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Monday, February 26, 2007
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Biography Podcast 0021: Feel the Love! It's St. Valentine
Happy Valentines Day! Please accept my apologies for the choppy presentation today - it's what happens when you record late on little sleep! I still hope you enjoy our episode on St. Valentine though!
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The origin of St. Valentine, and how many St. Valentines there were, remains a mystery. One opinion is that he was a Roman martyred for refusing to give up his Christian faith. Other historians hold that St. Valentine was a temple priest jailed for defiance during the reign of Claudius. This we do know, that whoever he was, Valentine really existed because archaeologists have unearthed a Roman catacomb and an ancient church dedicated to Saint Valentine. In 496 AD Pope Gelasius marked February 14th as a celebration in honor of his martyrdom.
Though his birth date and birthplace are unknown, there is a woodcut portrait of Valentinus, and aside of it text states that Valentinus was a Roman priest martyred during the reign of Claudius the Goth [Claudius II]. Since he was caught marrying Christian couples and aiding any Christians who were being persecuted under Emperor Claudius in Rome [when helping them was considered a crime], Valentinus was arrested and imprisoned. Interestingly, Claudius is said to have taken a liking to this prisoner (much like King Herod took a liking to John the Baptist) -- until Valentinus made a strategic error: he tried to convert the Emperor -- whereupon this priest was condemned to death.
While in jail, allegedly Valentinus did not rest, in fact, being in jail or dead is no excuse for non-performance of the supernatural by a potential future Saint. Accordingly, one legend says, while awaiting his execution, Valentinus restored the sight of his jailer's blind daughter. Another legend says, on the eve of his death, he penned a farewell note to the jailer's daughter, signing it, "From your Valentine." Of course, that would be odd considering his name was Valentinus, but I will say that it was a legend.
The Legenda Aurea does not contain anything about hearts and last notes signed "from your Valentine", as is sometimes suggested in modern works of sentimental piety [1]. Many of the current legends surrounding them appear in the late Middle Ages in France and England, when the feast day of February 14 became associated with romantic love.
A Little bit about Valentine's Day
In ancient Rome, February was the official beginning of spring and was considered a time for purification. Houses were ritually cleansed by sweeping them out and then sprinkling salt and a type of wheat called spelt throughout their interiors. Lupercalia, which began at the ides of February, February 15, was a fertility festival dedicated to Faunus, the Roman god of agriculture, as well as to the Roman founders Romulus and Remus.
In Great Britain, Valentine's Day began to be popularly celebrated around the seventeenth century. By the middle of the eighteenth century, it was common for friends and lovers in all social classes to exchange small tokens of affection or handwritten notes. By the end of the century, printed cards began to replace written letters due to improvements in printing technology. Ready-made cards were an easy way for people to express their emotions in a time when direct expression of one's feelings was discouraged. Cheaper postage rates also contributed to an increase in the popularity of sending Valentine's Day greetings. Americans probably began exchanging hand-made valentines in the early 1700s. In the 1840s, Esther A. Howland began to sell the first mass-produced valentines in America.
According to the Greeting Card Association, an estimated one billion valentine cards are sent each year, making Valentine's Day the second largest card-sending holiday of the year. (An estimated 2.6 billion cards are sent for Christmas.) Approximately 85 percent of all valentines are purchased by women. In addition to the United States, Valentine's Day is celebrated in Canada, Mexico, the United Kingdom, France, and Australia.
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The origin of St. Valentine, and how many St. Valentines there were, remains a mystery. One opinion is that he was a Roman martyred for refusing to give up his Christian faith. Other historians hold that St. Valentine was a temple priest jailed for defiance during the reign of Claudius. This we do know, that whoever he was, Valentine really existed because archaeologists have unearthed a Roman catacomb and an ancient church dedicated to Saint Valentine. In 496 AD Pope Gelasius marked February 14th as a celebration in honor of his martyrdom.
Though his birth date and birthplace are unknown, there is a woodcut portrait of Valentinus, and aside of it text states that Valentinus was a Roman priest martyred during the reign of Claudius the Goth [Claudius II]. Since he was caught marrying Christian couples and aiding any Christians who were being persecuted under Emperor Claudius in Rome [when helping them was considered a crime], Valentinus was arrested and imprisoned. Interestingly, Claudius is said to have taken a liking to this prisoner (much like King Herod took a liking to John the Baptist) -- until Valentinus made a strategic error: he tried to convert the Emperor -- whereupon this priest was condemned to death.
While in jail, allegedly Valentinus did not rest, in fact, being in jail or dead is no excuse for non-performance of the supernatural by a potential future Saint. Accordingly, one legend says, while awaiting his execution, Valentinus restored the sight of his jailer's blind daughter. Another legend says, on the eve of his death, he penned a farewell note to the jailer's daughter, signing it, "From your Valentine." Of course, that would be odd considering his name was Valentinus, but I will say that it was a legend.
The Legenda Aurea does not contain anything about hearts and last notes signed "from your Valentine", as is sometimes suggested in modern works of sentimental piety [1]. Many of the current legends surrounding them appear in the late Middle Ages in France and England, when the feast day of February 14 became associated with romantic love.
