On Being Real

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On Being Real:   I just returned from a talk given by Tom Disrud about being real. It made me consider who I really am and who I want to be. Recently I have been told that I need a different moniker for my art work. My surname changed twice because of marriage, but I stayed with Eichinger because that is how I was known for twenty years, and Marilynne because that is all I ever knew myself to be. Each pseudonym, however, initiated a time of changed responsibilities as housewife, mother, museum president and finally company owner. Last year I sold my business in order to write and paint, and I asked myself if it was time for a new handle. And so I started to explore the meaning of my name.

The word Marilynne, according to baby name lists, conjures up sexy images, bringing to mind Marilyn Monroe. Its origin is a hodgepodge of English, Israeli, and Hebrew languages that blend Mary with Lynn. It is not a popular name today, as it was when I was born (there were three in my homeroom), but its popularity rank over the past two years has been rising again. The problem with this name is that I am now aging. Does sexy still describe me? In Zumba classes we put our hands above our heads pretending to be belly dancers one minute and hip-wiggling salsa dancers the next. A sidewards glance to the mirror had me in stitches when I tried to imitate the sexiest twenty-year old in the room.

My middle name is Hildegarde. Learning to write all of those letters was quite overwhelming when I young and had to sign my name as Marilynne Hildegarde. In Scandinavian mythology Hildegarde was a Valkyrie sent by Odin to escort battle heroes to Valhalla. In America the meaning is Battle, the name is all about war. My exercise program contains a smidgin of Tae Kwan Do and Tai Chi, so now I wonder if am I ready for battle? In front of the mirror I tried making my face fierce, disguising the smile crinkles in the corner of my eyes. “Ayee!!” I shouted. I failed abysmally.

Hildy, the name my grandfather gave me, according to Kabalarian Philosophy, is a person who has a desire to be of service to others, but practicality and attention to detail restricts her spontaneity. I am supposedly patient and will work hard to accomplish my endeavors.( true ) I tend to build a solid foundation of fact and logic ( yes ), but am not inclined to pursue inspirational or creative expression in music or the arts . . . (“uh oh!”) That statement stopped me immediately.) The article I read goes on to say that my ambitions are modest. (My friends would laugh at that one.) I do, however, appreciate a settled home environment that lets me show love for friends and family. It this who I am? Should I sign my art work Hildy?

To consider who I am, I had to divide myself into two parts, the physical being and the spiritual one. I started with the physical since it was easier to dissect.

Since retiring I have made some changes that I do like. My weight has come down to match what it was when in college. But instead of the tiny waist that my father used to wrap his hands around, five children have brought about a permanent increase in spread. Not bad though I can live with the reality of a slightly larger waistline. Exercise has made a big difference and I am stronger than I was a year ago. I can now do squats, kick my leg up to at least ninety-degrees and engage in jumping jacks with ease. Posture is now my bugaboo.

As a child dancer I was taught to stand in first position, and for years walked with toes turned outwards. If you have watched ballerinas you will often see them resting on one leg, the other slightly forward with toes out, belly protruding. (look at Degas sculpture of the Little Dancer.)

DEGAS STORY_339979After carrying babies on my hip, that position became exaggerated and my back suffered. Changing my stance to walk with feet in a parallel position has not been easy, but my back is much better. I feel great!

So why the shock when I looked into the mirror to find the real me? I suddenly noticed my bobbing computer head. “How did that get so bad,” I thought. Then I looked around the shopping mall and city streets to observe hundreds of heads dangling at the end of forward bent necks emanating from hunched shoulders. That description really fit me, and I did not like it. Was this just another part of the aging process, and was it something that could be corrected? With a computer head, I certainly could not keep my sexy Marilynne name or do battle as a Hildegarde. I still felt uncomfortable with a Hidly who was not involved in the arts.

I went online to discover something called computer neck. It is a common problem these days because children as well as adults sit at compuimagesters for hours at a time with poor posture. “Ouch!” This stance has made chiropractors wealthy. I learned that there are several things that can be done to get rid of computer neck. When sitting, with head in a neutral upright position, a line drawn straight out form your nose should intersect with the middle of the monitor. Forearms have to be positioned parallel with the floor with elbows close by each side. Feet should sit flat on the floor with thighs parallel to the floor as well while sitting slightly forward on a chair. To maintain the curve of my lumber spine, I decided to use a large chair-ball. Since it is slightly unstable it also forces me to use my core to maintain balance.

I am going to work on improving my stance and keep Marilynne as my name. I like the idea of staying a feisty, sexy woman. As to the spiritual side, well that is a whole other story.

Your thoughts about a name change? 

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References:
http://orthoinfo.aaos.org/topic.cfm?topic=a0026 – How to sit at a computer.

http://www.kabalarians.com/Female/hildy.htm – meaning of hilly

www.sheknows.com/baby-names/name/marilyn – meaning of marilyn

A Collision in the Woods

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Collision in the Woods
My home is in the forest near a parkland trail. Built on seven levels that are nestled onto a hillside, the back of the house is over 100 feet up in the air. I fondly think of my dwelling as a treehouse. Some of our guests get dizzy looking over the railing, but I love to peer over the side into the woods or sit back to watch the canopy birds attracted to our numerous feeders.

Last Monday, just past noon, while working quietly at my desk enjoying a occasional nod to the view from my window, of rain gently dripping from the Cedars and Douglas firs, I was startled by a loud crack. It sounded like a lightning bolt hit the roof colliding with a freight train. As my head to jerked to attention, I looked out the window to see the top half of a huge tree rocket to the ground. Ten seconds later an earthquake like blast shook the house, toppling pictures, breaking glass, and sending branches shooting through the skylight to puncture holes in the stairwell wall.

