Out of my mind with cider

By Joel Thurtell

When I posted my plan to cut our booze bill to zero last March, a reader commented, “You’re out of your mind.”

I must be nuts, then, because I followed through on my plan.

The idea was to replace beer, wine, whiskey with straight cider. Non-alcoholic, high-quality cider that I would buy in quantity from the Rochester Cider Mill.

The Barkham family owns the mill. Around Thanksgiving, they press a special blend of apples for a drink they call Holiday Cider.

Oh boy!

Great stuff.

For at least 10 years, I’ve been making trips over to Rochester at least once a year for Holiday Cider. Sometimes more often, because I didn’t have enough refrigerator and freezer space to hold all the Holiday Cider I wanted.

The recipe is secret.

I know the name of one hard-to-find heirloom apple variety that is an ingredient among several varieties of apple.

A worker at the cider mill spilled the beans. Well, the bean. If you don’t know all the varieties and the proportions, you don’t have the recipe.

But I digress.

The idea was to save money.

Replace booze with cider.

And I dun it!

With some changes.

I had calculated my costs as well as the amount of cider I’d keep based on buying a 21-cubic-foot freezer. I figured a 21-footer would hold 50 gallons, which I thought would be a year’s supply of cider.

We’d consume, I figured, a gallon a week, expecting to be out of town and not drinking cider for some of that time.

Not long ago, I talked to Trevor Barkham, one of Ruth and Tom Barkham’s three sons. Trevor runs the mill. Turns out my initial calculations were off. He told me he can fit 60 one-gallon jugs of cider into a 15-cubic-foot freezer with room to spare.

So I didn’t need a 21-cubic-foot freezer. Good. That cuts my equipment cost.

I went to the Sears Outlet Store in Livonia and found a 15-cubic-foot Maytag freezer with a few cosmetic mars on the front, priced at $344 with sales tax.

Sold.

The freezer cost is a start-up expense. A one-time outlay.

Sixty gallons of Holiday Cider at $7/gallon = $420.

My total cost was $764.

After the first year, I’ll have only the cost of cider.

Does this save money?

If I consume all 60 gallons in a year, the cost will be $420 divided by 52 = $8.08 a week.

Last March, I figured my booze costs this way: A beer a day. Well, okay, figure a six-pack of Sam Adams Black Lager at $9. My wife would consume a bottle of wine a week at let’s say, $12. That’s $21 a week, or a weekly savings of $12.

Over a year, the booze costs $1,092.

The cider costs $420, not counting the price of the freezer.

Cider saves me $672.

Subtract the freezer cost — $672 minus $344 = $328.

So, even figuring the freezer cost, I will save $328 the first year.

Thereafter, I save $672 a year.

Now comes the big question: How to spend the money I save!

 

 

 

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What a Muslim taught them about Christmas

By JOTR staff

Once upon a time, two Peace Corp volunteers were facing a lonely Christmas in the sub-Sahara.

They were thousands of miles from family and friends.

They had each other, true. But they would learn that they also had their African friends.

Their young Muslim neighbor, Seydou, took them on a trip that changed how they looked at the world.

SEYDOU’S CHRISTMAS TREE is the true story of how a Muslim youth in Togo, West Africa, led his two friends through what they thought was a barren wasteland and taught them that ugliness and beauty are mere words.

Muslim, Christian, animist, whatever – it doesn’t matter.

Joel Thurtell tells this story in spare language, aided by his photos of people, homes and terrain where he and his wife, Karen Fonde, M.D., worked as Peace Corps volunteers in the early 1970s.

SEYDOU’S CHRISTMAS TREE bridges the gulf between races and creeds, showing that we are all part of the same cosmos, and that we are all part of the oneness of humankind.

Thurtell was a newspaper reporter for more than thirty years at the Detroit Free Press and the South Bend Tribune.

His blog, joelontheroad.com, was named “best example of an independent blogger raising hell” by MetroTimes, Detroit’s alternative newspaper.

The journalism faculty of Wayne State University named Thurtell “2011 Journalist of the Year.”

Thurtell wrote UP THE ROUGE! PADDLING DETROIT’S HIDDEN RIVER, published in 2009 by Wayne State University Press with photos by Patricia Beck. The Library of Michigan chose UP THE ROUGE! as a 2010 Michigan Notable Book.

Other books by Thurtell are, PLUG NICKEL, a collection of essays about restoring a wooden sailboat, SHOESTRING REPORTER, a how-to book for aspiring journalists with the subtitle, HOW I GOT TO BE A BIG CITY REPORTER WITHOUT GOING TO J SCHOOL AND HOW YOU CAN DO IT TOO!

His debut novel is CROSS PURPOSES, OR, IF NEWSPAPERS HAD COVERED THE CRUCIFIXION.

SEYDOU’S CHRISTMAS TREE

Hardalee Press  ($16)

ISBN: 978-0-9759969-1-1

LC: 2009906577

 

 

 

 

 

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Remembering the mole family

By Joel Thurtell

Russell Hoban was an amazing writer whose Frances books transfixed adults as well as their target audience, which was kids.

His novel, Riddley Walker, could have been classed as sci-fi or fantasy, but for pure inventiveness, the story, the character and the imagined language of a subdued earth life centuries after a nuclear holocaust was a tour de force.

Mr. Hoban died this week in London. He was 86.

I’ve read a couple of his obits, and the focus was on Frances and Riddley.

But neither the Frances books, which featured a bemused-by-life badger, nor the amazingly unclassifiable work of fiction, Riddley Walker, are the reason I feel moved to write about Russell Hoban.

I think of Mr. Hoban every year when I unpack our Christmas ornaments. Stashed with all the dangling trinkets, I find a worn copy of Mr. Hoban’s wonderful tale, The Mole Family’s Christmas.

Moles, as we all know and as Mr. Hoban makes very clear, have weak eyes.

Harley is a hard-digging young mole who happens to hear a mouse mentioning how bright the stars are shining.

Suddenly, Harley realizes that his life is not complete: He is unable to see the stars because of his poor vision.

Harley also hears about somebody he calls “the fat man in the red suit” who grants people’s wishes at Christmas time.

He has also been told that something known as a “telescope” can make far things seem near and could bring clarity to his myopic view of the sky.

So, Harley writes  a letter to Santa Claus in which he asks for a telescope and offers to swap some digging work for it.

The tale of how Harley gets his letter to Santa and what ensues — including the kind-hearted decision of an owl to forego lunching on the mole family — chokes me up every time I read it.

We love the story so much that our bedraggled 1969 copy of the book always has a seat under our Christmas tree.

And that is all I have to say about the mole family and Mr. Hoban’s wonderful story about their quest for Christmas and fellowship with other creatures.

The book appears to be out of print, but there are a few used copies out there.

 

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My pal Newt

By Joel Thurtell

I like Newt.

I can’t say it too often — Newt Gingrich is the greatest!

I owe Newt a big debt of gratitude, because it was Newt who nudged me off the dime and into the race for POTUS.

President of the United States.

That could be me, thanks to my pal, Newt.

I’m running for President!

It was Newt’s steadfast quest for book sales above political considerations that inspired me to do the same.

I’m pushing my own books now, in hopes all the attention my titles attracts to me will buoy my campaign for the Highest Office in the Land.

Leader of the Free World.

Oh, I know, what with the Internet, everything in the world is free.

Anyway, I like Newt, which is why I’m sorry I’m going to have to throw him to the wolves.

Or sharks.

Or whatever creatures dine on hypocritical political wannabes.

I just can’t wait to debate with Newt.

See, I am not a flip-flopper.

I’m gonna  point this out when I get into a debate with Newt.

Especially on the health care issue.

I’ve been a single-payer guy all along.

Call it socialized medicine if you like, but that is what I want.

Newt does too.

But he claims he doesn’t.

Voters can choose between me, who comes right out and says I want the government to provide health insurance to everyone in the country, including people who are here without visas.

Or, they can vote for Newt, who says he deplores Obamacare now, because he thinks it’s what core Republican voters want to hear.

But I’ll point out to our debate audience that when the time was ripe to sign checks from wealthy interest groups who profit from various aspects of Obamacare or the Bush Medicare drug plan, Newt bellied up to the trough with the best of the government contractors.

I don’t have any government contracts.

Who you gonna trust, Newt or me?

Oh yeah, about my books. If you want to support my campaign, please order my books. They’re all on amazon. Here are my titles:

Up the Rouge! Paddling Detroit’s Hidden River

Plug Nickel

Seydou’s Christmas Tree

Shoestring Reporter: How I Got To Be A Big City Reporter Without Going to J School, and How You Can Do It Too!