A Little bit about Valentine's Day
In ancient Rome, February was the official beginning of spring and was considered a time for purification. Houses were ritually cleansed by sweeping them out and then sprinkling salt and a type of wheat called spelt throughout their interiors. Lupercalia, which began at the ides of February, February 15, was a fertility festival dedicated to Faunus, the Roman god of agriculture, as well as to the Roman founders Romulus and Remus.
In Great Britain, Valentine's Day began to be popularly celebrated around the seventeenth century. By the middle of the eighteenth century, it was common for friends and lovers in all social classes to exchange small tokens of affection or handwritten notes. By the end of the century, printed cards began to replace written letters due to improvements in printing technology. Ready-made cards were an easy way for people to express their emotions in a time when direct expression of one's feelings was discouraged. Cheaper postage rates also contributed to an increase in the popularity of sending Valentine's Day greetings. Americans probably began exchanging hand-made valentines in the early 1700s. In the 1840s, Esther A. Howland began to sell the first mass-produced valentines in America.
According to the Greeting Card Association, an estimated one billion valentine cards are sent each year, making Valentine's Day the second largest card-sending holiday of the year. (An estimated 2.6 billion cards are sent for Christmas.) Approximately 85 percent of all valentines are purchased by women. In addition to the United States, Valentine's Day is celebrated in Canada, Mexico, the United Kingdom, France, and Australia.
Monday, February 12, 2007
Biography Podcast: Valentines Day Call In!
Hey there! Send us a message for someone you love - keep it family friendly - and we'll play it for you. Nothing says love like a shout out from the Biography podcast!
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Sunday, February 11, 2007
Biography Podcast 0020: Repost - Domenico Zannini
Hello, and thanks for joining us here in the Biography Podcast. This special episode is dedicated to a Rhode Islander of some merit, Domenico Zannini. I hope you enjoy his story.
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Domenico Zannini was born the third and youngest child of two Italian immigrant parents, Luigi Zannini and ??? Nicoletti, on February 11, 1917 in Providence, Rhode Island. Dom or Dominic as he was called by many, did not have much money - or much luck early in his life. Besides being born youngest in his family, Dom grew up in the roaring 20s in Providence, then a stronghold of the Irish who had come over before the Italians. Being Italian in Irish Providence was no easy task as it made it difficult for Luigi to get work, and it made it difficult for Dom - or as he was to become known to his closest friends "Pee Wee" - and his older brother and sister Al and Betty to get by on the streets. And thus was born the fighter. And while it was tough, it prepared young Domenico for what was to come.
From all accounts, Dom was a gregarious and fun loving child, and he was always into some mischief. But soon much of Dom's fun and his innocence would be stripped away. While Dom was still young, Luigi passed away leaving his mother, sister and brother to fend for themselves. Not one to quit, Dom's mother remarried, and again Domenico had a male father figure - but then, just as the country was entering the great depression tragedy again struck when Dom's mother was suddenly taken away from him leaving him to live with his step father and his new wife. Shortly thereafter, Dom's sister Betty - they oldest of the Zannini's, was married and she took in both Dom and his older brother Al.
There aren't many accounts of depression era Providence in the Zannini family from Dom's side other than it was a struggle. Still, Domenico lived and laughed. He loved music and as a child sang in at least one Parrish choir. Educationally, he pushed on and even went to the 10th grade in high school before needing to leave and get a job to help support the family. There is one or two accounts by Pee Wee of even being used as a football for some games at the school, probably because while in high school he hadn't even reached 5 foot tall! But, what Dom lacked in height he made up for in fight and intelligence.
Once out of school Domenico worked in the grocery stores at first. Back in the 30s the grocery store (in his case the A&P) was a vastly different environment from today's big super stores. Then, it was all service. Dom started the way everyone started, by pushing a broom, but had soon worked his way up to providing service to customers as they came into the store. Dom would take the customer's order, run back into the store and fill the order, then come up front again, tally the amount and collect payment. Soon the exercise of writing down the prices of all the goods was purely for the sake of the customer because Dom was so good at math that he could add up the items as fast as he would get them. A talent that never left him even when he was older as he would visit his son where he worked as a cashier in a grocery store and add up the items on the belt at the register, total and then apply the appropriate tax (and it varied - not all items were taxed!) and give the number to his son by the time it would be totaled in the register.
Dom wasn't only good with numbers though and as soon as he was old enough he took to the pugilistic arts. While never gifted enough to be a great, his ability to fight served him well in the rough and tumble streets of Providence as well as in the ring - and it served him well as a soldier in the Big war, WW II. Domenico also worked in several of the Roosevelt administration programs including the CCCs , and while in that service contributed to the building of Beach Pond - a place that later in life was frequented by himself, his wife and his children.
As soon as the US announced that they were at war, Domenico went to volunteer and help Uncle Sam fight back the Axis powers. Zannini wanted to join the Navy, but at 5' 2" and barely 130 lbs soaking wet he didn't meet the minimum requirements so off he went to the Army office and signed up. Soon he would be off seeing parts of the world that the Italian kid from the mean streets of Providence could have never dreamed of.