The first thing I noticed when I leaped to my feet was that my heart was pounding, adrenaline shooting skyward and my body shaking. Ray was shouting at me to come upstairs, and I kept thinking to myself, “Calm down. You are a meditator and are not supposed to get upset. Thankfully no one was hurt.” At that moment I was very glad that I was not alone in the house.

Taking the stairs two at a time, I ran up to the main floor to find shattered glass blocking my way. Stepping gingerly through an unbelievable mess, I worked my way to the back deck to discover it was half dissolved and no longer fenced in. Looking down from the remaining splintered boards, vowing not to become a statistic with a seventy-five foot fall, I tried to discern which tree was the culprit. I am possessive of my trees and was unhappy to lose even one. It was difficult to tell, but with a bit more investigation I was crestfallen to see the upturned ball of a magnificent 150 ft. Red Cedar. In totem terms the trunk could be used to make eight or nine poles.

It was then that I finally let out a laugh. Yesterday I had been speaking to the young man we mentor and had told him that, “Life is just a series of problems to be overcome.” I had been trying to make him realize that there is never such a thing as, happily ever after. “Overcoming difficulties makes life interesting.” I had said. He was in the house at the time the tree went down, so when he came bounding into the room I turned to him and said, “ Remember what we were talking about yesterday? Well, it looks like this problem is going to be a doozie!”

I have always been a preparation type of gal. After listening to lectures about earthquake probabilities in Oregon, I bought cases of bottled water, and for both work and home, purchased several sealed buckets containing enough dried meals to feed a family for twenty days. My car contains an emergency supply tub complete with a change of underwear. At work, I asked employees to bring extra clothing which I stored next to blankets, quilts, flashlights and batteries, ready to be accessed as needed. And our safety committee made sure we had first aide material in all parts of the building.

Since I lived in the woods, I was always concerned that a tree might come crashing down from the hill above. Ray and I pruned the branches on those nearby to make sure that the three and four foot diameter trunks were weighted away from the house. It never crossed my mind that one located eighty feet downhill on rain saturated ground could fall upwards causing damage. Acts of nature are full of surprises that send twists to planning documents.

This incident has made me realize that there are preparations for dealing with a disaster that are rarely mentioned. It is a good idea to have your doctor, insurance agent, and in case of a homeowner problem, an emergency response contractor’s number programmed into your cell phone. I also grasped the importance of doing exercises to help my body move swiftly and my mind to remain calm. Meditation and physical programs that push my brain to adjust to changes in rhythm and movement can provide me with solid grounding from which to take action. Core strength, balance and flexibility make cleaning up messes more manageable. With these insights, I added new goals to my New Year’s resolutions.

I hope a personal disaster never happens to you, but if it does remember that there are a lot of people ready to offer their support. Thank you Gary.

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Spinning World Makes Me Dizzy

                                    COOL DADDY by Marilynne and Talik Eichinger                                                                                

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The Spinning World Makes Me Dizzy

When my son was in his 12th year we went to a wallpaper store to choose a design that reflected his move to teenager. He selected a room sized map of the world, a great choice in that it is still used by the family. Whenever we plan to travel, the first stop is my son’s bedroom to locate the site of our current interest. Each time I study the map, I am surprised at just how much the world has changed since his room was papered. Boundaries have moved and countries have new names. The Soviet Union has been replaced by a great many sovereign nations. I have to remember that Burma is Myanmar and Bombay is now Mumbai. The only comforting feature is the mountains and valleys that remain topographically in place.

As I travel internationally, I am immediately aware that the last 20 years have brought great changes to every country. Some are newly embroiled in war and I can not possibly consider a visit. Others, like London and Paris, have become exorbitantly expensive for middle class tourists. The beaches in Thailand are still recovering from their massive tidal wave, and Cuba is preparing to accept more visitors as a result of loosening sanctions. Cell phones permit internet searches for restaurants and tourists sites, international banking is conveniently conducted at ATM machines, and GPA tracking is a fantastic convenience for travelers.

So . . . how does one keep up with rapid change so as not to be caught in a time warp? Technology continues to have impact at home, but little is mentioned in the news about vast changes abroad. Did you know that warming trends are negatively affecting coffee growth in Sierra Leone, thereby increasing coffee prices in the US? . . . that you can walk into excavated tunnels under the DMV in Korea to see how the North secretly planned to invade the south? . . . or that land in Burma is being sold off cheaply to developers under the guise of democratic change, and the poor are being displaced?

Remember the idiom “Nature abhors a vacuum?” Well, when I was an anthropology student I was taught that if a poor overpopulated country is located near a wealthier one, those living in poverty will push their boundaries and move into the country with greater resources. We see this happening daily with waves of immigrants sneaking over the border. There may be civil laws to prevent that migration, but the laws of nature will always win. The desire to survive is so great, that people will do whatever they need to do to feed their families. When considering immigration issues, I think about this instinctual push for better pastures that has gone on throughout the history of mankind. Population movements effect our lives and must be paid attention to as much as the latest iPad.

Changing long held prejudices is difficult and requires a willingness to seek out current information and shift beliefs accordingly. Staying in tune with the times means continuous investigations and challenges to a mind that wants to stay comfortable in its old ways. Yet, changing your outlook with the spinning world should not be more difficult than learning how to use Skype or the latest app.

I am a good example of a person who early-on resisted working with computers. I made sure they were used at work, but had other people operating them. That was a bad decision. Now I realize that staying abreast of technology is a requirement for living fully. And staying abreast of the world’s social and political landscape is also a must at any age.

