May 21, 2011


by David Kherdian

Unloading boxcars
on Erie Street
for quick money

taking anything
that came along
always on the run

which was anywhere
and going
because I never

stood still
and sold siding, shoes,
awnings, pots & pans

you name it
whatever came
around the block

I jumped and rode it
until I got bucked
or bored

waiting for that one train
the great chance
to ride the rattling rails

down that U.S. track
on the boxcar that
held my name

or anyhow
that's what I thought
I was waiting on

until it came and I went

"Going" by David Kherdian, from Nearer the Heart. © Taderon Press, 2006. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)

On this day in 1881, Clara Barton founded the American Red Cross.

When Clara was only 10, her brother David fell off the roof of the family barn. At first, he seemed fine, but the next day he developed a headache and fever. The doctor diagnosed "too much blood" and prescribed the application of leeches to help draw out the extra blood. Clara took over as her brother's nurse and spent two years at his bedside applying leeches (though David did not get any better until he tried an innovative "steam therapy" several years later).

As a girl, Clara was shy and had a stutter, and her worried mother asked a phrenologist (phrenologists, who were fairly common in the 1800s, examined the bumps on a person's skull as a way to determine their personality traits) to help her. The phrenologist said that she was shy and retiring and that the solution to her problem was to become a schoolteacher. Barton did not want to teach but she began teaching in 1839 at the age of 18. She overcame her shyness, became a sought-after teacher, and believed in the value of her work. She once said, "I may sometimes be wiling to teach for nothing, but if paid at all, I shall never do a man's work for less than a man's pay."

Several men proposed to Barton, but she remained single her whole life, at one point telling her nephew that on the whole she felt that she had been more useful to the world by being free from matrimonial ties.

In 1854, she gave up teaching and took a job in the United States Patent Office in Washington, D.C. She worked hard, got promoted, and within a year was making a salary equal to the men in the office (which angered the men). She left Washington for three years when the administration changed, but she returned in the early 1860s and resumed her job in the Patent Office. By 1861, war was breaking out, and when supporters of the Confederacy attacked Union soldiers in Washington, D.C., Clara helped nurse wounded soldiers in the same way she had nursed her brother when they were young.

During one of the first major engagements of the war, the Battle of Bull Run, the Union suffered a staggering defeat and as Clara read reports of the battle she realized that the Union Army had not seriously considered or provided for wounded soldiers. She began to ride along in ambulances, providing supplies and comfort to wounded soldiers on the frontlines.

After the war, she traveled to Geneva, Switzerland, where she learned about the International Red Cross and its mission to be a neutral organization that helped wounded soldiers. When Barton returned to the United States, she pressed for the creation of a national branch of the Red Cross. But many people thought there would never again be a war as monumental and devastating as the Civil War and didn't see the need for the Red Cross. Barton finally convinced the Arthur administration that the Red Cross could be used in other crises.

The American Red Cross was officially incorporated on this day, with Barton as its president.

Clara Barton said, "I may be compelled to face danger, but never fear it, and while our soldiers can stand and fight, I can stand and feed and nurse them."

And she said, "The door that nobody else will go in at, seems always to swing open widely for me."

She also said, "Everybody's business is nobody's business, and nobody's business is my business."

From the archives:

It is the birthday of one of the most frequently quoted writers in the English language: Alexander Pope (books by this author), born in London in 1688. He was forbidden from attending school because he was Catholic, but that didn't slow him down. An aunt taught him to read and he taught himself the rest, learning French, Italian, Latin and Greek on his own. He is best known for his translations of Homer. He's also credited with creating the English-style garden that favored natural, free-flowing lines over rigid, geometric landscaping. Pope kept an English-style garden at his villa in Twickenham, which he purchased with money from his translations of Homer.

Pope said, "Words are like leaves and where they most abound / Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found."

And he said:
"Sir, I admit your
general rule,
That every poet is a fool;
But you yourself may serve to show it,
That every fool is not a poet."

It is the birthday of humorist and senator Al Franken (books by this author), born in St. Louis Park, Minnesota (1951). In high school, he was known for his humor, and he studied improvisation at the Dudley Riggs Brave New Workshop in Minneapolis. He studied at Harvard and then moved to Los Angeles, where he lived a self-described "life of near-total failure on the fringes of show business." He was hired as a writer for the first five seasons of Saturday Night Live (1975-1980), where he shared a salary of $350/week with his writing partner, Tom Davis. When he returned to write for the program in the '80s, he occasionally appeared as a performer. His most memorable character was self-help guru Stuart Smalley, who hosted a fictional program called Daily Affirmations.

In the 1990s, he switched his attention to politics, writing five books and hosting a political talk show on Air America Radio. In 2008, he narrowly defeated Republican Senator Norm Coleman to become the freshman senator from Minnesota.

He said: "Mistakes are a part of being human. Appreciate your mistakes for what they are: precious life lessons that can only be learned the hard way. Unless it's a fatal mistake, which, at least, others can learn from."

It is the birthday of French painter Henri Rousseau, born in Laval, France (1844). Rousseau was a mediocre student, but excelled at drawing and music. He worked for a lawyer, served in the army for four years, and eventually went to work for the government as a tax collector. He married twice and had six children, only one of whom survived. He didn't start painting until he was in his early 40s, and he retired at age 49 to work on painting full time.

He often painted primitive-style jungle scenes, and his work was misunderstood and ridiculed in his lifetime, although he had an admirer in Picasso. In the fall of 1908, Picasso was strolling down the rue de Martyrs in Montmartre when he noticed a portrait of a woman among a stack of canvases for sale outside a junk shop. The proprietor told Picasso that the canvas could be painted over and reused. But Picasso knew the work was a Rousseau and purchased it. He told a friend that the portrait of a woman "took hold of me with the force of obsession. ... It is one of the most psychologically truthful of all French portraits." Picasso even held a party a few weeks later to celebrate his acquisition of the Rousseau and one of Picasso's friends wrote a song for the occasion.

It's the birthday of the man who developed the EKG or electrocardiograph. Willem Einthoven was born in Semarang on the island of Java, Indonesia (1860). After his father died when he was six, the family moved back to the Netherlands. Einthoven enrolled in medical school in Utrecht and went on to apprentice with some of the great doctors and scientific minds in the country. He won the Nobel Prize in 1924 for his invention. An EKG test is the best way to measure and diagnose abnormal heart rhythms.

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