After going through boot camp in the south (an experience that he never forgot) Domenico was shipped into the Pacific theater to fight the Japanese. His first assignment was on the island nation of Australia, which was also a place that he never forgot or grew tired of telling stories about. Until the day he died he always carried a small wallet from Australia in his pocket where he kept a picture of his wife and first son. In Australia, Dom the party animal legend was born. While he was down under Dom hooked up with guys that were to become life long friends: Tony Pelegrini, Tarquinio "Turk" Pambianchi, Al "the rug merchant" Acid and Joe Campenella. Like all men of their generation, very little was said about the war - but oh did the boys talk about the R&R. Pee Wee as he was then and forever known to his buddies from the war, always had liked two things: women and drinking. It was a pretty close race for which was number one or number two. While out on R&R, the boys decided to have a test of nerve and skill, while they were pretty much wasted. The bet? That Dom couldn't dive off the second floor balcony of the hotel into the swimming pool. Well, as it turned out, Pee wee was one hell of a diver and he took the bet. What he didn't know was that the pool was partially drained. What he did know after the dive - and a rather sudden stop - was that his nose was broken AGAIN. Luckily (especially for me, otherwise I wouldn't be here) that was the only injury and Dom collected on the bet. It was also the last time he dove off a second floor balcony into a pool.
Later in the campaign Dom's unit was transferred from Australia to the Philippines . It was this journey that was the most harrowing of his life. Shortly after departure the ship he was in, which luckily for him was a converted merchant ship and not a navel vessel, was tracked buy a submarine. For days the crew and the passengers sweated it out constantly vigilant for the tell tale signs of the submarine's impending attack. Then, suddenly, the sub was gone and the tension lifted - but even with that, the ship was always on the alert until their arrival. It was while in the Philippines that Dom was injured and not in any glorious fighting, but during a troop movement. A simple march, someone lost their footing and suddenly Domenico found himself in the hospital with knee problem. After a fairly quick recovery, Dominic found himself back on duty in time to celebrate Victory over Japan (or VJ day) before wrapping his military career and returning to the states.
When he returned Domenico found a good job in the famous and burgeoning Providence jewelry industry. He worked hard all day and he partied hard all night - especially out on the dance floors and ballrooms of 1940's Rhode Island. It was there that Domenic - a graceful and skillful dancer met another dancer, but one that stole his heart, the young, vivacious and striking Italian beauty Amelia Urciouli. Oddly, she had no such idea in her mind! However, being the fighter and never being one that took no for an answer, Domenic continued his pursuit until one day Amelia finally caught him - and on September 27, 1947 they were married.
After marriage, life settled into fairly normal patterns for Dom and Molly (as Amelia is known). They found their own apartment and had their first child, a son named Louis after Dom's father Luigi, in April of 1950. Five years later, and after several misses, they had their daughter named Elise (after Molly's mother Elisa) in November of 1955. In 1959 Dom and Molly fulfilled a life long dream and they moved out into the Providence suburbs and bought a home in Coventry, RI. A year later their second son and last child Phillip (who was apparently not named after anyone) was born in October of 1960. In the mid 60s Domenico left the volatility of the Providence jewelry and cutlery industry for a position in Davisville, RI working on the maintenance of Navy planes in the famous home of the See Bees. In 1974, Domenic's knees finally caught up with him and he was forced to retire on 100% medical disability from the Army. But where retirement is the end of the road for many, it was the start of the road for Dom and Molly.
Suddenly with time on his hands, Dom pursued two passions. 1. Golf. 2. Serving the needs of others. And he pursued them both with a vigor seldom seen. In relatively little time Domenico became Grand Knight in the Knights of Columbus, President of the Rhode Island chapter of the Disabled Veterans of America and of the AARP. His tireless and selfless giving of himself made him friends wherever he went. Both he and Molly served in meals on wheels (and got their 16 year old son to go with them by promising to let him drive the family car). He recieved countless citations from the DAV, the K of C and the Town of Coventry for ceaseless service to the community. But, of all the things he did, the one that the kids in the family enjoyed the most was his running the dough-boy booth (fried dough) at the local church carnival ever year.
In the late 70's and early 80's a lot was happening in the Zannini household. Unfortunately, some of it wasn't that good as Dom suffered a series of heart attacks. Still, even after the heart attacks, his golf game got better (though he was shorter off the tee) and some exciting things were happening too.
In 1978 his baby girl Elise got married. In 1979 Dom saw his first grandson (from his daughter Elise) born. A few short years later in 1982, Domenic along with Molly got to see one of their dreams fulfilled when their youngest child Phillip graduated with a college degree. It was the first time to the best of their knowledge that a complete generation of children were able to complete higher education. A few years later in 1985, his oldest son Lou was married. In 1992 Dom and Molly also saw another dream fulfilled when Phillip and Shanna were married on their 45th anniversary, September 27. That year in December, for the first and only time, the entire family gathered at Dom and Molly's home to celebrate Christmas with all of the children, their spouses and their grand-children.
On March 23, 1993 Dom and Molly ate a quiet dinner. After dinner, as was his habit, Dom did the dishes and made coffee for his wife of 45 years. After coffee, Dom passed away quietly as a final heart attack took his life after he had fallen asleep in his favorite chair.
Domenico Zannini was never a rich man in terms of money, but he died a man of great wealth. He was a man of great character, kindness and compassion - and at the same time he was a man's man, a fighter and a mischief maker of the first order. He left behind him a legacy far greater than his humble and tragic beginnings might have offered. He was a leader not just in words, but actions. He made sure his children accomplished something he never had the opportunity to accomplish. He was a loving husband, a loyal and fierce friend. Anyone who ever met him never forgot him. In fact, until the day he died he never had to pay on the family bet that no matter where he went, he would know someone. And that wasn't just in the local environment - it included travel across country, to Vegas, Florida, San Francsico and Hawaii. No matter where he went, someone always knew, remembered and greeted Domincio Zannini - the little man with the big heart.