It is fun to ride on this dizzy, spinning world! I am as curious as can be to see what happens next. My only regret is that I can not return to earth in 200 years to observe the changes. Do you think the Middle East will still be in chaos, or the oceans flooding coastal lands as predicted?

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For more information go to:        http://blogs.independent.co.uk/2012/05/02/what-is-really-happening-in-burma-today/  about Myamar today.

http://www.businessinsider.com/afp-10-years-on-lessons-of-asian-tsunami-hit-by-disaster-amnesia-2014-12   about Thailand ten years after the tsunami.

My Mysterious DNA

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Three Suns by Marilynne Eichinger
Mystery surrounds us; in our environment, with relationships, and within our bodies. Seeking…. we sometimes find ourselves.

My Mysterious DNA

Twice over the past several years I have had DNA tests. The first time was after my daughter asked me to find out if I had a gene that made me vulnerable to breast cancer. Though it cost a bundle, she was so insistent that I decided to take the test.
I went into the geneticist’s office and was greeted by a young man who carefully explained why my background might lead to a positive result. He discussed the odds, wanting to make sure that I understood limitations of the study, and my options. After having my blood drawn there was a waiting period during which I was nervous. Since results could not be given on the phone, I had to subject my self once more to an explanation of possibilities before he presented the findings. His wordiness only added to my feelings of angst. ‘Why was he talking so much?’ In the end the results were negative. I did not carry the gene for cancer that concerned my daughter and her doctor.

The second DNA test was a holiday gift from my partner Ray. He paid for my participation in the National Geographic Genome Study. I would be one among thousands of people tracking their ancient ancestors out of Africa. Since all human-kind is thought to have originated in East Africa approximately 180,000 to 200,000 years ago, DNA stories start there and continue by identifying paths traveled by various tribes as they moved thru North Africa, the Middle East, Asia and Europe.

When studying an individual’s DNA, scientists look for certain genetic markers that result from occasional mutations. Because these variations are passed on to the next generation they become the new line to follow. Markers enable geneticists to plot the evolutionary trail of a particular family, and in my case, identify when my ancestors changed from hunter gatherers to farmers.

It was not long before a kit of cotton swabs arrived with instructions to rub them on the inside of my mouth before placing them in an envelope to be returned for analysis. The promised waiting period of six weeks dragged on for three months before my curiosity could be satisfied, but while I waited the researchers did make it easy to follow their progress online. Finally a notice arrived on my computer that the information was in hand and I could discover my story.

I learned that my family traveled through the Mid-East, stopping in Egypt, Lebanon, and Jordan. My ancestors then went north through eastern Europe, eventually heading towards England. The most fascinating part, though, was to discover that I had minuscule amount of Neanderthal genes in my DNA. This information was certainly up-to date-science, because it has only been a short time since scientists realized that intermingling of Homo sapiens with Neanderthals in the Mediterranean area less than 100,000 years ago. About 2% of most people who descend from Europeans, Asians and other non-Africans is Neanderthal. In an article in Science and Nature last year geneticists speculates that cross-breeding my ave given humans genes that enabled them to live in cooler climates, but they also may have had increased fertility problems.

Ray also had his DNA analyzed, and his results tell a completely different and more thorough story. Because he has an XY chromosome both the female and male ancestors could be analyzed. My tests could only delve into the XX chromosomes that follow the female line. Some of Ray’s ancestors had traveled to Spain, intermarried with the Jewish population and remained there for about 5000 years before moving on. Part of his family went north through Eastern Europe while other traveled through Asia to Micro Oceana (Taiwan, Hawaii).

As a totem pole carver he has always been interested in documenting his native connections and now suspects that he probably has closer ties to Kennewick man than to the Clovis people who traveled in later years through the Bering Straits. This hypothesis can not be confirmed, however, because there DNA testing on Kennewick man is tied up in court battles though non-invasive bone analysis has occurred and Ray looks exactly like an artist’s rendition of what Kennewick man might have looked like. We suspect that Ray’s relatives arrived from Asia about ten to fifteen thousand years ago. It was thousands of years later that east met west, and his Asian ancestors intermingled with European pioneers who settled in Washington.

Anthropologists suggest a northern branch of Eurasians traveled an ice bridge connecting the islands of the Bering Strait, traveling as far south as Chile, 1000 years before the Clovis people arrived. Other scientists believe there were early migrations from Europe to eastern North America. There are still many unanswered questions. But as scientists continue to look for genetic markers, gaps in our understanding will get filled in to more accurately connect recent history with the distant past.

Many exciting developments have resulted from the human genome study. Fields such as forensics, pharmaceuticals, medicine, and agricultural have been impacted. Biology is the new frontier, undergoing major changes since I was in high school studying peas. It certainly is a field to pay attention to.

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For More Information go to:
http://www.nature.com/news/modern-human-genomes-reveal-our-inner-neanderthal-1.14615; About interbreeding of Neanderthal and Homo Sapiens.
http://www.japantimes.co.jp/news/2014/10/23/world/science-health-world/oldest-homo-sapiens-dna-contains-traces-of-neanderthal-genes-suggests-migration-into-asia-60000-years-ago/#.VLXekIs9ei4: about Shomo Sapiens in Asia with traces of Neanderthal genes.http://
www.nature.com/news/ancient-migration-coming-to-america-1.10562 : Arrival of Clovis people verses earlier migrations.

Birthing Knowledge

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Cosmos – Birth of a Star

Birthing Knowledge
Studies of the brain are spurring a revolution in education for young and old alike. Using a variety of research techniques, scientists are better able to observe how the brain learns, thinks and remembers. Understanding the brains of babies is the first step to developing a concept for a life of learning for they are masters at absorbing new concepts.

