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  • mistermuse 12:00 am on May 20, 2017 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Cincinnati, Gettysburg Address, , , intellectual stimulation, , , , , Twenty Questions   

    20/20 BEHINDSIGHT 

    When the world ends, I want to be in Cincinnati because it’s always 20 years behind the times. –Mark Twain

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    Today being the 20th day of the month, and me being a Cincinnatian of long standing (and other less upright positions), what better time than now and what better person than your humble scribe to put history in context with 20/20 hindsight, and delve into stuff you need to know. Why? You don’t want to go out as an ignoramus when the world comes to an end (20 years sooner for you than me), do you?

    Starting with the basics, are you aware of the etymology of  the word TWENTY? It’s from ye olde English twënig (literally “two tens”). I hope you agree that lacking this knowledge makes it evident that your imagination was in need of intellectual stimulation. For example, now you should be able to see how much more memorable Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address could have been had it begun: Four twënigs and seven years ago….

    Speaking of “two tens,” by counting the letters of the alphabet on the digits of your two meat hooks twice, you will find (unless you’re missing a finger) that the twënigth letter is T, which may come in handy in situations where you wouldn’t want to take off your stinky shoes and socks (not that counting on your toes is anything to be ashamed of).

    Moving on as I sit on my behind, there was once a quiz show on radio and TV titled TWENTY QUESTIONS, based on an old-timey traditional game called TWËNIG QUESTIONS. While I am not quite ancient enough to give eyewitness to the latter, I was around in the 1950s when the former appeared weekly (or weakly, if you had bad reception) on the DuMont Television Network. If you are too dilatory to have been around at that time, here’s a DuMontstration of what you missed:

    I could go on, but my vast research team and I don’t want to feed you more knowledge than you can digest at one sitting. Tune in again May 25, when (if I feel like it) I shall once again attempt to enlighten you with more of same. Remember, you heard it here last, because we are committed, and you can be too.


    • calmkate 12:29 am on May 20, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      oh oh MrM now you are starting to sound like TrulyUnplugged .. not daring to refer to your committed status, I refer to another blogger who writes in a similar vein! Look her up as I feel you two have a great deal in common!
      Can find an interview with her plus a link to her blog on my 2nd site Meet the Bloggers …

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      • mistermuse 8:29 am on May 20, 2017 Permalink | Reply

        Thanks for the reference to TrulyUnplugged. I liked her blog, but based on her three most recent posts, I’m not convinced that we “have a great deal in common.” For one thing (make that two), I see myself as more private and less loquacious (please don’t take that negatively — it’s just different strokes for different folks). But that’s based on just three posts — when I have time, I’ll read more of her work and perhaps find that “similar vein” (or at least give it a shot). 🙂

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        • calmkate 8:32 am on May 20, 2017 Permalink

          I think you will find it .. she is dealing with some personal stuff just now, so reading some earlier posts is a good idea.

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        • calmkate 8:35 am on May 20, 2017 Permalink

          she may be more chatty but she weaves music in and out of her posts and has some interesting twists .. each to our own

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      • trulyunplugged 9:32 am on May 20, 2017 Permalink | Reply

        I thought the very same thing, Kate….wordplay, “twisted sense of humour”…my “Ebony And Irony” post is likely a better example of commonalities 🙂
        (and, thanks for the plug 🙂 )

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        • mistermuse 3:06 pm on May 20, 2017 Permalink

          Enjoyed EBONY AND IRONY — especially the part about Kramer and Seinfeld. Overall, I thought the post was a bit too rambling — but when you’re “truly unplugged,” I can’t say you’re not being true to your name. In any case, my opinion is only a matter of taste — “each to our own,” as Kate put it — just as I know that the way I write isn’t everyone’s cup of tea (or cup of “T” as in “Twënig”).