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Domenico Zannini was born the third and youngest child of two Italian immigrant parents, Luigi Zannini and ??? Nicoletti, on February 11, 1917 in Providence, Rhode Island. Dom or Dominic as he was called by many, did not have much money - or much luck early in his life. Besides being born youngest in his family, Dom grew up in the roaring 20s in Providence, then a stronghold of the Irish who had come over before the Italians. Being Italian in Irish Providence was no easy task as it made it difficult for Luigi to get work, and it made it difficult for Dom - or as he was to become known to his closest friends "Pee Wee" - and his older brother and sister Al and Betty to get by on the streets. And thus was born the fighter. And while it was tough, it prepared young Domenico for what was to come.
From all accounts, Dom was a gregarious and fun loving child, and he was always into some mischief. But soon much of Dom's fun and his innocence would be stripped away. While Dom was still young, Luigi passed away leaving his mother, sister and brother to fend for themselves. Not one to quit, Dom's mother remarried, and again Domenico had a male father figure - but then, just as the country was entering the great depression tragedy again struck when Dom's mother was suddenly taken away from him leaving him to live with his step father and his new wife. Shortly thereafter, Dom's sister Betty - they oldest of the Zannini's, was married and she took in both Dom and his older brother Al.
There aren't many accounts of depression era Providence in the Zannini family from Dom's side other than it was a struggle. Still, Domenico lived and laughed. He loved music and as a child sang in at least one Parrish choir. Educationally, he pushed on and even went to the 10th grade in high school before needing to leave and get a job to help support the family. There is one or two accounts by Pee Wee of even being used as a football for some games at the school, probably because while in high school he hadn't even reached 5 foot tall! But, what Dom lacked in height he made up for in fight and intelligence.
Once out of school Domenico worked in the grocery stores at first. Back in the 30s the grocery store (in his case the A&P) was a vastly different environment from today's big super stores. Then, it was all service. Dom started the way everyone started, by pushing a broom, but had soon worked his way up to providing service to customers as they came into the store. Dom would take the customer's order, run back into the store and fill the order, then come up front again, tally the amount and collect payment. Soon the exercise of writing down the prices of all the goods was purely for the sake of the customer because Dom was so good at math that he could add up the items as fast as he would get them. A talent that never left him even when he was older as he would visit his son where he worked as a cashier in a grocery store and add up the items on the belt at the register, total and then apply the appropriate tax (and it varied - not all items were taxed!) and give the number to his son by the time it would be totaled in the register.
Dom wasn't only good with numbers though and as soon as he was old enough he took to the pugilistic arts. While never gifted enough to be a great, his ability to fight served him well in the rough and tumble streets of Providence as well as in the ring - and it served him well as a soldier in the Big war, WW II. Domenico also worked in several of the Roosevelt administration programs including the CCCs , and while in that service contributed to the building of Beach Pond - a place that later in life was frequented by himself, his wife and his children.
As soon as the US announced that they were at war, Domenico went to volunteer and help Uncle Sam fight back the Axis powers. Zannini wanted to join the Navy, but at 5' 2" and barely 130 lbs soaking wet he didn't meet the minimum requirements so off he went to the Army office and signed up. Soon he would be off seeing parts of the world that the Italian kid from the mean streets of Providence could have never dreamed of.
After going through boot camp in the south (an experience that he never forgot) Domenico was shipped into the Pacific theater to fight the Japanese. His first assignment was on the island nation of Australia, which was also a place that he never forgot or grew tired of telling stories about. Until the day he died he always carried a small wallet from Australia in his pocket where he kept a picture of his wife and first son. In Australia, Dom the party animal legend was born. While he was down under Dom hooked up with guys that were to become life long friends: Tony Pelegrini, Tarquinio "Turk" Pambianchi, Al "the rug merchant" Acid and Joe Campenella. Like all men of their generation, very little was said about the war - but oh did the boys talk about the R&R. Pee Wee as he was then and forever known to his buddies from the war, always had liked two things: women and drinking. It was a pretty close race for which was number one or number two. While out on R&R, the boys decided to have a test of nerve and skill, while they were pretty much wasted. The bet? That Dom couldn't dive off the second floor balcony of the hotel into the swimming pool. Well, as it turned out, Pee wee was one hell of a diver and he took the bet. What he didn't know was that the pool was partially drained. What he did know after the dive - and a rather sudden stop - was that his nose was broken AGAIN. Luckily (especially for me, otherwise I wouldn't be here) that was the only injury and Dom collected on the bet. It was also the last time he dove off a second floor balcony into a pool.
Later in the campaign Dom's unit was transferred from Australia to the Philippines . It was this journey that was the most harrowing of his life. Shortly after departure the ship he was in, which luckily for him was a converted merchant ship and not a navel vessel, was tracked buy a submarine. For days the crew and the passengers sweated it out constantly vigilant for the tell tale signs of the submarine's impending attack. Then, suddenly, the sub was gone and the tension lifted - but even with that, the ship was always on the alert until their arrival. It was while in the Philippines that Dom was injured and not in any glorious fighting, but during a troop movement. A simple march, someone lost their footing and suddenly Domenico found himself in the hospital with knee problem. After a fairly quick recovery, Dominic found himself back on duty in time to celebrate Victory over Japan (or VJ day) before wrapping his military career and returning to the states.
