Clark American Watersheds 1 & 2

A Magical, Mystical, Musical, and Historical Journey
1. Auflage 2018
ISBN: 978-1-5439-2660-6
Verlag: BookBaby
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: PC/MAC/eReader/Tablet/DL/kein Kopierschutz

E-Book, Englisch, 200 Seiten

American Watersheds is a fun and educational ride through American Political and Cultural History. This autobiography is written to entertain and educate current college students and people everywhere. The story allows the reader to follow movie and music links to movies, concerts and documentaries. It is an interesting study in Media, Science, Telecommunications, Sociology, Psychology, Labor History, Music History, Political History, Cultural History and even Religion. This is a book people will want to keep forever for the wealth of interesting links to whole worlds of Entertainment and Wisdom.

Autoren/Hrsg.

Clark, Gregory

Leseproben

THE FAMILY AT GRANDMA OSBOURNE’S COTTAGE Chapter one: IN THE BEGINNING The first words out of my mouth were yeah, yeah, yeah. The Beatles. Leaping forward, I was two years old. I had my own Beatles 45s with my own kid’s player. I can still see my beloved 45s: I Feel Fine, She Loves You and I Saw Her Standing There. I remember them. What I most remember was learning about electricity. I tried to put the little wall plug in the wall. I put one tiny little thumb on the one metal thing sticking out of the plug. I then grabbed the other one with my index finger like any intelligent child would. I then plugged it into the light socket. I was instantly electrocuted until Mom pulled me off the wall. It is these early lasting impressions which often stay burned into the deep hard wiring of long term memory. No harm was done, no matter what some might say. Even after this, it took me fifty two years to realize that Love is the answer to everything. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah The politics of Love and Power to The People are the answer to every seemingly complicated problem. This includes the current political situation in America. America wants change this election year. It is a year like no other before in America. Only Love, truth and understanding can set the mind free and save America now. In the end, it was the only thing which could save me as well. My Native Teachers taught me early that in a civilized society, no man should tell another man what to do. They also said there is no need to argue about religion if it is between you and God. Most excellent advice as I look back. Touch The Earth by TC McLuhan and the words of the wise old Chiefs had a big impact on my later teenage years. This is just my story. My earliest memories were life until four years old on Edwards Street in Flint, Michigan. The street included my family, my Grandparents, Godparents and their kids. We all lived along a two block stretch of the street. It made for plenty of fun and adventure for my young age. When my younger sister was born I was so excited I rode my bike in the street and was hit by the family car. I was ok. I was excited about my new sister. I picked myself up and shook it off. Then I ran to see my new sister. This does bring to mind another incident where my brother and I were in the back seat of the old family 60s Chevy. Back then if you pulled the door handle the lock popped open. My brother was pulling the handle and watching the lock pop up. However, this time the door flew open and Gil flew out. A lady swerved her car sideways and prevented us from being run over. Why and how I wound up going too is still subject of family speculation. I do love to follow Gil. When I was four my family moved to the Petoskey, Michigan area. Our first stop was a log cabin in the woods. My father was taking a ground floor job in my Grandfather Clark’s Great Lakes Cable TV. My Grandfather Gil Clark had a Cable Company up and running in 1954. He also built Sault Saint Marie. We moved there in 1966. It was really cool as it seemed I was living in one of those Lincoln Log cabins we used to assemble as children. It was only a short stay. I don’t remember too much about it other than my brother attempting to limit my exploration. He told me that if I went over the steep hill, I would fall off the end of the world. It worked for a while too! At least until one day I saw my brother go over the end of the world! The family moved to a brick house in town with four bedrooms and a basement. It even came with a two car garage with an apartment above. My parents planted a row of Emerald Green Arbor Vitae trees which seem to grow with us. Our elementary school was just down the street. I remember my parents having parties with their friends and playing old 45s. The records had their own thin little closet only slightly wider than the 45s themselves. I used to go through the stack of records three feet tall and read the labels and think about the songs. My brother was born 52 Sundays before me. We would have been born on the same day if it were not for the leap year. As an activist today, I take pride in being born on the only day that instructs