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        • trulyunplugged 3:24 pm on May 20, 2017 Permalink

          Yes, Kramer reference was my fav part, too. And, you’re right, to each their own–I appreciate your candor 🙂 As for the “rambling” that is my fav brand of creative expression…I find it freeing and fun. It’s open-minded of you to read that which goes against your grain…which I’m sure gives you a richer appreciation for “your cup of tea” tastes 🙂

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        • calmkate 6:12 pm on May 20, 2017 Permalink

          hey now he might get it if he reads that post .. glad you could see it

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    • Madelyn Griffith-Haynie, MCC, SCAC 12:53 am on May 20, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      Well THAT was a highly amusing intro to a little piece of broadcast history – black and white, even. I’m not sure I ever saw this show, but it reminds me of What’s My Line, which I recall dimly and To Tell the Truth (which my father was on when I was a child — the other contestants were supposed to be him). TV has certainly changed quite a bit over the years, hasn’t it? Measured intellect has been replaced by reality brawn and fast pace car chases – in color!

      Since I am currently residing in Cincinnati myself, I guess I will be the beneficiary of those twënig extra years as well – but I’m not sure that’s such a pleasant proposition, given the direction we seem to be headed of late.

      Great post!
      (Madelyn Griffith-Haynie – ADDandSoMuchMORE dot com)
      ADD/EFD Coach Training Field founder; ADD Coaching co-founder
      “It takes a village to educate a world!”

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      • Madelyn Griffith-Haynie, MCC, SCAC 1:04 am on May 20, 2017 Permalink | Reply

        PS. Early this evening I was invited by a friend and colleague to my first Meetup (Boomer edition), where I spoke to a man who may well show up on your blog ere long. It came up during the obligatory “What do you do?” conversation. He teaches music history at the college level – not the classics, btw, popular music. My next question seemed at first a non-sequitur: “Do you blog?”

        I had hoped that perhaps I had run into the Muse himself. When the answer was no, I sent him your way.

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        • mistermuse 8:39 am on May 20, 2017 Permalink

          Thanks, Madelyn. I’m glad you didn’t run into me because bones break much more easily at my age. Hopefully he’ll identify himself if he shows up on my blog, otherwise we shall be as two ships that pass in the night without giving each other the time of day.

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        • Madelyn Griffith-Haynie, MCC, SCAC 10:25 am on May 20, 2017 Permalink

          ::groan:: — his lack of punning might have been a clue. 🙂

          If I go to another of their events and see him again I’ll make sure to tell him to let you know I said hello.

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    • Carmen 6:53 am on May 20, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      I can see why you’d think the guy was Mr. Muse. Was he brilliant and funny, too? 🙂

      Mr. Muse –
      1953 – the year of hubby’s birth! Also the year our house was built, which we purchased in 1978. A good year, to be sure.

      That film clip — wow! Have ads regressed, eh? I don’t know about you, but I often have no idea what product is being pushed with the ads on TV these days; they leave me wondering what was going on. .. I just shake my head. I mean, I still think of monkeys swinging on chandeliers when I see Red Rose tea. And remember, “Never – no never – put water in a Habitat soup!”
      Here in Canada, we watched ‘Front Page Challenge’ for years, which was obviously based on ‘Twenty Questions’.

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      • mistermuse 9:05 am on May 20, 2017 Permalink | Reply

        Good observation about the film clip and ads, Carmen. My wife and I feel likewise (“no idea what product is being pushed”) about some of the commercials on TV….but my reaction is to grab the remote, change channels and return to the program in a minute or two, which (for some reason) she doesn’t appreciate. Apparently she’s afraid I won’t get back in time, that that only happens about 9 times out of 10. 😦


        • Carmen 9:13 am on May 20, 2017 Permalink

          Oh, my. Are you related to my husband? 😉

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    • trulyunplugged 9:32 am on May 20, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      I love this post…just delightful…thanks for sharing 🙂

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    • Ricardo 9:39 am on May 20, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      Your research team is far vaster than mine, Sr. Muse

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    • Don Frankel 5:47 am on May 21, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      20 questions is an old parlor game that people would play before video games, TV and radio. It doesn’t translate well into a TV show but it obviously morphed into What”s My Line and To Tell the Truth.

      What I remember of old TV and this bears it out, is they had no idea what to put on the air most of the time.

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      • mistermuse 7:48 am on May 21, 2017 Permalink | Reply

        You’re right, Don — it is an old parlor game (dating back to the 1800s) and didn’t translate well into a TV show, as that clip makes evident….though the subsequent What’s My Line did a much better job along the same lines.