Cross Purposes, Or, If Newspapers had Covered the Crucifixion

Christmas is near. These books make great gifts.

Please order.

Make my day — help my campaign for President.

Thanks from all of us at Hardalee Press.

 

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Hope for Delray

By Joel Thurtell

Four years ago, I retired from my job as a reporter with the Detroit Free Press. One of the last stories I wrote for the Free Press was about a seemingly hopeless community in Southwest Detroit known as Delray. Once a town in its own right, Delray was taken over by Detroit early in the 20th century. It was a vibrant community of immigrants who worked in nearby factories and steel mills, but as the 20th century carried on, things got bad for Delray. Plants pulled out, but pollution remained and seemed to increase. Yet the community hangs on, and may become the site of a new international bridge between the US and Canada, despite opposition from Matty Moroun, the monopolist who owns the Ambassador Bridge, the outmoded but lone bridge over the Detroit River. Here is a story I wrote about Delray, reprinted with permission of the Free Press.

Headline: SEEDS OF HOPE GROW IN DELRAY

Sub-Head: GROSSE ILE CHURCH VOLUNTEERS CLEAN, PAINT, START GARDEN

Byline:  JOEL THURTELL

Pub-Date: 10/7/2007

Memo:  DOWNRIVER; RAN ALSO IN DETROIT PG 3.

Text: One of the most torn-up, burned-out and generally trashed neighborhoods in Detroit is Delray in the area of West Jefferson just before you get to Zug Island. Vacant homes stand beside charred frames of houses. Heaps of rubbish line the streets.

Overshadowing the community are the smokestacks of Detroit’s wastewater-treatment plant. And yet here and there, you see houses with kids playing on porches or in front yards.

The kids are what keep John Williams  believing there’s hope for this area. Williams, 57, is director of the Delray Neighborhood House, an educational and recreational center based at a former city gym.

Hope too is what inspired Barbara Kuhn of Grosse Ile and others from her church, First Presbyterian Church on Grosse Ile, to become involved with Neighborhood House.

“Smell it?” Williams asked me. The stench of rotting plants comes from a nearby composting business. Two steel-making operations were set up nearby. One of them is very near. It’s on Zug Island, and pours out smoke and grit, with uncovered heaps of coke and slag allowing coarse particulates to fly through the air.

With a nearby oil refinery, salt works, gypsum plant and with plans for siting an international bridge near Zug Island, it really seems like metro Detroiters prefer to place everything ugly, noxious and stinky in or near Delray. Running directly adjacent to the Neighborhood House and lending its racket to the ambience is I-75.

Even positive efforts can be overshadowed. Take the garden that was laid out behind the house earlier this year by volunteers directed by Margarete Hasserodt from First Presbyterian Church. It was supposed to help dozens of kids from poor families learn how to produce their own food.

“We were hoping the neighborhood kids would take it under their wing, and it kind of didn’t happen like I thought it would,” said Kuhn, 52. “It was so hot this summer, that to expect kids to go out and weed a garden was a lot to ask. Plus, it’s also in one of the most polluted areas in the United States and the air quality is probably one of the worst. I weeded for an hour and washed my hands and I just had this yellow junk on my hands.”

Kendrick McPhail, 14, helped plant seeds early in the summer and on a recent fall day he was picking tomatoes. But he has no illusions about the garden vegetables. “You gotta wash ’em for a week!”

“I’m going to have the soil tested for pollution to make sure this area is okay for kids,” Williams said.

Steel bars on the Neighborhood House’s rooftop-mounted air conditioner are testaments to another problem – metal-thieves have tried to pry off the aluminum cooling tubes. Plus there were three separate Delray homicides in recent weeks, Williams said. Families who live in Delray mostly are “challenged,” and some of the kids at Neighborhood House come from homes where drugs are dealt, Williams said.

Into this place six years ago John Williams came, assigned to run a summer camp with a $6,000 budget for about 50 kids. Williams, a minister, has a bachelor’s in Chinese studies from Michigan State University and a law degree from Indiana University. As he picked up trash, he wondered why he should stay.

“What made the difference was the kids,” he said. “Once you begin to interact with the children and see the needs – that was the challenge. Are you just going to go where things are nice and you are not really needed?”

Sitting in the new meeting room of the Neighborhood House, Williams told me how things changed one day in 2002.

“I was praying, ‘Lord, how am I supposed to do this, because without Your help, this is not going to get done.’ I see all of a sudden this little blond lady with this blue dress and I said, ‘She’s lost.’

” ‘Lady, can I help you?’ ”

It was Kuhn, a leader of a youth group at First Presbyterian Church. Kuhn told Williams that the young people at the church were taking mission trips to far-off places like New Mexico. Maybe, she thought, there were mission projects closer to Grosse Ile.

“I said, ‘I was kind of hoping I can help you,’ ” said Kuhn, who had been in the area during Christmastime to deliver gifts to a family the church adopted and came back to check out the Neighborhood House a few months later.

“I said, ‘I work with youth at Grosse Ile Presbyterian Church and I’m looking for a place where my kids can come to do some work this summer.’

“What has happened since that day is just an unbelievable thing,” Kuhn said. “We did go down there. We painted, we cleaned up the playground, we painted the playroom.”

Rotary connection

Besides bringing young Grosse Ile people to help at the Delray Neighborhood House, Kuhn introduced Williams to Doug Yardley, former principal of Grosse Ile High School and a Grosse Ile Rotary member. For the last three years, Rotary has sponsored a Christmas party for the kids at the Neighborhood House.

“That was nice because even the parents come and it gives a sense of community,” Williams said. “It’s a sense of unity – love in action.”  Rotary also has donated $10,000 to the summer program.

“We went from $6,000 to $16,000” for the summer program, he said. The program  provides daytime recreation and education, including field trips, to 150 kids in the summer.

“We call Barb our special angel,” Williams said.

The property still belongs to the City of Detroit. It’s leased by the Delray Neighborhood House’s parent, People’s Community Services. Two years ago, the nonprofit added a wing to the gym for a library, a community meeting room and offices.

In the library on a recent afternoon, Yardley was coaching Tamara Colbert, 10, and Mary Sue Sikafus of Grosse Ile was helping Tamara’s 8-year-old brother Daron with reading.

Williams says the neighborhood murders are upsetting. But kids come to Neighborhood House, and Williams is convinced that despite the violence and chaos outside, even the drug dealers see this as a safe haven.
A hopeful sign

And in the midst of the dilapidated and burned-out houses I saw places where people had painted or reroofed or re-sided their homes. They had not given up hope.

As I turned to leave the Neighborhood House, a tall young man with a backpack passed me.

This was Jon Valentine, a 21-year-old Delray native who’s going to graduate from the University of Michigan next spring. He plans to be a teacher. Jon’s a Neighborhood House success story.

“I started here when I was 6 years old. I worked here this past summer – I was the education coordinator. I’d like to come back here to work,” he said. “This place put into me the idea of having pride in yourself and in your community. That’s what draws me here. I didn’t have a father at home. I came here for a positive role model. It was John Williams.”

“We were hoping the neighborhood kids

would take it under their wing.”Barbara Kuhn of Grosse Ile, about the Delray garden

“I’m going to have the soil tested for pollution to make sure this area is okay for kids.”

John Williams, director of Delray Neighborhood House

Caption: Williams, who has degrees in law and Chinese studies, with Barbara Kuhn of Grosse Ile. Kuhn found church volunteers to keep the Neighborhood House summer programs going.

Photos by JOEL THURTELL
Secelia Cosme, 12, of Detroit shows Delray Neighborhood House director John Williams vegetables she harvested from the Delray garden laid out by volunteers from the First Presbyterian Church on Grosse Ile.

Photos by JOEL THURTELL / Detroit Free Press
Williams worries that vegetables grown by kids at Delray Neighborhood House may be too contaminated with particulate matter to eat. Pollution comes from nearby industry and Detroit’s wasterwater-treatment plant

Jon Valentine, who is due to graduate from University of Michigan in April is a Neighborhood House success story.

Illustration:  PHOTO

Edition: METRO FINAL

Section:  CFP; COMMUNITY FREE PRESS

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Tarascans under Spanish rule: How one town stayed Indian while its neighbor became mestizo

 

By Joel Thurtell

Twelve kilometers east-southeast of Pátzcuaro, Michoacán, four wooded volcanic peaks roughly bound the east end of a moderately fertile, flat, well-watered valley.

Cuanajo, left center and Tupataro, center right. Google Earth.