When he returned Domenico found a good job in the famous and burgeoning Providence jewelry industry. He worked hard all day and he partied hard all night - especially out on the dance floors and ballrooms of 1940's Rhode Island. It was there that Domenic - a graceful and skillful dancer met another dancer, but one that stole his heart, the young, vivacious and striking Italian beauty Amelia Urciouli. Oddly, she had no such idea in her mind! However, being the fighter and never being one that took no for an answer, Domenic continued his pursuit until one day Amelia finally caught him - and on September 27, 1947 they were married.
After marriage, life settled into fairly normal patterns for Dom and Molly (as Amelia is known). They found their own apartment and had their first child, a son named Louis after Dom's father Luigi, in April of 1950. Five years later, and after several misses, they had their daughter named Elise (after Molly's mother Elisa) in November of 1955. In 1959 Dom and Molly fulfilled a life long dream and they moved out into the Providence suburbs and bought a home in Coventry, RI. A year later their second son and last child Phillip (who was apparently not named after anyone) was born in October of 1960. In the mid 60s Domenico left the volatility of the Providence jewelry and cutlery industry for a position in Davisville, RI working on the maintenance of Navy planes in the famous home of the See Bees. In 1974, Domenic's knees finally caught up with him and he was forced to retire on 100% medical disability from the Army. But where retirement is the end of the road for many, it was the start of the road for Dom and Molly.
Suddenly with time on his hands, Dom pursued two passions. 1. Golf. 2. Serving the needs of others. And he pursued them both with a vigor seldom seen. In relatively little time Domenico became Grand Knight in the Knights of Columbus, President of the Rhode Island chapter of the Disabled Veterans of America and of the AARP. His tireless and selfless giving of himself made him friends wherever he went. Both he and Molly served in meals on wheels (and got their 16 year old son to go with them by promising to let him drive the family car). He recieved countless citations from the DAV, the K of C and the Town of Coventry for ceaseless service to the community. But, of all the things he did, the one that the kids in the family enjoyed the most was his running the dough-boy booth (fried dough) at the local church carnival ever year.
In the late 70's and early 80's a lot was happening in the Zannini household. Unfortunately, some of it wasn't that good as Dom suffered a series of heart attacks. Still, even after the heart attacks, his golf game got better (though he was shorter off the tee) and some exciting things were happening too.
In 1978 his baby girl Elise got married. In 1979 Dom saw his first grandson (from his daughter Elise) born. A few short years later in 1982, Domenic along with Molly got to see one of their dreams fulfilled when their youngest child Phillip graduated with a college degree. It was the first time to the best of their knowledge that a complete generation of children were able to complete higher education. A few years later in 1985, his oldest son Lou was married. In 1992 Dom and Molly also saw another dream fulfilled when Phillip and Shanna were married on their 45th anniversary, September 27. That year in December, for the first and only time, the entire family gathered at Dom and Molly's home to celebrate Christmas with all of the children, their spouses and their grand-children.
On March 23, 1993 Dom and Molly ate a quiet dinner. After dinner, as was his habit, Dom did the dishes and made coffee for his wife of 45 years. After coffee, Dom passed away quietly as a final heart attack took his life after he had fallen asleep in his favorite chair.
Domenico Zannini was never a rich man in terms of money, but he died a man of great wealth. He was a man of great character, kindness and compassion - and at the same time he was a man's man, a fighter and a mischief maker of the first order. He left behind him a legacy far greater than his humble and tragic beginnings might have offered. He was a leader not just in words, but actions. He made sure his children accomplished something he never had the opportunity to accomplish. He was a loving husband, a loyal and fierce friend. Anyone who ever met him never forgot him. In fact, until the day he died he never had to pay on the family bet that no matter where he went, he would know someone. And that wasn't just in the local environment - it included travel across country, to Vegas, Florida, San Francsico and Hawaii. No matter where he went, someone always knew, remembered and greeted Domincio Zannini - the little man with the big heart.
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Friday, February 02, 2007
Biography Podcast 0019: Norton I - Emperor of the United States and Protector of Mexico
Welcome to the second episode of the new year, and our first real local character. I apologize for the delay, but I think you'll find it worth the wait. And, Sorry ladies, it's another guy but I'm sure you'll still enjoy our presentation of Joshua Norton - Emperor of the United States.
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Emperor Norton I
Joshua Abraham Norton (ca. 1815 – January 8, 1880), also known as His Imperial Majesty Emperor Norton I, was a celebrated citizen of San Francisco who proclaimed himself "Emperor of these United States and Protector of Mexico" in 1859. Though he was generally considered insane, or at least highly eccentric, the citizens of San Francisco in the mid-to-late 19th century celebrated his presence, his humor, and his deeds. He continues to be a patron saint of the unusual, and of eccentrics, as he is mentioned as a Saint in the Principia Discordia (1970), the seminal main text of the Discordian religion.