  • mistermuse 12:01 am on October 25, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , breweries, Carrie Nation, , Cincinnati, German immigrants, , , , Ohio River, , Rhine, , Wie schade! (What a pity!)   


    If the world comes to an end, I want to be in Cincinnati. Everything happens there ten years later. –attributed to Mark Twain, perhaps apocryphally

    As a native Cincinnatian who began this blog in Jan. 2009, I think it’s high time that I compose a post (com-post, for short?) about my home town….but do the math: ten years have yet to pass, so I’m actually more than three years ahead of “Cincinnati time” with this humorous (humus-rich?) travelblog.  Further more, it is my fondest hope that by the time I’ve finished de-composing this tour de farce, you will know every bit as much about Cincinnati as you do now (as, I hope, will I).

    Cincinnati, for the benefit of the geographically challenged, is located in Ohio on the Ohio, not to mention under the Ohio — on occasions like the Great Flood of  January-February 1937. I can bear witness to this, as I was 3 1/2 months old at the time and remember thinking the second-story-level deluge I found myself awash in was one bitch of an ice-cold bath/where the hell did my rubber ducky float off to (my language skills were rather advanced for my age).

    Incidentally, some so-called experts are skeptical that Mark Twain (like Yogi Berra a century later) said what he said, but I am not….skeptical, that is. I am mistermuse, and I say the above quote is just the kind of thing Twain might say after spending months working as a printer in Cincinnati from late 1856 to April 1857, printing news that happened in 1846-47. Imagine his shock after leaving Cincinnati for New Orleans on April 15, 1857 to find that the world had aged ten years in less than six months.

    But enough about me. It may interest you to know that Twain’s jaded opinion of Cincinnati was not shared by other famous personages of yesteryear. Here are just a few of the two examples I found who found Cincinnati to be the fairest of flowers in America’s bouquet:

    Cincinnati is a beautiful city; cheerful, thriving and animated. I have not often seen a place that commends itself so favourably and pleasantly to a stranger at the first glance as this does. –Charles Dickens, 1842

    The most beautiful inland city in America. -Winston Churchill, 1932

    You may be vondering vhy this post about Zinzinnati is so titled. Vell, after the town vas founded in the late 1700s and settled by Revolutionary Var veterans and pioneers, the first large influx of immigrants vas Germans. Reminded of their native Rhine Valley by the Ohio River Valley, the vord spread back to der homeland, bringing increasing numbers of Germans by der thousands. D. J. Kenny writes in ILLUSTRATED CINCINNATI:

    One has no sooner entered the districts of the city lying beyond Court Street, than he finds himself in another atmosphere — a foreign land. The people are Germans, their very gossip is German. They cook their food by German recipes, and sit long over their foaming beer, ever and again shaking it ’round their glass with that peculiar motion which none but a German can impart to the beverage he loves.

    To this day, that district is known as “Over-the-Rhine,” but sadly, a city vhich vas once second only to Milwaukee as the beer capital of America, gave up almost all its breweries (including The Burger Brewing Company, whose slogan vas Vas you efer in Zinzinnati?). To explain what happened, I quote Greg Noble and Lucy May in this except from their post titled Cincinnati’s rise and fall as a brewery town:

    Back in 1902, when Carrie Nation was busting up saloons with the swings of her ax during the temperance crusade, she arrived in Cincinnati determined to leave her mark in splintered bar tops and broken windows. But Carrie glanced up and down Vine Street, started counting the 136 saloons on that one street alone, and fled in retreat without taking one swing.. She later confessed that she “would have dropped from exhaustion” in the first block.

    That was the golden era of beer and breweries in Cincinnati. For decades before and after the turn of the 20th century, Cincinnati was one of the beer-drinkingest, beer-brewingest cities in America. Big local breweries established a rich, proud heritage — only to meet their demise in the 1960s, 70s and 80s. How did that happen?

    To use a baseball analogy, think of it as the Cardinals and Brewers spending so much on player salaries that the Reds couldn’t compete. The brewing giants — notably St. Louis’ Anheuser-Busch, Milwaukee’s Miller and others — out-spent, out-produced and out-marketed Cincinnati’s breweries and eventually overcame local brand loyalty.