On a long slope descending to this plain sits Cuanajo, a large[1] Tarascan town. Before the conquest, Cuanajo was near the geographic and political center of the Tarascan empire[2], but after the sudden collapse of Tarascan political organization in the 1520s, and with the gradual disintegration of cultural identity in peripheral areas, the Tarascan cultural area shrank towards its center, leaving Cuanajo a lone Tarascan outpost among many former indigenous communities. An enclave set out from the rest of Tarasca, Cuanajo now is the southeast frontier of the modern cultural area[3]. Cuanajo is high, at nearly 8,000 feet above sea level, and cold all year long.

Eight kilometers east-northeast and somewhat lower, at the edge of a wide, arid savannah, lies Tupataro, a mestizo community of about 1,000[4]. Although both village sites date at least from shortly after the conquest[5], and the inhabitants of both places were described as Indians as late as the end of the eighteenth century, their respective cultures now are very different.

Physically, Cuanajo and Tupataro are very dissimilar. The Spanish grid pattern dominates Cuanajo. The old camino real, or royal highway, leads in from the north, dividing the town into two barrios, San Miguel and San José. The highway empties into the plaza, south of which looms the large sandstone church.

Cuanajo in highland Michoacán, Mexico. Google Earth.

East of the plaza is a long, low adobe building which houses the municipal offices and the elementary school. Running east and west and fronting the church is Morelos, on which the federal Office of Rents is located. Most secondary streets run on a parallel with one of these two main streets.

In Tupataro, the adobe church and some government offices face the plaza, but the church is only unlocked on Sunday, and the government offices open irregularly, it at all. The real center of town seems to be the cluster of two or three small shops that sell general supplies, including beer and soda pop. Unlike Cuanajo, there is little activity on the square, and the grid pattern is amply complemented with disorder in street layout.

Although adobe is exclusively used for house construction in Tupataro, and is gradually edging out the trojes  (log cabins) in Cuanajo, the towns look very different. In Tupataro, houses face the street in a solid brown line, as they do in most mestizo towns. In Cuanajo, while the pattern of the streets reflects Hispanic form, the house lots center on the ecuaro, or house lot garden. Lots are walled in with stone or adobe and they enclose a hewn timber – or increasingly adobe – house, sheds, perhaps a clay oven, and the ecuaro. The ecuaro frequently consists of an orchard of apple, pear, cherry and other fruit trees, as well as the more common crops such as maize, wheat, and squash. From the street, most parts of the house lot are visible over the wall. In Tupataro, the streets are lined on either side with the blank wall of adobe house fronts set side by side and flush against the street. There are no orchards in Tupataro.

Cuanajo church with volcano in 2006. Photo by Joel Thurtell.

The quality of the soil varies between Cuanajo and Tupataro. At Cuanajo, it has more sand and less clay, erodes less readily, and retains moisture through the dry season. There, farmers can plow and seed as much as two months ahead of the summer rains. At Tupataro, the clay bakes and cracks under the hot winter sun; long, deep fissures open up and all moisture evaporates. The land cannot be seeded until after the rains begin in late May or early June, shortening the growing season and exposing a coverless topsoil to the erosive ravages of daily summer downpours[6]. The land around Tupataro is an orange moonscape of pits, gullies, and perilous ravines, covered with inches of dense, choking dust in the winter, oozing a sticky slippery, clotted clay muck in the summer. In contrast, Cuanajo is green and moist even at the height of the dry season[7].

At Cuanajo,, an ancient carpentry industry complements the agricultural base of the economy. Although lumber is in increasingly short supply, a complex of factors centering around the recent arrival of electric power lines has stimulated many carpenters to mechanize their shops and specialize in making furniture as a tull time, year-round proposition. Cuanajo also has a healthy weaving industry, dominated by women, who make the finest cloth belts (fajas) in the entire Tarascan area. The woven belt is a very important part of the traditional Tarascan costume; it holds up the long, heavy, black pleated wool skirts the women wear. A few men in town weave the gabanesthat men wear and the blankets that everybody sleeps under.

Tupataro church in 2006. Photo by Joel Thurtell.

In nearby Tupataro, no industry supplements the modest ejido holding, and the people are very poor. In comparison, the Cuanahenses are affluent. They are also culturally conservative. While the people in Tupataro are indistinguishable from other rural mestizos, the people in Cuanajo are thoroughly Indian. Most people in Cuanajo speak some Spanish, but everybody speaks Tarascan. Tarascan is the language of home and hearth, of family, warmth, and intimacy. Spanish is the language for contact with the outside; it is the language of business. In Spanish, it is proper to lie.

In Cuanajo, the women wear the traditional Tarascan costume, the black skirts with fajas, wide cotton or velvet sparons of pink, yellow, green, blue, or red, and embroidered blouse and a dark rebozo.. They weave lengths of green, yellow, or pink yarn into their long braids so that their hair flops in two straight black lines down the back. Women walk barefoot and are proud of it. The mestizas of Tupataro are easily distinguishable from the Indias of Cuanajo because they lack the distinctive Indian dress. Cuanajo men, on the other hand, are nearly indistinguishable from their mestizo counterparts. They wear leather sandals, huaraches, with soles from old tires, khanki trousers – sometimes white cotton calzones – a khaki work shirt, and a gaban, or wool poncho, topped off with a Michoacán sombrero.

Tupataro. Google Earth.

In Tupataro, the people are strongly Catholic. In Cuanajo, they only think the are. The church in Cuanajo belongs to the Indians, rather than the Indians to the church. The priest is considered a turista – a happy union of the Tarascan tures – for foreigner – with the Spanish word for tourist. All outsiders are tourists. The priest, who has served firve years in Cuanajo, lives an insular life. While he is respected, he is isolated; his influence with the outside is used when needed, but he is never made privy to the native ritual performances, and he is consulted on matters dealing with the sacraments as if he were a witch. The brujos are said to make a good living in Cuanajo. Nobody bothers with witches in Tupataro.

Cuanajo is politically conservative. During the nineteen-twenties, the town supported the Cristero revolution in defiance of the Calles government’s attempt at suppressing the Catholic clergy. Although no orthodox Catholics, the Indians in Cuanajo reacted against outside meddling with what had become a central communal institution – the village church. Tupataro rose to arms against the same government, but not in defense of the ancient clerical authority: Tupataro fought for the ejido land the Mexican revolution had promised.

There is a definite divergence of interest between these two towns. At the root of this cleavage is land. Cuanajo’s interest is to preserve the status quo, if not improve upon it, because she dominates the most and best of the lands around. In the late 1940s, a small firefight erupted between opposed groups of farmers from Tupataro and Cuanajo. The issue was a disputed land right. In the mid-sixties, the so-called “famosos hermanos Suarez” moved into Tupataro. With a questionable government appointment as a rural militia, they began a systematic campaign of extortion, murder, rape, and mayhem. Cuanajenses who knew the brothers looked on them as thoroughly evil beings. Although life in Tupataro was disrupted and many people were forced to leave town, others joined the Suarez brothers, seeing a chance to turn the tables and for once dominate the countryside. But the brothers went too far. They raped two Indian girls from Cuanajo. The girls’ relatives trapped two of the brothers in an arroyo, knocked them off their feet with shotgun blasts, worked them over with stones, and finished them off with cow-prods; when a third Suarez was killed in nearby Huiramba, the remaining brothers fled and the status quo ante was restored.

Cuanajo furniture store in 2006. Photo by Joel Thurtell.

But tension remains. In the summer of 1971, the proposed road that would have run through Tupataro to connect Cuanajo with the paved highway to Morelia was re-routed to by-pass Yupataro when the people there refused to have any part of it. Apparently, they resent their secondary status. The road is clearly not intended for Tupataro, but solely for the convenience of Cuanajo, where the carpenters want easier access to their markets. The Cuanajo elders and Jefe de Tenencia along with the priest, who also serves Tupataro but lives in Cuanajo, were chiefly responsible in negotiating for the road. More or less neglected, the people of Tupataro try to ignore the new road, which runs within sight of their town. Pointing to the rutted old trail into town, a Tupataro womn told me, “es bien andable” – it’s sufficiently walk-able.

Tarascan fajas from 1971. Photo by Joel Thurtell

In terms of the relationship between these towns, the past and present are only slightly different aspects of the same phenomenon – the basic relationship between Cuanajo and Tupataro. While Tupataro long ago reached the end point in her long process of mestization, the issues and anxieties that exist between the two towns have not changed since the beginning of the colonial period, when both towns were completely Indian. In other words, mestization occurred as a process within a system of equilibrium and as a result, though not a necessary nor foreseen result, of this system.  Cuanajo was in a position of power which derived from her economic independence from both the Spanish and Tarascan worlds. In that way, she remained a part of the Tarascan world, upon which she was culturally dependent, while dominating, economically and politically, the Tarascan communities surrounding her. Cuanajo dominated and drove them right into the Spanish world.