The self-declared "Norton I, Emperor of the United States and Protector of Mexico," Joshua Abraham Norton was one of the most picturesque figures in California history. Norton was born in 1818 or 1819 in London, England, but was taken almost immediately to South Africa, where his parents had decided to move to seek their fortune. In 1849, having failed in business ventures in South Africa, the already psychologically unstable Norton moved to San Francisco, one of the thousands who rushed there hoping to strike it rich.
Norton soon became a commodities merchant, and for several years achieved a large measure of financial success -- enough to be invited to join the elite San Francisco Vigilance Committee. But in 1853 his failed effort to corner the local rice market put him into bankruptcy. And his bankruptcy, in turn, seems to have driven him insane. Six years later, in 1858, he announced that:
At the peremptory request and desire of a large majority of the citizens of the United States, I, Joshua Norton, declare and proclaim myself Emperor of these United States.
It was published the following day, on the front page, under the headline; "An Emperor among us?
It is not known how the good citizens of San Francisco initially felt about their new monarch, but they apparently soon got used to him, for he was often seen walking the streets of the city, dressed in his regal, although frequently a bit worn, alternating blue and grey uniform, to show his support for both the Union and the Confederacy, his beaver hat with its colored feathers, his saber at his side and gnarled cane and wiry umbrella in hand. When his uniform was worn out, the Board of Supervisors, with a great deal of ceremony, presented him with another, for which he sent them a note of thanks and a patent for nobility in perpetuity for each supervisor.
Over the next twenty-one years, Norton cut a striking figure as he roamed the city in a European-style military uniform with a plumed top hat and a sword at his side. Norton caught the attention of Samuel Clemens, then working as a newspaperman in San Francisco. Years later, Clemens -- by that time the celebrated writer known as Mark Twain -- would reveal that he had based the character of the King in Huckleberry Finn on the eccentric Joshua Norton.
As Norton the First, Emperor of the United States of America and Protector of Mexico, he found, if not a fortune, at least some of the privileges of his office. He lived at a boarding house on Commercial Street, and was registered as "Emperor, living at 624 Commercial St." in a census done August 1, 1870. He lived there for seventeen years, but refused to pay the rent by week and instead paid by day. He was fed for free by some of San Francisco’s finest restaurants, which he graciously allowed to put up signs which said; "By Appointment to His Emperor, Joshua Norton I." He had a standing ticket, together with his two dogs, Bummer and Lazarus, at any play or concert in the city’s theatres. He was given a bicycle by the city as his means of royal transport, he was allowed to review the police to check that they performed their duty; a special chair was reserved for him at each precinct.
He marched at the head of the annual Police parade and reviewed the cadets at the University of California. The Emperor was even allowed to print his own money, which was honored at most places in the San Francisco area, and even a few banks. Where saner men had tried to break the currency monopoly and been arrested, Norton I got away with it, on the grounds, one must assume that he wasn’t perceived as a threat. The stories about Emperor Norton are many, and some more factitious than others.
One story tells how on January the 21, 1867, an overzealous Patrol Special Officer, by the name of Armand Barbier, arrested His Majesty Norton I for vagrancy. It was pointed out that the Emperor had $4.75 in his pocket and lived in a lodging house, and so technically wasn’t a vagrant. Armand Barbier then declared that Norton was of unsound mind and arrested him as a danger to himself and others. This created a public uproar and several scathing newspaper editorials followed the arrest. Norton was was held in custody pending examination by the Commissioner of Lunacy. City Police chief Patrick Crowley saw to it that the hearing was never held, apologized to the Emperor and ordered him released. There after, all police officers began to salute Norton when he passed them on the street.
At one point, Emperor Norton took the title "Protector of Mexico" because Mexico had, as he said, "Beseeched him to rule over her." But this didn’t last long; he soon dropped his new title with the explanation that it was "impossible to protect such an unsettled nation." Norton also published many proclamations, some of them sensible, others rather eccentric, and many even of questionable origin. For example the following;
"Whoever after due and proper warning shall be heard to utter the abominable word "Frisco," which has no linguistic or other warrant, shall be deemed guilty of a High Misdemeanor, and shall pay into the Imperial Treasury as penalty the sum of twenty-five dollars." (1872)
Though to this day, it is still advisable never to call San Francisco “Frisco” in presence of a native.
A few of Norton’s edicts were actually very much ahead of his time, such as the one ordering a suspension bridge to be built at the exact spot where the Golden Gate Bridge now stands;
"The following is decreed and ordered to be carried into execution as soon as convenient:
I.That a suspension bridge be built from Oakland Point to Goat Island, and then to Telegraph Hill; provided such bridge can be built without injury to the navigable waters of the Bay of San Francisco. II.That the Central Pacific Railroad Company be granted franchises to lay down tracks and run cars from Telegraph Hill and along the city front to Mission Bay.
III.That all deeds by the Washington Government since the establishment of our Empire are hereby decreed null and void unless our Imperial signature is first obtained thereto." (March 1872)
And the following, regarding the project of a local inventor, thirty six years before the Wright brothers made their first flight in 1903;
"Whereas, we Norton I, "Dei Gratia" Emperor of the United States and Protector of Mexico, being anxious for the future fame and honor of the residents of San Francisco, do hereby command all our good and loyal subjects to furnish the means and exert their best skill and advance money to make Mr. Marriot's aerial machine a success.