    I could go on, but my eyes are out of focus from crying in my beer thinking about this. Wie schade!



    • Joseph Nebus 12:15 am on October 25, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      I was briefly in Cincinnati last year! My love and I were doing an amusement park tour and we took in Coney Island, and its semi-daughter park of Kings Island. Both great parks, but the most stunning thing was the giant pole of times that Coney Island was flooded. Again and again and again and again. You can understand why they gave up on having an amusement park there, and it’s amazing the amusement park regrew anyway.

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      • mistermuse 6:38 am on October 25, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        I have fond memories of the old Coney Island as a boy in the 1940s when the most fun way to get there was by the “Island Queen” steamboat (which exploded and burned in 1947) from the public landing in downtown Cincinnati, upriver (east) about ten miles to “The Most Beautiful All-Day Summer Resort in America” (so-called in an 1880s ad when it was known as OHIO GROVE – THE CONEY ISLAND OF THE WEST). Within a few years after the park opened in June 1886, the original name was dropped, and it was called simply CONEY ISLAND until Taft Broadcasting, its new owners, closed it in 1971 and opened Kings Island northeast of town in April 1972.

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        • Joseph Nebus 10:11 pm on October 25, 2015 Permalink

          I’ve heard of the steamboat, and when we visited we paid particular attention to visiting the lighthouse and entry gate from that point. It’s a pity that during the park’s closure the wooden roller coaster was torn down; that looks to have been a great ride. But then any wooden roller coaster is worth a ride.

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        • mistermuse 11:06 pm on October 25, 2015 Permalink

          Coney Island had at least two roller coasters when I was a boy: Wild Cat and the Shooting Star. At least one was wooden – maybe both, I don’t remember.

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        • Joseph Nebus 5:36 pm on October 27, 2015 Permalink

          The Roller Coaster Database record for Coney Island Cincinnati reports that both Wild Cat and Shooting Star were wooden roller coasters.

          Sadly they only have two pictures of Shooting Star, and none of Wild Cat. But Shooting Star looks great.

          Roller Coaster Database does list the steel Wild Mouse roller coaster as closing “1969 or earlier”. If you’ve got a reliable memory of riding, or at least seeing it, sometime in that decade you might be able to help them pin down its operations.

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      • mistermuse 8:20 pm on October 27, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        As luck would have it, the only CINCINNATI HISTORICAL SOCIETY BULLETIN I own (actually a 1/4 inch thick paperback book dated Summer 1971) contains an article titled “Coney Island: Say Goodbye” with many old photos including two of roller coasters (one unnamed). The unnamed coaster is shown in the 1937 flood and is probably either the Wild Cat or Shooting Star. The other photo is of “The Little Dipper roller coaster, predecessor of the famous Wild Cat and the Shooting Star.” Judging by how the ladies riding the coaster are dressed, I’m guessing the photo dates from the 1920s or early 1930s (before I was born).

        As I recall, the Wild Mouse was a smaller coaster for children and the less adventurous, which included me. After taking one ride on one of the two large coasters (I don’t recall which one), I vowed “never again” (though I wasn’t a big roller coaster fan to begin with, and I don’t think I rode the Wild Mouse more than once or twice).

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    • arekhill1 11:34 am on October 25, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Beer, Cincinnati and myself have a history together. Back in my college years, a friend and I hitchhiked out there to eat Thanksgiving dinner with his parents. Naturally we wanted to go out and party the night before the turkey, and the liquor laws of the state of Ohio, back when the liquor laws of states were a pastiche of interesting and sometimes conflicting requirements before they were replaced by today’s numbingly uniform drinking regulations, permitted drinkers between the ages of 18 and 21 to be served only “3.2” beer, so-called because that was the maximum percentage of alcohol it was permitted to contain. It was difficult to get drunk on the stuff, but we managed anyway.

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    • mistermuse 3:38 pm on October 25, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Well, I hope you guys didn’t prevail upon the turkey to be your designated driver, because after doing you and your friend that favor, it wouldn’t have been very nice to eat him the next day.