Two conditions were necessary to put Cuanajo into this position of dominance: her geographic position, isolated and situated at the center of a moderately fertile valley marginal to the Spanish hacienda system, and political hegemony vis a vis the neighboring Tarascan settlements. The conjunction of these preconditions with the civil congregacion of the early seventeenth century ensured that Cuanajo would be the first – and last – Indian community in the area to profit from the redistribution of lands.

As chief town in the area, Cuanajo took the lead in application for land. Officially, Cuanajo was not the cabecera; both villages were on  record as of pueblo status, independent of each other, electing their own Indian officials, and administerd as separate sujetos of Pátzcuaro, the nearest Spanish town, and cabecera. At least as far as Spanish officials were concerned, this was true, and in the ecclesiastical sphere, parish registers were kept in the same books for “los pueblos de Guanaxo y tupataro.”[8]

Barranca, or deep gully, runs near Tupataro 1971. Photo by Joel Thurtell.

Practically, the relationship between the two towns fell short of parity. The curate of Cuanajo and Tupataro was appointed vicariously by the secular parish priest in Pátzcuaro. He lived in Cuanajo (note from 2011: it appears that a priest was not assigned to live in Cuanajo until the 1660s), although at least by the end of the eighteenth century, he periodically celebrated mass in Tupataro. For ceremonial functions such as marriage and baptism, the Indians of Tupataro had to walk into Cuanajo[9]. For parish organization then, the center of gravity was in Cuanajo, and the equality that appeared in the parish register titles was a fiction that made the curas themselves uncertain. One baptismal entry notes two padrinos as “Indios del barrio de Tupataro.”9

Although the ecclesiastical record is self-contradictory, the working of church organiation was a more accurate map of the towns’ relative statuses than the testimony of civil administrators. Like the priests, civil officials demonstrated a confusion about the kind of jurisdiction that existed, but unlike the church, the civil government maintained no permanent, pervasive institutional organization that would reflect the hierarchal reality. A judge visiting Cuanajo to survey the land in 1715 referred to “el Pueblo o Varrio de Tupataro”[10], revealing his own uncertainy about the relation of the towns. Faced with conflicting versions of the reality of power relationships, the visiting Spaniard found difficulty in relinguishing the abstract standardized model that should have fit the situation. Yet he was clearly uncertain how to describe Tupataro in political terms, for if the place wa s pueblo, it would haave been directly subject to Pátzcuaro, while the word “barrio” ties the place first to Cuanajo, and the line of authority would then run through Cuanajo on its way down to Tupataro from Pátzcuaro. While confused and contradictory, the Spanish view suggests the existence of another, non-theoretical reality.

The Indian view was the only unambiguous one. Using existing Spanish political terminology, Indian leaders in both towns described what for them was political reality: the subordination of Tupataro to Cuanajo. When they applied for land in 1601, the described themselves as “el Pueblo de Quanxo, y sus dos hestancias nombradas San Miguel y tupataro….”[11] When the Indian officials of Tupataro sued the leaders of Cuanajo for a piece of land in 1689, they acted in the name of the “Varrio de Tupataro.” The Indians in both towns understood clearly the political dominance of Cuanajo.

Priest’s residence to right of Cuanajo church. I lived here for a month in June 1971 and worked with the archive in the Notaria on the right side of the white building. Photo by Joel Thurtell.

In addition to the political, economics was an important component of Cuanajo’s dominance. The Suma de Visitas (ca. 1548) lists Cuanajo as a town consisting of two barrios[12]. Cuanajo was growing wheat and maize on irrigated land. (Note from 2011: So C had land before 1601!) There is no mention of Tupataro, but when Bishop Vasco de Quiroga assigned crafts to various towns in Michoacán in the sixteenth century, it is noteworthy that Cuanajo received a superior trade. Cuanajo was to engage in carpentry, specifically the manufacture of beds and boxes for sale in Cocupao (now Quiroga) and Valladolid (now Morelia), while the men in Tupataro were instructed to make wooden shingles[13]. Thus, in Tupataro, they knew how to make and market one thing – the wooden shake shingles that were used in roofs all over Mexico. But the carpentry industry in Cuanajo was characterized by greater flexibility; a carpenter’s skills are more refined than a shinglemaker’s, he commands better wages, and is capable of making a variety of items for sale in urban markets.

Statue of 16th century Bishop Vasco de Quiroga in main plaza at Pátzcuaro. He assigned crafts to different Tarascan Indian villages around Pátzcuaro. Photo by Joel Thurtell.

Economic flexibility within their major craft specialization helped the trade to endure and even made it a profitable occupation, but nonetheless, carpentry was second to agriculture as a source of income. The carpenters were farmers who spent the time after fall harvest in their shops, building inexpensive pine furniture that could be slapped together and marketed quickly before time came to plow in spring. Agriculture was fundamental to Cuanajo’s prosperity, and the acquisition of suitable and sufficient land was the town’s most critical concern. An adequate and secure supply of timber and field was necessary for Cuanajo’s development.

By the end of the eighteenth century, Cuanajo was in possession of a huge tract of land, much of it mountainous, rocky and gully, but including plenty of good timber land and poor-to-good farm land. By 1715, Cuanajo held 21 ½ cabellerias, or a total of 2,257.5 acres. Of this, 6 cabellerias were wasteland, but the remaining 15 ½ cabellerias of tillable land were equivalent to 1,627.5 acres[14]. While the wasteland was worthless for faraming, it no doubt provided some lumber and firewood. In fact, the size of Cuanajo’s communal lands was notorious. An inspection ocular of ca. 1800 cited the great extent of Cuanajo’s lands and recommended that her possessions be reduced so that Tupataro’s holdings could be increased. In the late eighteenth century, Tupataro was a depressed town of miserable stake huts covered with shingles. When the two towns’ properties were surveyed in 1715, Tupataro’s land measured two cabellerias, or about 210 acres[15].

Throughout the seventeenth century, the Indians of Cuanajo were on the offensive as contestants for land rights. The source for information relating to their holdings is the official record of the Juez Commissario in Cuanajo’s suit against the a Jesuit colegio in 1715. An hacienda belonging to the Jesuits bordered on the north of Cuanajo’s lands; 1 ½ cabellerias were at issued, and although they lacked title to this piece of property, the Cuanajenses continued to cultivate it while the matter was going through the court. The court required a presentation of all land titles and survey of all of Cuanajo’s lands. This record shows that Cuanajo’s aggression towards the Jesuits in 1715 was only one in a long series of similar and hitherto successful attempts at increasing the size of her communal holdings at the expense of her immediate neighbors, Indian and white alike.

A combination of methods acquired for Cuanajo a huge holding by the end of the seventeenth century. Through congregacion, inheritance, outright purchase, and, it appears, squatting. Cuanajo assembled an

Bishop Vasco de Quiroga assigned crafts to Tarascan towns. These pots are from Patambán. Photo by Joel Thurtell.

extensive, but unified, tract of land. In 1601, the Indians of Cuanajo applied to the viceroy on behalf of themselves and the Indians in their two estancias for a congregacion of land, citing their lack of any land and the presence of sufficient land close by, as well as the inconvenience suffered by the town’s carpenters, who had to travel two leagues to fetch lumber. By 1603, the land was re-distributed to the Indian applicants, but subsequent testimony reveals that the Indians of Cuanajo retained for themselves all but a tiny bit of the worst land. A small piece, badly watered and heavily clay, went to Tupataro.

In 1673, the hospital in Cuanajo inherited a piece of land[16] from Dona Mariana de Castillexa in recognition of “many and good works received of staid Indians.” The gift, in a place called Siquiripu Tzenguangacho Opopeo, bordered on Cuanajo’s communal lands, as well as those of Tupataro, and afforded the farmers of Cuanajo an opportunity to pre-empt their neighbors, In 1689, the prioste and Indians of Tupataro brought the Indians of Cuanajo to court in order to be re-possessed of land they claimed they ahd possessed since the time when they were pagans. This field, measuring two fanegas of seeding in maize, or about seventeen acres[17], was returned to Tupataro on the grounds that it had always been within the village and formed part of its limits. The Indians of Tupataro won their case, but they only succeeded in regaining what was theirs in the first place. Their position was strictly defensive. As in the case with the Jesuits in 1715, the Cuanajenses had dispossessed the rightful owners and required a court order to be removed.

Pátzcuaro Basilica church, where I worked in the archive in 1971. Photo by Joel Thurtell.