It used to be that scientists thought of infants as defective adults, egocentric, irrational and unable to understand cause and effect. Research is proving these theories wrong. At the forefront is Dr. Alison Gopnick, professor at UC Berkeley, and a leader in the study of children’s learning. She claims that children “possess a great deal of knowledge, literally from birth and grown ups are designed to unconsciously teach the young the very things they need to know.” She also believes that adults would do well to maintain, throughout their lives, the flexible exploration methods used by infants.

A July 2010 Scientific American article titled How Babies Think discusses the findings of Dr. Gopnick who lectures that children become acquainted with the world much as scientists do, conducting experiments, analyzing the results and forming intuitive theories or hypotheses. She suggests that brains are a kind of computer designed by evolution and programmed by experience .

I will never forget watching my son learn how to maneuver the stairs of my sunken living room. Over and over he crawled up the five carpeted steps. My husband or I would turn our toddler around at the top so he could back down only to start the process over again. He was relentless until he mastered the task, showing his displeasure by crying when we tried to pull him away. Our son was a young experimenter at work.

Babies are engineered to learn. Harried parents may call the mess they make getting into everything , but to the child all that they do is one big experiment. I watched a video of one of Dr. Gopmick’s test subjects and was impressed with how brilliant the pre-school boy appeared to be. When directed to solve a puzzle that would light up a box he develop hypotheses after hypothesis, testing each one before discarding it and going on to the next. In two minutes, five different pathways were taken in quick succession before successfully completing the challenge.

Infants are able to take in and process a great deal of information all at once from a wide variety of sources. Their consciousness appears to be expansive. They are not as good as adults at narrowing attention to a single detail which is needed to develop careers and master concepts. However, we do have a lot to learn from the wide-ranging approach of infants. As grown ups we often cut off information lines too early and make problem solving more difficult than need be.

An example close to home comes from watching my grandchildren try to correct a computer bug. Even when they do not know what is wrong they feel confident in their poke and try repair method. It always surprises me that their trial and error technique usually works. I, on the other hand, approach computer issues with purpose and timidity. My single minded approach is much less playful and filled with frustration. I recently resolved to change and decided to copy their bravado. Much to my amazement I have been rewarded with occasional successes. Yea! I pat myself on the back.

This brings me to my New Years resolution for 2015 . . . Don’t be afraid of failure. Take in as much information as possible and try . . .try . . . try. I am reminded that babies are the fast learners, so I plan to follow their example and keep on plugging away.

Happy New Year Everyone! May your dreams and wishes come playfully true.

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For more information go to:

The Scientist in the Crib: What early Learning Tells Us About the Mind by Alison Gopmick, Andrew N. Meltzoff, Patricia K. Kuhl.

The Philosophical Baby: What Children’s minds Tell Us About Truth, Love, and the Meaning of Life by Alison Gopnik

http://www.ted.com/talks/alison_gopnik_what_do_babies_think?language=en – Video about What do Babies Think Filmed July 2011

A Grove of Totem Poles

 

eagle-totem-close-upA Grove of Totems                                                                                                                                              My home is in a grove of totems. Five large poles and many small ones surround me with stories that speak of trickster and bear. Joining eagle, raven and most recently thunderbird I imagine soaring high above our chimney to survey life’s possibilities. At times I watch beaver chopping trees to provide firewood for winter warmth.

In theatrical performances I have been known as fishhawk, and am called to use my keen eyes to spot whales far out at sea. Shouting “caw . . caw” I tell the people waiting patiently on land the location of these graceful behemoths. Great excitement is always displayed when my voice rings true, and those on the beach mimic me with raised shouts mingled with drumming and preparation. When I appear, a magnificent wooden whale glides forth to greet me. His large toothy mouth opens and closes in deep drumming rumble while his tail flaps silently as he moves.

Whale Mask At Kahn Gallery DSCN0036_1 My partner of nineteen years, Ray Losey, is the master carver whose chopping and hammering sounds emanate rhythmically from under the house. Ray grew up surrounded by the art, and as a child helped his father carve and paint the huge poles that now reside in parks and private residences. His dad had been given the right to carve by Chief Joseph in Kake Alaska ,and he in turn passed the gift on to his son. With mixed native blood lines on both sides of his family, Ray’s DNA tells of ancestors who came from Oceana over 10,000 years ago.

The cedar poles and smaller masks are carved in his studio that overlooks the green lush canopy of our surrounding woods. The smell of the oily wood with its deep brown luster when polished give me a feeling of warmth and contentment. I particularly like looking at the long narrow sisiutls gracing our walls. Originally serving as decorative lintels placed over entrance doorways, sisiutl designs are thought to hark back to 1421 when the Chinese visited America leaving dragon-aced coins behind. Often carved with two outward facing creatures protecting a central humanoid face, the planks are primarily used as fanciful wall art today.

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Northwest coastal natives lived comfortable lives. Rivers were stocked with fish, land was abundant with deer and beaver, berries and plants were plentiful, and though wet, the weather was not excessively cold. During long winter months there was time to carve, tell stories, and hold potlatches that drew family and friends together in celebration. The custom of the entire family making blankets, baskets, cooking utensils, and carvings to be given away during these festivities tied the community together. If your clan gave everything away during a potlatch then the recipients were obligated to your future well being, and you were considered wealthy. Just as in our own holiday celebrations food, music an dance add to the liveliness of the gathering.

