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Diary of an Adoptee: Faust or Foust #1918

It’s a small world when your neighbor five houses down turns out to be related. His last name is Foust, who in the early 1900s married a Bannister. Sam (James Samuel) Foust and Emma Lulu Bannister tied the knot and had two sons near the turn of the century in Madison County, Indiana. My birth parents were both named Bannister, also from Indiana. The two families had something in common, as we trace their genealogical heritage. Each kept changing the spelling of their last name. Fousts were also Fausts, while Banisters sometimes added an extra “n”. I’m not sure why the additional “n” made a difference, but after the World Wars, the Faust clan apparently changed vowels to disguise their German Heritage on American soil. 

This older generation of Ban(n)isters and Fausts experienced a similar challenge as we do these days. In January of 1918, a pandemic known as the “Spanish flu” (influenza) is first observed in Haskell County, Kansas. It spread across the states much as Covid has in current times, leaving death in its path. Fortunately, Sam lived to be 91 and Lulu 82 – great  longevity in that era. Sam’s father, Joshua, also sired Jesse, who in turn fathered Everett, who engendered  Gregory, my new neighbor. Lulu’s father, Lee  Bannister had a brother, David, spawned Henry, who was my birthmother’s (Edna Faye Banister) grandfather and Charles who was my birthfather’s (Cecil Ralph Banister) grandfather. I am, therefore, the bastard offspring of two Banister brothers’ children and a first cousin of James Samuel Faust (Foust) family 3x removed, if I’m understanding the lineage properly? Greg Foust would be the great-grandnephew of husband of first cousin 3x removed – I’ll just call him neighbor. 

The Foust/Faust fame is in the development of the Gutenberg Press by moneylender Johann Faust. also known as Fust (another variation of the spelling), who provided some of the financing (800 guilders) through his banking connections. “There is also apparently a Faust Castle in upper Austria, a 15th century castle on the Danube which, legend says, was built in a single night for Dr. Faust by the devil. It has been owned by several noble families and has been a hotel since 1966.” I have been warned not to go there because back taxes are still apparently due that, as a descendent, I might be obligated to help pay or risk being imprisoned. Hotel Faust like the Hotel California – I can check in but I can never leave!

Old Sport Shorts: Undefeated #1917

USC and Baylor, the only undefeated teams of the early 2021-22 basketball season, both fell this week. This preserves the multi-decade streak of the 1975-76 Indiana University Hoosiers, the last college basketball team to finish the regular season and tournament unblemished at 32-0. It’s now been 46 years since this unbeatable perfection has been tied. “Five teams have finished the regular season undefeated since 1976 — with the most recent being Wichita State in 2014, Kentucky in 2015 and Gonzaga in 2021. Two of those teams — 1991 UNLV and 2015 Kentucky lost in the Final Four.” UCLA is the only other university to have achieved this level of NCAA greatness – 1967 (30-0), 1972 (30-0) and 1973 (30-0). The record lives on, at least another year.

After two straight BIG home victories, the Hoosiers seem to be back in winning form this season and competitive in the conference at 2-2. After their recent performances, many expect them to finish in the Top 5, while the top half would get them in the Big Dance for the first time since 2016. They still have to prove they can win on the road to earn an evasive NCAA tourney bid (their 40th in history), and they have to break Purdue’s recent domination that now stands at an embarrassing 9-straight dating back to 2016. That sole Hoosier victory was in Bloomington, stopping another 3-game Boiler winning streak. It’s hardly the perfection that I once experienced watching them lose only one game in two full years just after I graduated. 

Coach Mike Woodson, not to be confused with fellow Hoosier (Martinsville and Purdue) John Wooden, has produced a remarkable start in restoring the “Glory of Old IU.” Woodson has legendary status as a player, but far from achieving that level as a coach, and probably never to be associated in the same sentence with names like Knight and Wooden.  Right now, all we can say is that he’s a few letters from being Wooden. Also, as we all know, it was Coach Wooden that directed those great UCLA undefeated teams. 