Several times, the Indians of Cuanajo purchased land from neighboring haciendas. In 1677, they paid Miguel de el Corral, a neighboring hacendado and vecino of Pátzcuaro, 200 pesos for a medio sitio of land possess by Don Joesph Ventura de Arisaga y Alejaldre[18]. In 1690, the daughter and heiress of Don Manuel de las Heras sold them a piece of land adjoining Pupataro. This land, called San Joseph, cost 110 pesos[19]. Through both of these purchases, Tupataro’s physical boundary with the hacienda system was partially replaced with a closer connection with an aggressive and comparatively affluent Indian neighbor responding forcefully to the pressure of rising population[20]. The ability to pay cash for land and to sustain aggressive court battles (in the case of the Jesuits, at least, against a wealthy foe), is a sign of Cuanajo’s economic prosperity, a prosperity based on the possession of land and increasing dominance of natural resources. Cuanajo was a society based on expansion. The pressure on the Tarascan society of Tupataro was becoming unbearable.

 

Meanwhile, Cuanajo augmented her holdings. In 1705, she added a cabelleria (105 acres) bought from the hacienda of Juana Nunez de Prado. It appears that Cuanajo acquired an ojo de agua (eye of water) incidentally with this purchase[21]; with control of the surrounding land went control of other resources, most importantly, the water supply. While Spniards possessed rights to the water at Canacucha south of Cuanajo, and also to the stream at Tupataro, at Cuanajo, the water was controlled by the Indian inhabitants; moreover, after 1705, the town had an additional source of water in the ojo de aqua acquired from the de Prado hacienda. Control of the water supply was important, as was dramatized in the plight of the heirs of Don Joseph Beltran Vicente, who claimed the rights to the water at Tupataro, then possessed by other Spaniards (1743). The Beltran Vicentes had once established amill there, but had never formalized their title. In 1743, the mill lay in ruins, and the stream had been diverted to irrigate the dry plain of Curumendaro north of Tupataro[22]. The Indians in Tupataro were never consulted in the matter of the water they depended on.

 

 


 

A main street in Cuanajo 2006. Photo by Joel Thurtell.

 

Fertility and mortality in Cuanajo and Tupataro 1721-1780

Limited to a little more than two hundred acres, Tupataro lacked a physical buffer between herself and the double threat of Hispanic cultural influence emanating from the haciendas, and the encroachments of Tarascan ecnomic imperialism approaching from Cuanajo. In fact, the aspect is one of slightly receding hacienda influence and expanding Indian power (from Cuanajo) in the seventeenth century. Threatened from within her own cultural sphere, as well as from the Spanish side, Tupataro developed in a role of dual subordination. It was impossible for Tupataro to support her own expanding population from her meager resources. The oinly resource in Tupataro was labor, which could have been sold in three possible markets: migration to Michoacán hot country to work on sugar plantations; labor in the fields owned by Cuanajo or day work as jornaleros in the carapentry shops there; and labor on the haciendas. All three no doubt occurred, but it is the influence of the last alternative that was most significant for the alteration of Tupataro’s culture. Dependent even for lumber upon outside Indians[23], the Indians of Tupataro turned increasingly to Spanish society.

Dependence and subordination describe Tupatero’s end of the relations Cuanajo:Tupatero and hacienda:Tupatero. The most obvious features tody, minus the haciendas, are the perseverance, with modifications, of Tarascan traditional values in Cuanajo and the total loss of an Indian identification in Tupataro, where mestization was probably complete by 1900.

When the towns are looked at separately as population settlements whose inhabitants have approximately the same progenitors, Cuanajo appears to have maintained cultural continuity, while in Tupataro cultural differentiation occurred. When they are studied as two settlements in relation to each other and to the surrounding Spanish community and labor exchange institutions, continuity also appears to exist in the inter-relation of the towns, that is, the system within which Cuanajo has for centuries dominated its poor neighbor. Mestization then appears as one result of the conditions by which the system operates.

The system of dominance and dependence which conditioned the relations between Cuanajo and Tupataro can be dated conservatively from the outset of the seventeenth century. This system was progressing in tandem with the regularization and legitimization of the hacienda complex. The legal framework which was constructed to stabilize and make permanent the haciendas, in addition to the legal privileges already enjoyed by the republicas de indos, presented Indian communities with opportunities to aggrandize their land holdings through processed that were legally binding; thus, Cuanajo could not only increase her communal lands, but also, by gaining proper title, ensure that those lands would remain in her hands. This was ot utmost importance not only as protection against the machinations fo Spanish land grabbers, but also as legitimization of the original congregacion of 1601-03, which by rights ought to have been fairly divided with Tupataro but instead was formalized and thus perpetuated almost entirely in the hands of Cuanajo. Finally, this legal framework ws of no use unless sufficient land for congregacion had been available originally, as well as sufficient money, time, and will to pursue cases through the courts. In Cuanajo, all of these conditions were present, and sufficient to allow the town to restabilize by expanding moderately under the pressure of increased population towards the end of the seventeenth century[24].

Fertility and mortality in Cuanajo and Tupataro 1761-1800

When, exactly, did fecundity increase? This factor may well account for the expansionism in Cuanajo’s formula for stabilization.

For Cuanajo, the seventeenth century was a period of stabilization and retrenching after the tremendous losses of population through the sixteenth and into the seventeenth centuries[25]. The acquisition of great amounts of land early in the seventeenth century ensured an adequate agricultural base to support the population, and a ready supply of lumber in the mountain forests roundabout guaranteed the independence of the woodworking industry. They felled, hauled, and worked the wood themselves, and only at the point of selling the product was contact with Spaniards in the market towns necessary.

Geographically isolated and economically independent of the Spanish sector, and politically superior to the surrounding Indian communities, Cuanajo was in a position to use the best aspects of hispanic society and reject or transform the rest. Increasing population stimulated Cuanajo to direct energy through Spanish legal channels in a continual and almost always successful campaign to augment communal land holdings.

What was a stimulus for Cuanajo was an increasingly painful tension in Tupataro, relieved only by migration and increasing dependence and proximity not only to a powerful Indian neighbor, but with the most lasting cultural consequences, to the nearby haciendas. The haciendas were the medium through which Spanish culture was transmitted to Tupataro.

The central questions about the relationship between Cuanajo and Tupataro are functional:

— How was Spanish culture transmitted to Tupataro?

— How, when, and where did Tupataro’s Tarsacan identity begin to disintegrate?

— How did Cuanajo transform Spanish institutions to make them support traditional Tarascan culture?

— To what extent did population pressure condition Cuanajo’s expansionist behavior?

— Did the Indians of Cuanajo use Spanish institutions like ritual compadrazgo, marriage and baptism to strengthen their social and economic connections to the Spanish world?

— In what ways were the Indians of Cuanajo able to employ Spanish rituals in ways that reinforced Tarascan culture?

— In the appearance of ritual compadrazgo in Tupataro, do we see indications of eroding Indian culture?

— Do we see people in Cuanajo seeking other Indians for marriage partners?

— Do we see people in Tupataro marrying non-Indians?

(This information will have to come from baptism registers, as I have no data from marriage registers.)

— Do any of these indications appear to be accelerated by events such as epidemics and consequent mortality?

— Can I use conversion of Tarascan to Spanish surnames as indicator of loss of Indian culture?

Cuanajo and Tupataro: fertility and mortality, 1664-1696

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


[1] The 1960 census estimated Cuanajo’s population at 2,700. James Acheson, “Where Opportunity Knocked: An Economic and Social Analysis of the Carpentry Trade in Cuanajo, Michoacán,” PhD thesis, University of Rochester (need exact citation). Padre Luis Arroyo, Cuanajo’s priest in 1971, estimated the population at more than 3,000. (Get census data)

[2] Matias de Escobar, American Thebaida Vitas Patrum de los Religiosos Hermitanos de N.P. San Agustin de la Provincia de S. Nicolas Tolentino de Mechoacan, 1729. (Mexico, 1924), p. 11: A common folk view in Cuanajo today, verified by Fray Matias Escobar, is that the new Tarascan king was crowned near Cuanajo on a mountain then called San Andres, but whose western ridge was named Canacucha, from canacua, or crown. Through the colonial period and to the present, a dependency of Cuanajo, the rancho of Canacucha has retained this name. But although the coronation event occurred very close to Cuanajo, it gravitated in its religious and political significance between Tiripitio to the east of Cuanajo and Zacapu, northwest of Lake Pátzcuaro. Escobar, p. 27. Though centrally located, Cuanajo, hidden between tall mountains, seems to have been set off from the main axis of Tarasacan civil-religious ceremony.

[3] Robert C. West, Cultgural Geography of the Modern Tarascan Area, Smithsonian Institution, Washington, DC, 1948, p. 12.