Totem Watchman P1000223poles at our home are displayed as non-tribal specific pieces dedicated to myths and legends of a time past. Made of rot-resistant cedar and carved to represent characters in stories, they primarily serve as a functional pieces to welcome visitors to our home. In the old days the carving was limited because of stone tools but once contact was made with white man and metal tools were introduced an thriving trade developed. Some early settlers mistakenly thought that there was religious meaning to the carvings and unfortunately these ignorant missionaries burned hundreds of artifacts in false assumption that they were being worshiped. They primarily had been constructed as a way of identifying lineage. The pole to the left is of watchman protecting the home.

Some of Ray’s works are memorial pieces that tell stories, as is the case of the Survival Pole recently erected at the Oregon Zoo. It speaks loudly of the ways contemporary man is destroying animal habitat. Owl looks out with a missing an eye, and eagle hesitantly holds up a bent wing. Poor beaver has a broken tooth and bear, quite sadly is missing the lower part of fingers that were caught in a trap. Other poles are carved to celebrate life by becoming a repository for a loved relative’s ashes. Serving as mortuary vessels, a few have cavities large enough for an entire family to mingle in death.

I liken Christmas festivities to those potlatches held by native people. We too give gifts, proclaiming our love and connectedness to family and friends. There is even a sense of obligation that binds us as we weave a web of giving. The pleasure that comes from reaching out is an ancient one that can bind us together and make us feel whole.

With this in mind Ray and I wish you a most wonderful holiday with your family and friends.

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Savannah Odyssey

 

DSC04477Revisiting Savannah                                                                                                                                       What does this Native woman think as she looks over the Savannah River at a mid-eastern styled shopping center adjacent to an aging church?

A Savannah Odyssey                                                                                                                                     This blog is being written because of the plethora of racial issues plastered over the news media.  A recent trip to Savannah, Georgia provided  me a way to peek under the surface of racial tension. Savannah has approximately 143,000 inhabitants, down from its civil war high of over 200,000. As an outsider it was easier to probe this small eastern city than Portland where I live and have a vested interest in the status quo

I wanted to visit the deep south ever since I read The Prince of Tides by Pat Conroy, and finally got a chance to do so. Last fall, in shared celebration of our birthdays, my cousin Elaine and I ventured forth. My before image was filled with antebellum mansions, wrought iron gates, cotton plantations, trees laden with sphagnum moss and graceful women with lilting southern accents.

It surprised me wP1010649hen most of those visions were shattered. Trees dripping with moss were certainly amazing. Big gnarly Oak branches made me want to age regress to a more limber childhood when climbing could be done with ease. I conjured images of being gracefully perched on a long-roped swing while my beau gently pushed me to and fro. The city plan established in 1733 by its founder James Oglethorpe is unique in that streets in the central area are organized around 24 squares or parks, each surrounded by eight blocks for living and shopping. Though the parks no longer are used for grazing cattle, they do offer areas for strolling and listening to folk artists under broad-leafed trees. Rows of closely built homes are embellished with fanciful wrought iron banisters and fences, and churches of every denomination are liberally sprinkled throughout. Those walking the streets were for the most part white and came from all parts of the world, so the southern accents I listened for were sparse. People of color lived in poor ghettos on the outskirts of town.

P1010596There are no plantations in Savannah, and there never were any. The invention of the cotton gin by Eli Whitney made it easy to remove seeds from cotton fiber, and that innovation along with new manufacturing techniques led to a flourishing cotton trade. When steamships became practical in the early 1800s the city blossomed as an export and importing hub.

In 1861 the white ruling class celebrated the state’s decision to secede from the Union. They were determined to maintain their lifestyle by keeping just under half of the population enslaved. Four grueling years ended in 1864 when Sherman captured Savannah. White and black alike welcomed an end to the carnage that wrecked their lives and killed their sons and husbands. The power elite adapted easily to the end of slavery by planning a new economy that maintained the status quo. For over one hundred years the white population managed to keep control and stave off ambitions of black residents who had fought so bitterly for their rights.

Tourism videos describe Savannah as racially integrated, and several museums and historical houses proudly display exhibitions of art produced by black artists. “Great,” I thought, “ a city with an appreciation for color.” Orgelthorpe did not like slavery, and early on Georgia actually banned the trade. But before long there was not enough manpower to clear the land and do the work, so slaves were imported from South Carolina. With the repeal in 1750 of the anti-slavery law the local economy grew. Savannah become a major port for the slave trade, as well as an export site for cotton, rice and lumber. Interestingly, in 1798 the city again banned slavery, though costal Georgian waterways continued to be used for the trade until 1858.P1010697

Being curious, I asked people I met about race relations today. Those of color (making up 55% of the city) responded that everyone coexisted extremely well. With a bit more probing I discovered that men who succeeded, like Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas, were few and far between. Though schools and lunch counters are integrated, the 2010 US census shows a city that ranked 6th in the percentage (26%) of people living in poverty, and most of them are African-American. Our hotel workers and taxi cab drivers had told us what they thought we tourists would want to hear. A more honest assessment was given by a white guide who answered with rancor, “What do you expect? This is the south.”

Though the Food Network distanced itself from Paula Deen because of racial slurs made on national television, she still remains the queen of Southern cuisine and her restaurant flourishes. Political gains have not translated to economic equality, and white faces remain in tourist areas and in the nicer parts of town. Increases in violence, teen-age pregnancy and drug abuse are alarming to local residents. African-American business activity is collapsing and unemployment is twice that of the white population . . . just as it was in the 1960’s.