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    • Don Frankel 5:38 pm on October 25, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Vaz you d’are Charlie? Well you can answer that question in the affirmative as you vas. Next time I have a drink which should be after diner and not so long from now, I will drink to Cincinnati. I’m guessing that the City is named after Cincinnatus Roman General and Emperor.


    • mistermuse 8:59 pm on October 25, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      You’re right, Don, about the city being named after Cincinnatus. It was originally called Losantiville when first settled in 1788, but was renamed Cincinnati in 1790 by the governor of the Northwest Territory….or at least that’s what I hear, because I vaz not dere.

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    • restlessjo 2:08 am on October 26, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Nope, I’m not much wiser, but I was entertained and I guess that’s why you visit blogs. 🙂 I love the city’s name. It’s like a big sticky icing bun 🙂 I have a picture in my mind of a lift perched up on a cliff, but I bet that’s not Cincinnati, is it? Maybe Pittsburgh? Ah well- I tried!

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    • mistermuse 7:35 am on October 26, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      As it happens, you’ve come to the right place to ask about Cincinnati compared to Pittsburgh, because when I was about seven years old, my mom & dad moved to Pittsburgh, and fortunately, they remembered to take me along. We only stayed a year and a half, but I’ve been back several times. Both cities had several lifts (actually they’re called inclines), but Pittsburgh had the good sense to preserve a few of theirs, and they’re now beautifully restored tourist attractions and a real treat to ride, with beautiful views of the city. But the powers-that-be in Cincinnati had no such foresight, and the Mt. Adams Incline, the Price Hill Incline and several others are all gone, and all that remain are memories of them.

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    • Don Frankel 8:31 am on October 26, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Losantivlle eh. Seems then that the French got there first but then got kicked out as they did in a whole lot of places.

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      • mistermuse 3:57 pm on October 26, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        Don, it seems that the name Losantiville was pieced together in 1788 from 3 languages (Latin, Greek & French) by John Filson, who (in the process of surveying the land) was killed for his troubles by Shawnee warriors. As a history lover, you may be interested in the details:

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    • Mél@nie 10:37 am on October 26, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      vel, I vaz not dere eider… 🙂 and it’s not on my list… c’est grave, Docteur Muse?… 😉

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      btw, excellent post… 🙂

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    • mistermuse 4:15 pm on October 26, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Merci, Mel@nie….btw, please forgive my friend Don for his little dig at the French (above), but that leads me to wonder how sensitive are the French to the not-uncommon view of Americans that the French would rather make love than war (to put it politely)? Perhaps I should ask your forgiveness, as well, for broaching such a sensitive subject! 🙂

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      • Mél@nie 5:35 am on October 30, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        forgiveness granted, Sir! 🙂 à propos, I do confirm about the French who don’t “practice” that fake(hypocrite!) Anglo-Saxon “puritanism”… 😉

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        I’ve been used to the Americans’ French-bashing for years… 🙂 do you remember “freedom fries” instead of “French fries” after the French Gov refused to join the US & “the coalition of shame” to invade and to occupy Iraq – ILLEGALLY?!… they opened Pandora’s box and 12 years later, over 150 000 dead civilians, the whole Middle East has turned into a general chaos… 😦 thanks to the infernal trio: wbush, cheney & rumsfeld(NO capitals!) who lied to the American people about the wmd, etc… saying they didn’t give a damn(I also put it politely!) on France and Germany which are just “old Europe”?!… hellooo!!! their ancestors came to America from… Africa or Australia?!… – rhetorical question, of course! 😉

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    • Don Frankel 5:09 pm on October 28, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Pardonnez moi Mel@nie. Pardonnez moi. I don’t mean to slight the French. They were among the earliest of European settlers that came to America.

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    • mitchteemley 5:14 pm on November 11, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      I’m not a native, but I live in Cincinnati now. And the breweries are making a roaring come-back, btw; it’s the fastest growing craft beer region in the country!