[4] To be verified

[5] Historical notice of both towns before the seventeenth century has been slight. Tupataro’s sitemay be pre-hispanic, and this opinion is common in the area. In a seventeenth century legal case, the Prioste and Indians of Tupataro claimed a piece of land had been in their possession since the time of their heathenness (gentilidad); although they may have been stretching a point of fact, it nevertheless follows that the assertion had to be founded on a common belief in the antiquity of Tupataro’s site. Archivo General de Notarias del Estado de Michoacán, Legajo I, fojas 4, expediente 40. Whether this belief was correct is still a matter of speculation. A pre-conquest ruin lies near Cuanajo, and the people there believe Cuanajo was re-located from that site after the conquest. Again, facts are missing. The first Spanish description of Cuanajo is in the Suma de Visitas de Pueblos of ca. 1548. Cuanajo’s present site dates at least from 1548.

[6] The photo, “Fields with barranca 1971” shows an example of badly eroded land near Tupataro. Note the barranca, which sinks to fifty feet and more in places. West describes the differences in solids found at different altitudes. West, pp. 9-11. In a letter of September 27, 1971, Henry Luft of the Museo Regional de Pátzcuaro wrote me that “…in the flat lands, you will find much more clay-containing soil than at the foot or on top of hills….” Lacking adequate water, the soil at Tupatarao is tierra polvilla and in concert with the lack of trees, the winter winds carry great amounts of dust. (It would be nice to test samples of soil.)

[7] My firs trip to Cuanajo and Tupataro was near the end of the dry season, May 1971. In June 19712, when I lived in Cuanajo, the rainy season was in full force. Myobservations on Cuanajo and Tupataro are based on a month living in Cuanajo ih the house of the parish priest, Padre Luis Arroyo, and nearly a year living in the Tarascan area.

[8] Archivo Parroquial de Cuanajo. “Libro de Bautismos delos pueblos de Guanaxo y tupataro ano de 1669.”

[9] Jose Bravo Ugarte, ed., Inspeccion Ocular en Michoacán, ca. 1800. P. 21. APC “Libro de Bautismos…1669.” (Still need reference for marriages) 9a APC. No title. Baptism register, 1722-1762. Baptism of Manuela, daughter of Nicolas de la Crus and Pascuala Manuela on May 16, 1734.

[10] AGNEM. Legajo I, fojas 11, expediente 40.

[11] AGNEM. Legajo I, fojas 3, expediente 40.

[12] Francisco Paso y Troncoso, Papeles de Nueva Espana, Second Series, Vol. I, Suma de Visitas de Pueblos per Orden Alfabetico. (Madrid, 1905), p. 117. From the description of Cuanajo’s two barrios “asentado en llano tiened Riego y se da trigo,” it is clear that Tupataro ws not indicated. The refernce is to the exact site of Cuanajo on what is now called the Plan of the Virgin, and the two barrios must have been San Joseph and San Miguel, the two that appear in seventeenth century references.

[13] An eighteenth century document says that don Vasco de Quiroga assigned the trades of carpentry to Cuanajo and manufacture of tejamanil (shingles) to Tupataro. Delfina Esmerelda Lopez Sarrelangue, La Nobleza Indigena de Pátzcuaro en la Epoca Virreinal (Mexico, 1965), p. 76. Carpentry was important in CUanajo by 1601, when the town applied for a congregacion of farm and wood land. AGNEM, Legajo I, fojas 4, expediente 40. According to the Inspeccion Ocular, the Indians of Cuanajo were selling beds and cajetas de dulce in nearby markets. P. 20. In addtion to tose products, planks, writing desks, and shingle were suppled to the whole prvince by Cuanajo by the early eighteenth century. AGNEM, Legajoo I, fojas 17 verso, expediente 40.

[14] AGNEM. Legajo I, fojas 17, expediente 40. A caballleria was equal to 105 acres. See Charles Gibson, The Aztecs Under Spanis Rule; A History of the Indians of the Valley of Mexico 1519-1810 (Leland Stanford University Press, Stanford, California, 1964. P. 276.

[15] Inspeccion Ocular, p. 21. The composicion of Cuanajo’s lands in 1715 in cluded a survey of Tupataro’s lands. Don Mario Anttonio Perez, Juez Comisario, reckoned that Tupataro held “barely two cavallerias.” AGNEM, Legajo I, Fojas 11 verso, expediente 40.

[16] AGNEM. Legajo I, fojas 4, expediente 40. The gift amounted to thirty tzitaquas of land. (How much was a tzitaqua?)

[17] Ibid., fojas 4 verso.

[18] Ibid., fojas 21.

[19] Ibid.

[20] See Graph I. This graph is based on a year-by-year count of baptisms recorded in APC, “Libro de Bautismos delos pueblos de Guanaxo y tupataro ano de 1669” and burials were counted from the “Libro de Difuntos Indios delos Pueblos de Guanaxo, y tupataro” in APP.

[21] AGNEM. Legajo I, fojas 4 verso, expediente 40.

[22] AGNEM. Legajo V, fojas 7, expeidente 73.

[23] Tupataro paid the town of Tacambaro fifty cargas of wood yearly in return for the right of usufruct on certain of Tacambaro’s mountain woodlands. Inspeccion Ocular, p. 22.

[24] It would be interesting to connect demographic tendencies from 1596, when baptismal and matrimonial registers begin (why don’t I have this data, if the registers begin in 1596???), in a comparative way with economic information for the two towns.

[25] Woodrow Borah and Sherburne Cook, The Indian Population of Central Mexico 1531-1610.(Berkeley and Los Angeles 1960),p. 33 ff.

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My valvectomy

By Joel Thurtell

Valvectomized French horn. Photo by Joel Thurtell

Valvectomized French horn. Photo by Joel Thurtell

I underwent my valvectomy some years ago.

The operation went very well.

I was on my feet throughout, though there was a point during the procedure when my wind pipe was cut off.

But once we spliced a new tube into place and soldered the whole thing together, we were pretty much home free.

I have no trouble blowing the open notes, and only my hand action limits my ability to hit the stopped notes.

Okay, I was not the one who had the surgery. The victim was an old, student-level, single F-pitch French horn. Not the kind of instrument anyone would go to bat for on hearing we planned to lop off all three of its valves.

I was not the surgeon. I assisted in the operating room, which was the basement workshop of my friend, Willard Zirk, music professor at Eastern Michigan University.

I’d wanted to have this operation ever since I heard the late Phillip Farkas, onetime dean of symphonic French horn players, demonstrate how to play a scale on a French horn without touching the keys that operate the valves.

I had not known that this was possible. I played horn in our Lowell High School band. I graduated from a single F horn to a double horn, capable of playing in the key of F or switching — by means of a thumb key-operated valve — to the key of B-flat. Shifting to B-flat makes it easier to hit high notes.

Farkas played a complete scale, C-D-E-F-G-A-B-C without touching the keys. The notes C-E-G and again C are easy enough, being so-called “open” notes that don’t require depressing a key to make their sound. He made the notes D-F-A-B by changing the position of his right hand in the bell of the horn.

Wow!

He proceeded to point out that until well into the 19th-century, musicians played on “natural” horns. They weren’t called natural horns then, because in the days of Bach through Beethoven, including Haydn, Mozart and the whole constellation of classical composers, the horn without valves was, well, the horn.

My 1963 Alexander double French horn is normally pitched in F and played with the three main keys. To hit high notes easier, I shift to B-flat with the thumb valve. To make the valvectomy, we cut the three-valve bridge out of an old single F-horn and replaced it with a straight piece of pipe. Photo by Joel Thurtell.

How I took up horn-playing after many years of not blowing a note is another story. But in the early 1990s, I was practicing horn, taking lessons and even played in a couple recitals. My horn was a Mirafone double F/B-flat instrument, decent enough, but always I struggled to hit high notes on the Mirafone.  On the Mirafone, I tried Farkas’s stunt. I could do it, after a fashion. You just have to figure out how deeply to push your right hand into the bell to get a D, say, or an F, that is halfway between the adjacent open notes. Not so hard when fooling around, but try to do it playing a piece of decent music. Whew!

If you want to hear what the French horn sounded like in the time of Mozart and Beethoven, listen to Lowell Greer’s recordings and compare the sound to, say, Dennis Brain’s performances of the Mozart horn concertos or the Beethoven Sonata for Horn and Piano.

Brain was playing a valve horn. Greer plays a valveless horn.

If you listen carefully, you can hear the muffled sound of Greer’s stopped notes.

Well, anyway, I wasn’t satisfied just playing my valve horn without using the keys. I wanted a natural horn. One without valves.

What I got was my valvectomy.

It is not a true natural horn. That is, it is not the horn then world-famous horn player Johann Stich, aka Punto, played when he and his pal Ludwig van Beethoven sat down to play that wonderful Sonata for Horn and Piano composed by Beethoven in 1803.