Change continues to visit the city in unexpected ways. Stores with middle eastern influences were erected on the main shopping street, breaking the historic feel of center city. There are a wide variety of ethnic restaurants to lure a hungry appetite, but fried chicken and macaroni and cheese remain supreme. I admit, they are delicious and a good excuse to stop calorie counting.

When the civil rights movement called for reform, colored and white-only bathrooms were finally eliminated. Yet in reaction to desegregated schools, 10,000 parents pulled their children out of the newly integrated system and sent them to private institutions. Today 18% of the county’s children do not receive a public education, a much higher number than in other Georgian counties. There are a smattering of hopeful signs within the school system, though. With the recent introduction of magnet schools, sections of the city are reversing the outgoing trend. An example is Ardsley Park that boasts a new Montessori magnet program.

Cities throughout the United States are bubbling with fermented hatred, and it takes a great amount of investigation to uncover truths. It is difficult to make sense of political manipulations, and very laborious to develop a plan that works for all. In my home town, I rarely talk to anyone about racial issues, though I would welcome a forum for doing so. Many our city’s racial problems are similar to those found in Savannah. Poverty, poor health, ghetto housing, drugs, lack of education and few employment opportunities rack most urban areas. If newscasters focused on these issues rather than give in to sensationalism, perhaps a more effective dialogue could be started, and we might end the cycle of shootings between police and racially profiled targets.

For more information go to:http://savannahnow.com/features/reseg/RESEG5/inside5/main5.html – White Flight

http://savannahnow.com/features/reseg/RESEG5/inside5/main5.html – Savannah schools

http://www.nytimes.com/1991/08/08/us/jim-crow-s-ghost-savannah-civil-rights-special-report-ways-older-south-linger.html – The segregated Savannah.

http://www.georgiaencyclopedia.org/articles/history-archaeology/atlantic-slave-trade-savannah – about Slavery in Savannah and Georgia.

http://www.examiner.com/article/4th-of-july-2013-and-notes-on-race-and-racism-savannah-georgia-part-3-of-3 – Race relations in Savannah.

http://www.ajc.com/news/business/deen-still-a-draw-in-savannah/nYYdJ/#__federated=1 – about Paula Dean.

http://www.ourdocuments.gov/doc.php?flash=true&doc=14 – Statistics

An Elephant Never Forgets

 

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Startled Bull Elephant Chases our Land Rover.

An Elephant Never Forgets

A number of years ago I participated in an Earthwatch research project at Tsavo National Park in Kenya under the tutelage of Dr. Barbara McKnight. For several weeks I lived and breathed elephants, tracking from our rugged Land Rover a portion of the 11,600 behemoths still traveling through the 21,000 km preserve. Since the area also contained baboons, lions, wart hogs, giraffes, zebras, hippopotamus, enormous venomous snakes, and rhinoceros to name a few, we were confined to our vehicle, and even instructed to pee quickly behind the SUV.

Eight hours a day we followed these beautiful creatures as they lumbered in family groups, trailing the matriarch from watering hole to feeding ground. We documented the herds by recording their size, direction of travel, antics, postures, and eating habits. Ear notches and scars told us which animals were returning to various locations. We recorded plants, listed birds and creatures nearby, including goats and cattle illegally encroaching on the parkland.

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Most fun was watching playful baby elephants piling one on top of another, rolling off to scamper around their resting site. If they roamed too far away they were firmly nudged back to their mothers by a nearby female. When the herd took their hour nap, calves were placed in the center of a ring of outward facing adult cows. Eventually the matriarch would signal it was time to continue marching over the land to cover as much as 50 miles a day.

During the birthing process the entire herd will surround the laboring cow. Once her calf is born they trumpet with joy, taking turns touching the newborn with their trunks in greeting. The entire herd then becomes responsible for the safety and education of the newborn. While traveling the baby is placed between the protective legs of its mother. In case of death, the cow morns for days by standing over her calf’s body, covering it with twigs and leaves while other members of the herd visit to give comfort. The depressed mother knows it has to leave to find food and water, but as she does so she carries a trail of sadness.

At times we observed young bull elephants, recently ejected from the herd, traveling closely behind their mothers. More often we came across older bulls foraging alone. Once when we accidentally startled a bull, our vehicle was charged, much to the great fear of Dr. McKnight who backed away as fast as she could. Not understanding the danger, I could see fear in her eyes and sweat dripping from her face. When I originally went on this adventure, I had expected to return as a zoo volunteer, but after observing elephants in the wild, I was horrified at their condition in captivity.

And…I learned, that elephants never forget. They live up to 60 years in the wild, and their amazing memory is the key to their survival. According to Scientific American, “scientists now have solid evidence that elephants are just as brilliant as they are big: They are adept tool users and cooperative problem solvers; they are highly empathic, comforting one another when upset; and they probably do have a sense of self.” Their 10.5 pound brain is used to encode survival details of alternative routes to use in case of drought. They recognize faces of other elephants they may have come in contact with during periodic multi-herd gatherings. Though their eyesight is fair their sense of smell and touch are strong. By smelling urine they notice unfamiliar elephants who could potentially cause trouble.

An elephant’s memory develops with age and experience, but unfortunately the older animals are the ones poachers are likely to kill, leaving the remaining herd at great disadvantage. Youngsters watch in horror when their families are slaughtered and remember forever the faces of perpetrators. What the herd loses is the matriarch’s memory of survival routes. 35,000 elephants are slaughtered by ivory poachers each year, and these mass killings can turn otherwise nonviolent elephants into dangerous animals.