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      • Madelyn Griffith-Haynie, MCC, SCAC 12:04 am on April 20, 2017 Permalink | Reply

        Are you still in Cincinnati, Mitch? If so, where? I am officially in an area called Coreyville (just over the line), having moved “down the street” from the official Gaslight District. I did know the craft beer reputation, but I never learned to like beer, so the many types available at the Cheers Bar down the street (where everybody knows my dog’s name!) are totally wasted on me.

        How about you, Muse? My part of Cincinnati had flash flood warnings, but other than a lot of noise and great deal of water, we didn’t get the torrential downpour you described on the post I just read.
        (Madelyn Griffith-Haynie – ADDandSoMuchMORE dot com)
        ADD Coach Training Field founder; ADD Coaching co-founder
        “It takes a village to transform a world!”

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        • mistermuse 11:49 pm on April 20, 2017 Permalink

          I live outside the city, but have a Cincinnati zip code. According to an article a few days ago in the Cincinnati Enquirer, the Metropolitan Sewer District called it a 50- to 100-year rain event, but apparently some areas got a lot more than others.


    • mistermuse 5:43 pm on November 11, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Periodically I see an article in the paper about a new micro-brewery or craft beer business, but I didn’t know “it’s the fastest growing craft beer region in the country!” I suppose I haven’t paid a lot of attention because I’m not the beer drinker I used to be, but I appreciate the information/comment.

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  • mistermuse 5:01 pm on November 7, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Cincinnati, , , music history. WLW radio, Una Mae Carlisle   


    If you answered “yes” to the title question, this is not for you. This is going to be a post I’ll write almost entirely for my own enjoyment, about a musical artist you’ve never heard of, whose era and style have been out of fashion since the day she died on this date in 1956. But I love the music and I love the artist and it’s my blog, so there!

    The artist in question is Una Mae Carlisle (12/26/15 – 11/7/56), a local (Cincinnati) area gal born in nearby Xenia, Ohio, who played as a pianist in Cincinnati while still a youngster. As it happens, Fats Waller, who was the staff pianist/organist at radio station WLW in Cincinnati in the early 1930s, was in New York to make records, concluding with a session with Billy Banks Rhythmakers on July 26, 1932. Fats’ son, Maurice, picks up the story from there in his bio titled simply FATS WALLER:

    In Dad’s last recording session before coming [back] to Cincinnati, Una Mae Carlisle had done the vocals on “Mean Old Bed Bug Blues.” Una Mae, an exceptionally gifted pianist, was in New York during her summer vacation when she cut that record. I don’t know why she was picked to sing if she was a pianist, but she must have made a lasting impression on my father, because he remembered her in December [when he invited her to Cincinnati to perform with him on radio].

    My own speculation is that Fats already knew, or at least knew of, Una Mae, and was instrumental in getting her the “Mean Old Bedbug Blues” gig, on which Fats was the pianist and Una Mae shared the vocals with Billy Banks. Fats, after all, had been the organist in 1931-32 on “Moon River,” a popular radio program on Cincinnati’s WLW (not WWL, as Maurice erroneously states in his book). How else could an unknown 16 year old Ohio high school girl on vacation in NYC have gotten such a gig? Whatever the case, here is that recording (Billy Banks takes the first chorus, Una Mae the second):

    Continuing from son Maurice Waller’s book: Una Mae lived with her family in Xenia, Ohio. Dad knew that she was still attending school, so he waited until Christmas vacation to invite her to Cincinnati to appear on his holiday-week shows. Her parents were reluctant to let her go, but eventually they gave in. In short order Una Mae became Dad’s shadow. Everywhere he was, she was close behind. Pop taught her to drink and stay up late and party. Their relationship soon went far beyond the protege-master level.

    You’ll have to buy the book to learn how that turned out. Suffice it for my purposes to close with an audio of an Una Mae/Fats duet, followed by a video of Una solo:

    • Sing Better English 5:20 pm on November 7, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Thank you for posting this.

      I had never heard of Una Mae but I’ve just been sending links to her on YouTube for a couple of young jazz vocalists in France and Spain. I think they’ll find her inspiring. It’s strange the way that talented people get forgotten. Maybe you’ve just thrown a pebble into the pool and the ripples will mean that she’ll get the attention she deserves.