My valvectomy  may be kind of a fake, but it sure is fun to play. I’m not very good at it.

Truth to tell, I just recently started playing again, after several years of letting the horns sit in their cases.

I sold the Mirafone and bought a 1963 Alexander double F/B-flat horn. It is a marvelous horn.

But I still like to mess around with my cheap valvectomy.

How did we create the valvectomy?

Valvectomized French horn with original valves replaced with a bridge pipe. Photo by Joel Thurtell..

Valvectomized French horn with original valves replaced with a bridge pipe. Photo by Joel Thurtell..

Willard had done it before. You hack-saw the two brass pipes that connect to the three valves. The valves are set in line, and once they’ve been removed, you bridge the gap with a piece of brass tubing, making solder connections where the valves were removed.

Now you have an ersatz natural horn that will play all the notes you want to play. This means that you have to work on your ear, because unlike a valve horn, the natural horn does not play stopped notes at pre-defined intervals. With the valve horn, all notes sound like open notes on a natural horn, even if they would e stopped notes on the natural horn. You get more clarity with a valve horn, but if for some reason you want to play your stopped notes a bit flat or sharp, you can arrange that by adjusting placement of your right hand in the bell.

As I get back into practicing horn, I find that I like to start playing on my valvectomy. It’s light and the air seems to move through it without effort. That is not my imagination. There is far less plumbing for the air to move through.

After playing a few C scales on the hand horn, I proceed to my Alexander. By now, my lip is limber and I can finish my practice session with my valve horn.

My valvectomy has a dull, earthy color. It looks quite rustic, like an old hunting horn.

So here’s my pitch: Do you have an old French horn you want to get rid of?

Please think of me — I’ll perform my little surgery and turn it into a valvectomy.

Drop me a line at joelthurtell@gmail.com

 

 

 

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How serious is my bid for President?

By Joel Thurtell

The question has been raised whether I’m truly serious about running for President, given that my name is not on the ballot of a single state.

To political strategists, this may seem like a huge liability.

It would probably become an even greater concern to these people if they knew that I’m making absolutely no effort to have my name added to any ballots.

Not one.

Why should this signal that I’m not serious?

I just don’t have time for all that bureaucratic folderol of collecting signatures and filing papers.

I’ve got my hands full selling my books, thank you.

I figure if my fellow candidate Newt Gingrich can subordinate campaign organization to selling and signing books, why can’t I?

I’m just as serious as Newt.

More so, in that I’m not wasting any time or money on organizing my campaign.

Unlike Newt, with me, running for President is ALL about selling books.

Oh yes, my books can be ordered from amazon. Here are my titles:

Up the Rouge! Paddling Detroit’s Hidden River

Plug Nickel

Seydou’s Christmas Tree

Shoestring Reporter: How I Got To Be A Big City Reporter Without Going to J School, and How You Can Do It Too!

Cross Purposes, Or, If Newspapers had Covered the Crucifixion

Okay, back to the original question: How serious a candidate am I?

Damned serious!

Please buy my books!

Drop me a line at joelthurtell@gmail.com

 

 

 

 

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My run for President

By Joel Thurtell

For too long, a veil of secrecy had shrouded my Presidential candidacy.

My ambition to govern these United States, to solve all our problems, economic, social, spiritual and yes, even musical, knows no bounds.

But I had to keep it locked away.

And then came Newt.

Yes, thanks to Newt Gingrich, I realize, at last, that it’s okay for me to run for the highest office in the land while at the same time peddling my books.

I’ve really lost a lot of ground, though.

All those appearances to sell my book , Up the Rouge! Paddling Detroit’s Hidden River, were golden opportunities for me to pitch myself as Leader of the Free World.

Missed opportunities!

I could have sold loads of my other books, as well:

Plug Nickel

Seydou’s Christmas Tree

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Cross Purposes, Or, If Newspapers had Covered the Crucifixion

All because I thought it was unseemly to sell my books while running for public office.

Thank you, Newt!

Oh, I know what people will say.

I read  The New York Times.

I can tell which way the wind is blowing.

The Times does not think it’s cool for Newt to sell books while campaigning.

It smacks of not being a serious candidate.

The Times:

Mr. Gingrich’s devotion to book-selling, Republican strategists said, raises questions about the propriety of a candidate who is generating personal income while seeking the White House, as well as whether he is making the optimum use of limited campaign time.

My own campaign has been so far below the radar of “strategists” that the deep thinkers on both the Republican and Democratic sides were simply not aware I’m running.

News flash to strategists: My hat’s in the ring.

And really, I don’t think it’s any of the strategists’ business whether selling my books “is making optimum use of limited campaign time.”

If I can enhance my personal income, who besides me cares how much time it takes?

Folks, I’m off and running.

I’ll be knocking on doors.

With books in my hands.

Don’t worry, I can make change.

I need those “strategists,” though.

They can give me free publicity.

So far, The New York Times has not noticed my campaign.

I expect that to change when the nabobs of negativism find out I’m selling books on the stump.

That is a big no-no.

From their moral high ground, the Times will feel obligated to tattle on me.

That will boost my visibility — and hopefully sell my books.

Book sales will enhance my personal income.

I don’t understand the Times’ negative attitude about candidates’ increasing their fortunes.

Isn’t that what office-holding is all about?

Once I get elected, I can hand no-bid government contracts to my family members, friends and anyone who bribed me with money for my campaign.

That could include anyone who buys my books.

That means you, dear reader, could share in the spoils.

But you’ve got to get out there and buy my books!

Here they are again, in case you missed them:

Up the Rouge! Paddling Detroit’s Hidden River

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After I leave office, having been convicted of corruption, defeated for re-election or proclaiming myself just plain sick of Washington insider deal-making, I can serve as a member of any number of corporate boards seeking my influence.

That will earn me megabucks, thanks to the good old revolving door which for me will be open, open, open!

Most fun and biggest moneymaker of all — I’ll get my own show on Fox News.

So, please buy my books.

It will boost my campaign.

Thank you.

Gotta scoot.

Books to sign.

 

 

 

 

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Deceit and animal rights

By Joel Thurtell

A New York Times article about animal rights activists trying to shut down the horse-drawn carriage trade in Manhattan reminded me that little has changed in the choice of tactics used by self-appointed guardians of animals.

They will lie and cheat because the truth will do them in.

Today’s Times story amazes in that the animal rights people seem — as always — willing to employ duplicity and deceit to win public opinion to their twisted way of thinking.

In this case, the defenders of animal rights pressured their house horse doctor to lie about her findings about the conditions of horses employed in pulling carriages in New York City.

When their equine veterinarian reported being bullied to lie by the animal-lovers, the aforesaid rights advocates canned her.

Animal rights = cool.

Human rights? A loser.

But that’s only the beginning.

These same liars, it turns out, are a chief participant in enforcement of New York animal cruelty laws.

The American Society for Prevention of Cruelty to Animals is empowered to investigate animal abuse. They are also involved in raising money to lobby legislators to ban the horse-drawn carriage business, including donations to legislators and city council members.

Talk about loading the dice: The ASPCA at one and the same time gets to investigate and prosecute the carriage operators while working the political side in hopes of banning the business.

Why, the ASPCA has even teamed up with a developer to try and take a horse stable and develop it for other uses.

Reminds me of a story I wrote for the Detroit Free Press back in 1985, when the Michigan Humane Society was trying to shut down animal research at the University of Michigan.

Oh, they tried to reassure the public that all they wanted to do was “regulate” the use of animals in research.

But that was a lie. Their own literature showed it was false:

In a 1985 Free Press story, quoted below, I contrasted official Humane Society denials with a quotation from the 1980 Michigan Humane Society “News” that said, “the MHS is
against live animal experimentation, no matter where the animals are taken from.”

I also wrote that a Humane Society document, “Notes from the 1984 Annual Conference of the Humane Society of the
United States,”  explained Humane Society tactics as taught by then society spokesman John McArdle: “Never appear to be opposed to animal research. Claim that your concern is only about the source of the animals
used.”

In 1985, the hot-button issue was a Humane Society-manufactured issue known as “pound seizure.”

Never mind that nobody then or now actually “seizes” animals from animal shelters.

The term “pound seizure” was loaded emotionally, and used by the Humane Society to play on people’s natural tendency to sympathize with pets.

I interviewed McArdle in 1985, and he didn’t back away from the quote that said he wanted to stop all animal research. As for “pound seizure,” that false issue, he said, was meant to help “pass laws to address other concerns dealing with laboratory animals.”

Horse-drawn carriages in Manhattan — that issue may not resonate outside New York.

Animal rights advocates know the horse carriage people don’t have a lot of friends.