Given at San Francisco, Cal., this 25th day of July, A.D. 1869, in the seventeenth year of our reign."
The Emperor had two dogs, some sources say the dogs were originally strays given to him by the city, that he had named Lazarus and Bummer. Regardless of how the dogs came to belong to the Emperor, there was no question that the dogs were his faithful charges and his constant companions. Most of the contemporary cartoons of the Emperor showed him walking his dogs. Tragedy struck, however, when, in October 1863, Lazarus was run over and killed by a fire-truck. A public funeral was held, and many prominent people turned up to console the Emperor. Bummer continued to beg for scraps at his masters´ feet until the 10th of November 1865 when he, too, shuffled off this mortal coil. To honor him, Mark Twain wrote the epitaph for the noble canine.
For the next 15 years, the Emperor himself lived out his remaining years in his little room at 624 Commercial Street, continuing to oversee his domain during his daily walks. Finally, on the 8th of January 1880, Norton I, "Dei Gratia" Emperor of the United States and Protector of Mexico, was promoted to glory on California Street, while on his way to a lecture at the Academy of Natural Sciences, two blocks away. The cause of death was apoplexy. In his pocket was found some telegrams, a coin purse, a two and half dollar gold piece, three dollars in silver, an 1828 French Franc, and a few of his own bonds. When reporters sacked the Emperors´ tiny apartment they discovered that all he left behind in the world was his collection of walking sticks, his tasseled saber, news clippings, his correspondence with Queen Victoria and President Lincoln and 1,098,235 shares of stock in a worthless gold mine. The Morning Call ran the headline; "Norton the First, by the grace of God Emperor of the United States and Protector of Mexico, departed this life."
Though the city was prepared to put the departed Emperor into a common grave, the citizens of the City would not let Norton see that ignominious end. So, on the 10th of January 1880 Emperor Norton was buried in the Masonic Cemetery, where wealthy citizens of San Francisco had paid for the coffin and funeral expenses. The funeral cortege was two miles long and an estimated 10,000 to 30,000 people turned up for the funeral.
On 30th June of 1934 Norton the First’s grave was moved to Woodlawn Cemetery by the citizens of San Francisco. On January 7, 1980, San Francisco marked the 100th anniversary of the death of the United States only Emperor with lunch-hour ceremonies at Market and Montgomery streets.
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Emperor Norton I
Joshua Abraham Norton (ca. 1815 – January 8, 1880), also known as His Imperial Majesty Emperor Norton I, was a celebrated citizen of San Francisco who proclaimed himself "Emperor of these United States and Protector of Mexico" in 1859. Though he was generally considered insane, or at least highly eccentric, the citizens of San Francisco in the mid-to-late 19th century celebrated his presence, his humor, and his deeds. He continues to be a patron saint of the unusual, and of eccentrics, as he is mentioned as a Saint in the Principia Discordia (1970), the seminal main text of the Discordian religion.
The self-declared "Norton I, Emperor of the United States and Protector of Mexico," Joshua Abraham Norton was one of the most picturesque figures in California history. Norton was born in 1818 or 1819 in London, England, but was taken almost immediately to South Africa, where his parents had decided to move to seek their fortune. In 1849, having failed in business ventures in South Africa, the already psychologically unstable Norton moved to San Francisco, one of the thousands who rushed there hoping to strike it rich.
Norton soon became a commodities merchant, and for several years achieved a large measure of financial success -- enough to be invited to join the elite San Francisco Vigilance Committee. But in 1853 his failed effort to corner the local rice market put him into bankruptcy. And his bankruptcy, in turn, seems to have driven him insane. Six years later, in 1858, he announced that:
At the peremptory request and desire of a large majority of the citizens of the United States, I, Joshua Norton, declare and proclaim myself Emperor of these United States.
It was published the following day, on the front page, under the headline; "An Emperor among us?
It is not known how the good citizens of San Francisco initially felt about their new monarch, but they apparently soon got used to him, for he was often seen walking the streets of the city, dressed in his regal, although frequently a bit worn, alternating blue and grey uniform, to show his support for both the Union and the Confederacy, his beaver hat with its colored feathers, his saber at his side and gnarled cane and wiry umbrella in hand. When his uniform was worn out, the Board of Supervisors, with a great deal of ceremony, presented him with another, for which he sent them a note of thanks and a patent for nobility in perpetuity for each supervisor.
Over the next twenty-one years, Norton cut a striking figure as he roamed the city in a European-style military uniform with a plumed top hat and a sword at his side. Norton caught the attention of Samuel Clemens, then working as a newspaperman in San Francisco. Years later, Clemens -- by that time the celebrated writer known as Mark Twain -- would reveal that he had based the character of the King in Huckleberry Finn on the eccentric Joshua Norton.
As Norton the First, Emperor of the United States of America and Protector of Mexico, he found, if not a fortune, at least some of the privileges of his office. He lived at a boarding house on Commercial Street, and was registered as "Emperor, living at 624 Commercial St." in a census done August 1, 1870. He lived there for seventeen years, but refused to pay the rent by week and instead paid by day. He was fed for free by some of San Francisco’s finest restaurants, which he graciously allowed to put up signs which said; "By Appointment to His Emperor, Joshua Norton I." He had a standing ticket, together with his two dogs, Bummer and Lazarus, at any play or concert in the city’s theatres. He was given a bicycle by the city as his means of royal transport, he was allowed to review the police to check that they performed their duty; a special chair was reserved for him at each precinct.