In captivity elephants recognize their trainers and those who care for them. Many zoos involved in protecting the species are starting to see elephants from their own perspective. In Portland, the Oregon Zoo is expanding its elephant area to 6 acres, a pittance for their needs, but far better than before. Food dolled out randomly at multiple sites will compel the elephants to explore in order to find their next meal. I am excited by the new enclosure opening in spring of 2015. It is about time. Perhaps I will volunteer after all.

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Tsavo National Park had it all

I look forward to your comments.

For more information about Elephants:

http://www.scientificamerican.com/article/elephants-never-forget/ – Scientific American article Fact of Fiction?: Elephants Never Forget.

http://voices.nationalgeographic.com/2013/01/16/ivory-poaching-threatens-elephant-memory/ National Geographic – Ivory-poaching-threatens-elephant-memory

http://www.scientificamerican.com/article/the-science-is-in-elephants-are-even-smarter-than-we-realized-video/ Elephants Are Even Smarter Than We Realized.

http://mentalfloss.com/article/52381/it-true-elephants-never-forget – Mental Floss, About memory and Elephants.

http://www.wildize.org/projects/Wildlife-Security/Tsavo-Elephant-Research-TER-Dr-Barbara-McKnight/56 – About Research at Tsavo National Park.

Bio-feedback: A Case of Nerves

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Mao
Do you use bio-feedback to control the electrical pathways emanating from your brain?     Bio-feedback; A Case of Nerves

The autonomic nervous system(ANS) has fascinated me ever since I watched a psychology movie of a person controlling an HO electric train set with his brain. Without conscious effort, the ANS sends impulses to organs of the body, and controls such things as heart rate, breathing rate, blood pressure, body temperature and other instinctive activities that maintain equilibrium. In the train experiment the subject had probes placed on two fingers and was told to make each digit a different temperature. Most participants were eventually able to make the toy train move. What the researcher had designed was a vivid use of bio-feedback as a way to teach the brain to move blood.

The film made such an impression on me that I decided to turn the experiment into an exhibit at the Oregon Museum of Science and Industry. A sound booth was built and placed adjacent to a circular HO train course. Visitors were directed to place two fingers on the temperature probes that were inside the glass booth that overlooked the course. Unfortunately, I was never successful in making the train move, perhaps because I did not spend enough time practicing. But I did observe others who were actually able to make one finger warmer than the other by directing different amounts of blood from their brain to each finger. Spectators were as amazed as I when the train started its slow journey around the track.

Commercial devices are now available that can translate the brain’s electrical patterns to make objects move, as well as alter sound waves. NeuroSky, a San Jose-based company, developed a toy that enables the player to turn the blades of an eight inch helicopter and make it soar. The participant experiences success by concentrating on a single thought, turning on electrical patterns inside his brain. The outcome not only makes the helicopter fly but changes his emotional state to produce a sense of calm and relaxation.

A number of years ago I observed a medical application of mind-body control being conducted in a Portland bio-feedback lab that helped those suffering from severe migraines. A patient was hooked up to electrical sensors and told to pay attention to the line on a monitor that responded to change in blood flow. The idea was to send the blood away from the head to body extremities such as hands or feet. With practice hot hands, as it is often called, can be an effective way to reduce headaches.

The Mayo clinic is one among many health centers active in training people to control such things as heartbeat, asthma, anxiety and muscles to reduce pain. Bio-feedback gives the patient power to control thoughts in mind and body in order to improve health and physical conditioning. Use of a bio-feedback machine does take time, however, and practice sessions may be costly. Relaxation techniques and meditation are a less expensive alternative.

Chemicals are more widely used to control parts of the brain. Everything from pain killers to sleeping aids are found in medicine cabinets throughout the country. In the 1960s and 70s my Boston friends were playing around with LSD. I remember one neighbor telling me that the idea behind acid was to gain insight into the brain’s possibilities so you could then work to achieve that state without drugs. The woman who spoke to me had experienced brilliant colors and sharp images while on an acid trip. She spent months afterwards meditating in order to relive the experience at will.

As an aside, I do not recommend that you try this chemically induced state. When I worked in a mental health center I observed patients who took LSD and could not come out of the experience. According to a 2013 Popular Science article, there is renewed interest among scientists in studying the use of pharmaceutical grade hallucinogenic drugs in psychiatry. Clinicians believe that it could help cure some of our most debilitating problems such as alcoholism, depression and PTSD. It will be interesting to see if their experiments turn out to be successful.

I have been meditating on and off for forty years and have found it to be most beneficial. Several years ago I had to undergo a series of operations and wanted to make sure that I would be a stress-free patient. Meditation did help me enter the hospital with a calmness of mind. Yogis say that once your realize that your body/mind is within you but you are not your body/mind everything changes.

Scientists have studied change by using magnetic resonance imaging (MRI) on meditators while they practiced two forms of meditation, one non-directive and the other concentrative. In an article published in the journal Frontiers in Human Neuroscience researchers under the direction of Svend Davanger at the University of Oslo in Norway found “that when participants practiced non-directive meditation, they had higher brain activity in areas associated with processing self-related thoughts and feelings than when they were resting. But when subjects practiced concentrative meditation, their brain activity was nearly the same as when they were resting.”

Dr. Davanger suggests that non-directive meditation “allows for more room to process memories and emotions than during concentrated meditation.” He was also surprised to learn that “a mental task like non-directive meditation results in even higher activity in this network than regular rest.”

Many people ask me how I can carve out time to meditate in a busy schedule and my answer surprises them. For every minute I spend mediating I reduce my need for sleep an equal amount or more. Meditation puts my brain waves into a relaxed state, and it has a creepy-crawly effect that expands to fill my mind throughout the day.

To review my art go to eichingerfineart.com.