you to act. March Fourth. Gil was and is special in many ways. He had a boatload of brains and talent. He also had an extreme tendency for rebellion. I was the middle child. I often avoided the family conflict created when Gil would test the authority. His hair is a good example. Any attempt to cut his hair would be grounds for war. He was such a handful. The first grade teacher retired after a year with Gil. The rebellion seemed to subside as we entered high school. Gil was trying to play guitar since shortly after birth. He did some really mischievous stuff. He had some run-ins with my Dad. I even took Dad’s side a few times. My poor little sister tried to stay out of the crossfire. One time Gil and I were fighting. He had a giant meat clever and was holding it menacingly in my face. I was hanging backward out the window. I was on the verge of falling two stories. That was when we heard little sister say, that’s it, I just called Dad. Looking back she might have said Mom, but I heard Dad. We both turned to her and said “what did you do that for”! She looked at me and said, “Well you were hanging out a second story window backwards about to fall. He did have a giant knife. I replied, I had everything under control! It was pretty well understood when it came to fighting, I had the edge on Gil. I inherited some kind of hand speed or something where other people seemed slow. Luckily, I made it to Love without really hurting too many people in my life. I feel my father and grandfathers fought their way to freedom and power with fists. This allowed me to be born that one day I could fight for Justice through Love and Power to The People. It did take me fifty-two years and a Vision of Love to finally understand that anger and violence achieve nothing. Love is the answer, what is the question? This is one of my current Love Tour Media slogans. I am not glorifying violence with these many hair raising tales. They are just good stories and often important history. Gil was like a computer demanding input. He scoured the record collection of every hippie in town. Gil went so far as to steal records from Giant Way Grocery and Superstore. It came to him that he could put a record in a pizza box and then just buy a pizza for a dollar. That way he bought a pizza and a record for a dollar. However, my dad is very keen and somehow he figured it out. He took out his frustration breaking the records one by one. Gil needed input and there was no internet or music TV. Gil called our lone town radio station WJML and asked them to play a Janis Joplin song. He was told no because she died of a drug overdose! I should have asked if Elvis would be banned if it happened to him, because drugs killed him! I viewed Gil as some kind of retired radical by the time he went to high school. He was trying to assimilate. However, in 9th grade he got a bad break from a “hater” basketball coach. He is to this day the best ball handler I have ever seen play basketball. As a child he had this crazy skill of pushing the ball around his back and through his legs while running at full speed. The ball never seemed to be in front of him. It was around his back and through his legs and around his back endlessly as he drove you to the hoop and scored on you. He could pick up a basketball from anywhere and look at the basket and swish it. It was pure raw talent. Coach Charlie Wilson cut Gil from the team in ninth grade. He never broke a single rule. In our town of five thousand people, no one really got cut from sports teams. The coach cut Gil and kept the disabled kid on the Team. It was an act of pure hate. I went looking for that coach a few times when I got older. Now I am glad I inflicted no pain. Love is still the answer to everything. I had to practice to be good at basketball. I found other people to play as playing Gil could end in a fight. It usually did in fact. I did love to watch him play. Mom wanted us to be active. I ran track, played baseball and football. Skiing became my favorite winter activity in High School. My parents and grandparents were the model of Franklin Delano Roosevelts “Rugged Individualism” and the pursuit of the “American Dream”. No one was born with a golden spoon in their mouth. The family prospered through hard work and creative thinking. On my dad’s side, “I am related to 8th President Martin Van Buren (Uncle) and distantly to the Roosevelts. Our family tree has been authenticated to the year 800. At present we have a break in data. I can only claim a portion of the family tree. I still have legendary Leader Rollo the Viking, King of Normandy 911-927. Rollo was born in 846 and died 932. This relates me to many more Kings. The most notable would be “William the Conqueror”, the First King of England. In fact, before a data break, I was related to nearly every King and Queen in European history. I can no longer claim this. I really hope to find another link to get those relatives back. I lost Saint Margaret which related me to David and Solomon. I would like that branch of the tree back. It seems I am getting help too. The current...