He marched at the head of the annual Police parade and reviewed the cadets at the University of California. The Emperor was even allowed to print his own money, which was honored at most places in the San Francisco area, and even a few banks. Where saner men had tried to break the currency monopoly and been arrested, Norton I got away with it, on the grounds, one must assume that he wasn’t perceived as a threat. The stories about Emperor Norton are many, and some more factitious than others.
One story tells how on January the 21, 1867, an overzealous Patrol Special Officer, by the name of Armand Barbier, arrested His Majesty Norton I for vagrancy. It was pointed out that the Emperor had $4.75 in his pocket and lived in a lodging house, and so technically wasn’t a vagrant. Armand Barbier then declared that Norton was of unsound mind and arrested him as a danger to himself and others. This created a public uproar and several scathing newspaper editorials followed the arrest. Norton was was held in custody pending examination by the Commissioner of Lunacy. City Police chief Patrick Crowley saw to it that the hearing was never held, apologized to the Emperor and ordered him released. There after, all police officers began to salute Norton when he passed them on the street.
At one point, Emperor Norton took the title "Protector of Mexico" because Mexico had, as he said, "Beseeched him to rule over her." But this didn’t last long; he soon dropped his new title with the explanation that it was "impossible to protect such an unsettled nation." Norton also published many proclamations, some of them sensible, others rather eccentric, and many even of questionable origin. For example the following;
"Whoever after due and proper warning shall be heard to utter the abominable word "Frisco," which has no linguistic or other warrant, shall be deemed guilty of a High Misdemeanor, and shall pay into the Imperial Treasury as penalty the sum of twenty-five dollars." (1872)
Though to this day, it is still advisable never to call San Francisco “Frisco” in presence of a native.
A few of Norton’s edicts were actually very much ahead of his time, such as the one ordering a suspension bridge to be built at the exact spot where the Golden Gate Bridge now stands;
"The following is decreed and ordered to be carried into execution as soon as convenient:
I.That a suspension bridge be built from Oakland Point to Goat Island, and then to Telegraph Hill; provided such bridge can be built without injury to the navigable waters of the Bay of San Francisco. II.That the Central Pacific Railroad Company be granted franchises to lay down tracks and run cars from Telegraph Hill and along the city front to Mission Bay.
III.That all deeds by the Washington Government since the establishment of our Empire are hereby decreed null and void unless our Imperial signature is first obtained thereto." (March 1872)
And the following, regarding the project of a local inventor, thirty six years before the Wright brothers made their first flight in 1903;
"Whereas, we Norton I, "Dei Gratia" Emperor of the United States and Protector of Mexico, being anxious for the future fame and honor of the residents of San Francisco, do hereby command all our good and loyal subjects to furnish the means and exert their best skill and advance money to make Mr. Marriot's aerial machine a success.
Given at San Francisco, Cal., this 25th day of July, A.D. 1869, in the seventeenth year of our reign."
The Emperor had two dogs, some sources say the dogs were originally strays given to him by the city, that he had named Lazarus and Bummer. Regardless of how the dogs came to belong to the Emperor, there was no question that the dogs were his faithful charges and his constant companions. Most of the contemporary cartoons of the Emperor showed him walking his dogs. Tragedy struck, however, when, in October 1863, Lazarus was run over and killed by a fire-truck. A public funeral was held, and many prominent people turned up to console the Emperor. Bummer continued to beg for scraps at his masters´ feet until the 10th of November 1865 when he, too, shuffled off this mortal coil. To honor him, Mark Twain wrote the epitaph for the noble canine.
For the next 15 years, the Emperor himself lived out his remaining years in his little room at 624 Commercial Street, continuing to oversee his domain during his daily walks. Finally, on the 8th of January 1880, Norton I, "Dei Gratia" Emperor of the United States and Protector of Mexico, was promoted to glory on California Street, while on his way to a lecture at the Academy of Natural Sciences, two blocks away. The cause of death was apoplexy. In his pocket was found some telegrams, a coin purse, a two and half dollar gold piece, three dollars in silver, an 1828 French Franc, and a few of his own bonds. When reporters sacked the Emperors´ tiny apartment they discovered that all he left behind in the world was his collection of walking sticks, his tasseled saber, news clippings, his correspondence with Queen Victoria and President Lincoln and 1,098,235 shares of stock in a worthless gold mine. The Morning Call ran the headline; "Norton the First, by the grace of God Emperor of the United States and Protector of Mexico, departed this life."
Though the city was prepared to put the departed Emperor into a common grave, the citizens of the City would not let Norton see that ignominious end. So, on the 10th of January 1880 Emperor Norton was buried in the Masonic Cemetery, where wealthy citizens of San Francisco had paid for the coffin and funeral expenses. The funeral cortege was two miles long and an estimated 10,000 to 30,000 people turned up for the funeral.
On 30th June of 1934 Norton the First’s grave was moved to Woodlawn Cemetery by the citizens of San Francisco. On January 7, 1980, San Francisco marked the 100th anniversary of the death of the United States only Emperor with lunch-hour ceremonies at Market and Montgomery streets.
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