For more information about the autonomic nervous system:

http://training.seer.cancer.gov/anatomy/nervous/organization/pns.html- about the peripheral nervous

system.http://www.npr.org/blogs/alltechconsidered/2014/01/21/263078049/brain-games-move-objects-with-your-mind-to-find-inner-calm – move objects with your brain.

http://www.mayoclinic.org/tests-procedures/biofeedback/basics/definition/prc-20020004- Bio-feedback and control of body functions.

http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/19935987 – research on bio-feedback and migraines.

http://thelazyyogi.com/post/34377765370/meditation-why-what-and-how – about meditation.

http://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/276959.php- article in Medical News about how the brain works during meditation, May 19, 2014

The Unsung Revolution

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How has technology changed the balance of power within the family? The above 3-D painting is based on ee cumming’s poem written in response to cookie cutter suburbs built in the early 60’s. Today another revolution is happening inside the homes of these Pretty How Towns.

The Unsung Revolution
When I hear the word revolution I am not thinking about the Arab Spring or Syria. Instead I am focused on a revolution occurring inside most of my neighbor’s homes. What I have observed is the shift of power from father, to mother, to child. According to Webster’s definition, revolution refers to a fundamental change in power. That transition has definitely occurred within families, for the young dominate the household.

My great-grandparents worked along side their elders on the family farm. After several poor harvests they moved from their rural community outside of Riga, Latvia to Philadelphia, a city teaming with immigrants. To make ends meet their children sold newspapers and shined shoes. Earned income was handed over to their parents to help support their multi-generational family.

My own parent’s changed that pattern by living as a small nuclear unit. My father worked long hours to pay for household expenses while Mom stayed at home, available to chauffeur me to activities around town so I could reach “my potential.” Her word was law when it came to most daily activities. The money I earned from babysitting or being employed as a camp counselor stayed in my hands and was not turned over to support my family.

I behaved in a similar way with my own kids. When my children were under foot my husband worked and I, as suburban mom, drove them to activities and play dates. I made sure that homework was completed on time and that sporting and cultural events were part of their diet. We spent a great deal of face-to-face time together.

Now my children and their friends are parents and they operate in a changed landscape. With single, same sex and two working-parent families their generation has ongoing pressure to juggle daily responsibilities. To keep in touch with their children they rely heavily on electronics, and it is their use of technology that has spurred the latest revolution. Cell phone, text messaging, YouTube and Facebook rule!!! Even email has become cumbersome.

Adults contribute to the technology boom by paying outrageous mobile phone bills and annually upgrading home tablets and computers. By doing so they have inadvertently changed the power structures within their family unit. This article is my way of saying “buyer beware!” Know what is happening with your kin and learn how to manage both good and bad consequences.

In a seminar conducted by anthropologist Jan English-Luck titled “Technology and Social Change: The Effects on Family and Community,” results he collected from interviewing Silicon Valley families were shared with the audience. A typical story he related is illustrated by Sharon, a mother who is in constant contact with her children through computer and mobile phone. Dr. English-Luk claims that Sharon’s children feel safer, stay out longer and are more independent than earlier generations since they are in constant contact. Yet the family no longer operates as a unit. The only time parent and children were physically together over a two week period was when the anthropologist visited their home for an interview.

Today’s youth text in short blips rather than communicate more fully by phone or in person. Since texting is limited, it is rare that the entire story gets through. Voices portray emotion and face-to-face encounters give non-verbal cues that transmit between-the-line messages. Through texting it is possible to discover the location of your child, assuming that he is truthful, but you will never know what he or she thinking. Full descriptions of situations and events are rarely given. Gone are opportunities to develop verbal communication skills needed for future employment. And because letter writing and now e-mails are also becoming obsolete, the written word is suffering as well.

Benefits of cell phone use are many . . . contact, entertainment, safety, wellness help, and photography. But the hazards are also many. With the introduction of smart phones, parents started working around the clock answering texts and emails. Instead of paying attention to their children while at home they often find their mind wandering to the latest business or social communication. Conversations between family members are interrupted by a constant stream of incoming calls and messaging.

Since technology is the root cause of this power shift it is not surprising that role reversal occurs when the child knows how to use a new gadget better than the adult. When parents do not fully understand a device’s potential they find it difficult to control it’s use and as a result are faced with a host of new problems.    I’ll mention a few:

Bullying and harassment: text messages increasingly are sent by bullies
Memory: Use of cell phones is destroying short term memory.
Eye strain and digital thumb stress: Heavy use puts children at risk for early myopia.
Bacteria – Devices are not cleaned and are crawling with germs.
Sleep disorders – Teens tend to keep their phone on and are awaked during the night by incoming text messages.
Reliance – Impacts daily routine.
Dishonesty (39% of users 18-29 are not always honest about their location) they find it easy to cheat on tests.
Cost – Parents have sticker shock.
Health risks – Question of brain damage still unresolved.

Yes, technology is great and not going away! It is wonderful to have a computer for researching papers, scheduling activities, staying in touch with the news, finding directions and even getting gossip through one minute news blasts. Mobile devices can be helpful additions if precautions about their use and costs are taken into account and rules of etiquette established.

But it is good to remember that educating a child and maintaining relationships with family members still requires personal interaction. Face-to-face communication can not be replaced by gadgetry. Electronic transfer of information does not take the place of a hug or chat in the warmth of your home.

Staying in control rather than being controlled by your children requires both time and patience. Keeping parental power is the main way to pass on your values. To be a respected boss it is important to be on the job.

For more information about children and cell phone use go to:

http://www.aboutourkids.org/articles/kids_cell_phones_staying_connected – kids and cell phone use.