And they’re intent on buying political “friends” — paying for votes with campaign money.

For those who think the Manhattan horse carriage is a parochial concern, think about this:

Do you like to go fishing?

Are you a hunter?

When I was reporting the story about University of Michigan animal research, I asked a Humane Society official what their ultimate goal was.

Oh, ultimately, we want to pass a ban on hunting and fishing, I was told.

That’s right — the animal rights people would like to stop me from fishing for bass and pike.

Here’s that story I wrote for the February 14, 1985 Detroit Free Press, reprinted with permission of the Free Press.

Headline: POUND NEW BATTLEGROUND IN COMPLEX CONFLICT

Sub-Head:

Byline:  JOEL THURTELL FREE PRESS STAFF WRITER

Pub-Date: 2/14/1985

Memo:  ALSO RAN IN WAYNE WEST AND DOWNRIVER ZONES; SEE RELATED ;  STORIES BY MORRIS, MALIVIN AND THURTELL AND SIDEBAR

Correction:

Text: Richard Malvin stopped abruptly in front of a bulletin board near his
office in the University of Michigan Medical School’s animal research
laboratories, and pointed to a lecture announcement.

” ‘Zinc-copper Interaction and a New Treatment for Wilson’s Disease,’ ” the
U-M physiology professor quoted. “A new treatment — that’s what animal
research does.”

It does more than that, in the  view of David Wills, executive secretary of
the Michigan Humane Society. Wills believes research can cause animals to
suffer pain, and the state Humane Society hopes to force researchers like
Malvin  to quit experimenting on the relatively inexpensive dogs and cats they
get from municipal pounds.
Animal shelters are supposed to assure old or unwanted pets a peaceful
death — not a trip to a researcher’s  lab, agrees Julie Morris, general
manager of the Humane Society of Huron Valley near Ann Arbor.
To medical researchers, Malvin and his laboratory’s sheep personify the
impending battle for control  of research methods.
Traditionally, scientists have designed their own experiments, subject to
review by professional colleagues and inspection by federal and state
agencies.
Now, moderate humane  societies like the Ann Arbor organization are
demanding that they be given a role in overseeing research techniques.
Motives questioned
Malvin questions the motives behind such demands, and says humane societies
are being dishonest when they say they only want to stop researchers from
using pound animals.
Morris claims, however, that the Huron Valley society recognizes the value
of research  and only wants to curb abuses.
The Michigan Humane Society and 10 other animal rights groups — including
three anti-vivisectionist societies — have formed a coalition with the
Michigan Humane Society  and have announced they will try to persuade state
legislators in Lansing to forbid the use of pound animals in research.
Malvin and his colleagues, in turn, claim the humane societies are
sentimentalizing  a complex issue by focusing the debate on pets.
If animal welfarists succeed in forbidding the use of pound animals, they
will promote bills further limiting animal research, Malvin warns.
After  the Massachusetts legislature passed such a law, more restrictive
bills were introduced, said Bennett Cohen, head of the U-M Unit for Laboratory
Animal Medicine.
Wills denied that the state society  wants to ban all animal
experimentation.
In 1980, however, the Michigan Humane Society “News” said “the MHS is
against live animal experimentation, no matter where the animals are taken
from.”
Laboratory animal researchers now are circulating a document they say
reveals welfarists’ true intentions.
These “Notes from the 1984 Annual Conference of the Humane Society of the
United States”  quote advice on tactics by society spokesman John McArdle.
“Never appear to be opposed to animal research,” McArdle is quoted as
saying. “Claim that your concern is only about the source of the animals
used.”
In a later interview, McArdle agreed the quote was accurate, and admitted
the second step in the strategy he recommends is to capitalize on a successful
“pound seizure” campaign by working “to pass laws to address other concerns
dealing with laboratory animals.”
That term — “pound seizure” — irks Cohen, a physiologist and veterinarian
who maintains that “it’s their term.”
The  fact is: Michigan law does not allow scientists to “seize” animals
from local pounds.
Local governments may contract with one of several dealers to have dogs and
cats removed regularly from their  pounds. Dealers sell such animals to
university and hospital laboratories.
“Technically, ‘pound seizure’ is just when a state mandates release,”
admitted Wills. “The public has made that a tag label for everything.”
Malvin argues that it is not the public, but animal welfarists, who have
popularized the term.
For example, the heading of the Huron Valley animal shelter’s official
statement  on the subject uses “pound seizure.”
Emotions run high
The sheep’s low “baaaah” echoes through a corridor of the U-M Medical
Science Building as Malvin leads a Free Press photographer and reporter  on a
tour.
A metal knob atop the sheep’s head controls a needle that has been
surgically implanted in the animal’s brain. By injecting drugs directly into
the its cerebral spinal fluid, Malvin explains,  medical researchers can
induce — and study — high blood pressure in the sheep.
“We’ve made a few discoveries — we showed that a hormone system affects
blood pressure in a way we never thought  of,” he said.
For many, however, the issue is not sheep. It is pets, and the possibility
that they may be used in experimenters’ laboratories.
“There’s mice, there’s rabbits, there’s other things  besides household
pets,” one man argued at a Taylor City Council meeting in December.
The council debated and then voted to continue a contract with a Hodgins
Kennels, Inc., a Howell animal dealer  who collects live and dead animals from
the Taylor pound. Hodgins sells some of the live cats and dogs to research
laboratories; others he kills.
It is nearly impossible to discuss the issue of animal rights versus
biomedical research without running into someone’s emotions.
Americans love their pets — especially dogs and cats. But they also love
their standard of living, including the promise of a longer life-span.
“Virtually every major medical advance of the last century has depended
upon research with animals,” says a brochure of the Foundation for Biomedical
Research.
But M.W.  Fox, the national Humane Society’s scientific director, contends
that “since the causes of human diseases are primarily mental, social and
environmental, the use of animals as appropriate models must  be seriously
questioned.”
Scientists could not disagree more.
An abbreviated list of medical achievements made possible through animal
research includes open-heart surgery, development of asthma  medications,
kidney dialysis, cataract removal, hypertension medications, blood
transfusions, antibiotics and immunization against such former killers as
diphtheria, mumps, measles, smallpox and polio.
The statement that polio vaccine resulted from animal experiments bothers
Wills, who argues that polio vaccine was developed on “tissue,” not on
animals.
In response, Malvin repeats that key term:  “Tissue. Tissues come from
animals. Many decades of animal research culminated in a solution that allows
us to make a vaccine. It’s sheer nonsense to pretend polio vaccine could have
been developed without  the use of animals.”
New element in debate
The national Humane Society’s McArdle introduced a new element to the
debate when he proposed that brain-dead humans be used in place of animals in
live  experimentation.
“It’s the appropriate animal, it’s the appropriate size,” said McArdle.
“Now, that’s something that we would be comfortable with, rather than an
animal that can suffer.”
After  a moment of reflection, Morris said she agreed with McArdle that
brain-dead humans would be an alternative, but “there would have to be
informed consent of the person previously, or consent of the family.  Clearly,
without that I would object.”
While Morris agrees that medical science has achieved impressive results,
the means — animal experimentation — needs closer monitoring.
“Nothing in the  current laws applies to rats or mice,” Morris said, and
added, “nothing in current laws protects animals during experimentation.”
Morris is right, says Howard Rush, a U-M veterinarian — there are  no laws
governing experiments on rats or mice.
But there are laws to protect animals during experiments, he said.
Thumbing through pages of the federal Animal Welfare Act, Rush read, “In
the  case of a research facility, the program of adequate veterinary care
shall include the appropriate use of anesthetic, analgesic, or tranquilizing
drugs, when such use would be proper in the opinion of  the attending
veterinarian . . .”
Still, Morris and Wills argue that videotapes stolen from a University of
Pennsylvania laboratory prove scientists failed to anesthetize animals. The
tapes prove  the need for more regulation, Morris said.
Monkeys could be seen moving, which shows they were not given an
anesthetic, she said.
But according to an article by Thomas Gennarelli, chief of the  University
of Pennsylvania head injury study, the animals were given sernalyn, an
anesthetic which “renders the animals incapable of feeling pain, but does not
render them comatose as other anesthetics  do.” Thus, although they were
anesthetized, they could move.
Wills has a copy of the edited tapes. “They even shocked me,” he said.
But Malvin accuses animal welfarists of intentionally drawing a false
conclusion from the tapes.
“They know damned well those animals were anesthetized,” Malvin said.

Caption:

Illustration:  PHOTO AL KAMUDA

Edition: METRO FINAL

Section:  NWS

Page: 3A

Keywords: CONTROVERSY; ANIMAL; RESEARCH; TEST

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