      • mistermuse 7:30 pm on November 7, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        I hope you’re right, S.B.E. – and there are many other now-obscure but great vocalists and musicians from jazz’s golden age. Maybe I’ll spotlight others from time to time.
        Thanks for commenting.

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    • ladysighs 5:37 pm on November 7, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Definitely didn’t hear me saying NO! Would have missed the chance to hear ‘mean old bed bug blues’. 🙂
      Enjoyed all the videos. Thanks!


    • mistermuse 7:15 pm on November 7, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Ya gotta love MEAN OLD BEDBUG BLUES – even the bedbugs are probably jumping out of bed to swing to that one !

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    • scifihammy 1:45 am on November 8, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      What a treat 🙂 My Dad played jazz 🙂


      • mistermuse 7:42 am on November 8, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        So glad you enjoyed it. If you’d like to talk about your dad’s jazz playing days in detail, I’d be most interested in reading it.

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    • arekhill1 11:17 am on November 8, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      worth just knowing the name of that particular number


    • mistermuse 3:24 pm on November 8, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      ….and then there’s the one about the two bedbugs who met in a mattress. They got married in the spring.


    • Don Frankel 5:28 am on November 10, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      I never heard of her till now Muse. That’s why you’re here.


    • mistermuse 10:11 am on November 10, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      My wife says the same thing, Don. It’s good to be loved.


    • Thom Hickey 8:40 am on December 26, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Thanks – very interesting. Regards Thom.


    • mistermuse 9:26 am on December 26, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      They truly “don’t make ’em like that anymore” – and more’s the pity. Thanks, Thom.


  • mistermuse 10:15 am on July 18, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Cincinnati, contemporary culture, Einstein, Findlay Market,   


    To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
    Home again, home again, jiggety-jig.
    –Nursery rhyme

    I suspect that every large city in America has at least one public market, which is similiar to a farmers market, but on a larger scale and in a permanent structure, open year-round. Here in Cincinnati, we have the oldest public market in Ohio, the venerable Findlay Market located in Over-the-Rhine, an area north of downtown which was once home to one of the largest German immigrant populations in the country before falling over time into inner-city blight. Here’s a look:


    Today, the area is making a comeback, and gentrification (a progressive or derogatory term, depending on your point of view) is in the air, creeping ever-northward from downtown as real estate investors, entrepreneurs and residence-seekers buy and renovate century-plus old buildings, increasing property values. It’s an oft-repeated story — low-income tenants are no longer able to afford higher rents, and the demographic shift accelerates as the poor are squeezed out.

    Change, of course, is inevitable. I recognize that. As a lover of “old stuff,” I don’t like change just for the sake of change, but I accept that change is going to happen — it’s how and to what degree change is managed that determines for better or worse. The extremes are often completely unrealistic or supremely shallow — witness the Tea Party’s ideological fixation with an idealized ante-bellum America,  and contemporary culture’s superficial noise: “sound and fury, signifying nothing.”

    Where is the humanity in all-or-nothing? Albert Einstein said, “Only a life lived for others is a life worthwhile.” I’m not that altruistic, but I figure his words should be at least half the equation.


    • arekhill1 2:54 pm on July 19, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      We in San Diego don’t have a centralized farmer’s market as you describe, Sr. Muse, although I am familiar with the concept…my native Philly has two and the Lancaster Farmers Market, in the heart of Amish country, a place I have been to many times, is a fantastic source of calories for the locals. Here, though, we have many smaller ones, all open air because of our fabulous weather. We prefer swap meets to farmer’s markets on the Left Coast, and have a huge central and several satellite ones in San Diego, all in accordance with the California principle that all the best things in life, buying, selling, reproducing, etc., happen in parking lots.


    • mistermuse 7:45 pm on July 19, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      I’ve never been to San Diego, but it certainly sounds like a swinging – or should I say, parking – place. I actually lived in a suburb of Philly when I was 6-7 years old – too young to remember much, so I don’t know about the markets. That leaves Lancaster and Amish country, which I have been to a few times & enjoyed (& indulged my one-time hobby of photographing the many covered bridges which graced the countryside back then).
      Now you’ve got me all nostalgic, Ricardo, which there probably isn’t much of a market for, so I’ll close.


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