Retirement is not without Hassles: Badge of Old Age #1916

Wikipedia sources tell me that “1916 witnessed two of the most decisive battles of World War One – at Verdun and the Somme. 1916 is seen as the year when the armies of Britain, France and Germany were bled to death. January 1st: Riots in Austria-Hungary forced down the price of grain and flour as set by the government.”

From a coin collecting standpoint, “the 1916-D Mercury dime actually had lower mintage than the 1909-S VDB Lincoln cent by a large margin (See Post #1909). It’s now worth anywhere from $1000 to $2,600. The reasons for the low 1916-D mintage are unknown.  While there was interest and some saving, it was not the sort of hoarding which would be seen in later years with the 1931-S Lincoln cent or 1950-D Jefferson nickel.”

Later this morning, I’m headed to my second acupuncture session, hoping to further reduce some of the inflammation in my hip muscles. The last few days I’ve felt pretty good with stiffness at a minimum, but running continues to be difficult. There is little pain but my muscles feel depleted and my pace even more sluggish than usual.  I ordered a Vitamin D supplement after reading that this might be part of the issue. Today was #4,763, as I continue to approach the 5,000 mark that should happen on September 6th. It will be the week after my 71st birthday and the illusive Santana/Earth, Wind, & Fire concert.  I did get my 70+ Ski Club patch in the mail today, but the Florida weather isn’t exactly conducive for snow skiing. All in all, it’s just another badge of old age. 

 

Retirement is not without Hassles: Sunshine Skyway #1915

1914  saw the beginning of what became known as World War I, after Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria, heir to the Austrian throne was assassinated by Serbian nationalist Gavrillo Princip. It also saw the first airline to provide scheduled regular commercial passenger services with heavier-than-air aircraft, with the St. Petersburg–Tampa Airboat Line.”

As Wikipedia went on to point out: “The St. Petersburg–Tampa Airboat Line (SPT Airboat Line) was the first scheduled airline using a fixed wing aircraft. The airline provided service between St. Petersburg, Florida and neighboring Tampa across Tampa Bay a distance of about 23 miles. It was in service from January to May 1914.”

The route that this flight covered is now drivable over the Sunshine Skyway Bridge, the modern link between Tampa and St. Petersburg. We drove it last weekend to get to Comic Com. It goes right past Tropicana Field  where the Tampa Bay Rays beat the White Sox last season. “On May 9, 1980, Harbor Pilot John Lerro was guiding the ship MV Summit Venture under the Sunshine Skyway Bridge when storm winds pushed the vessel into the southern span. A chunk of the span came down. Vehicles fell into the water- a truck, five cars and a Greyhound bus. Thirty-five people died,“ once again according to Wikipedia. I can’t help think about it every time I cross.

As the war raged on in 1915, “the second year of the First World War, included the first German Zeppelin raid on England, the Gallipoli Campaign and the Battle of Loos. The first German Zeppelin raid on the east coast of England; Great Yarmouth and King’s Lynn are both bombed.”

Speaking of a different kind of war, I watched the Paramount Plus adaptation of Stephen King’s The Stand, reminiscent of our current battle with Covid. King happens to live in this part of Florida, at least part of the time and is just as vulnerable as the rest of us. Fortunately, Coronavirus isn’t as deadly as Captain Trips, the fictional illness that he created. 

We had lunch at Brown’s Food Factory, another mobile restaurant that visits our resort community on occasion. Today, it was a spicy breaded tenderloin that pleasantly didn’t include a long wait in line. We’re still looking for something to match the Indiana tenderloins that we enjoyed at places like the State Fair, Murphy’s Steakhouse, and The Mug & Bun.  The closest we’ve found so far is nearby Darrell’s Restaurant.

Georgia is the new NCAA National Champion in football, a status that had eluded them since 1960, sixty-two-years ago. They gained revenge over an Alabama team that had beaten them for the SEC crown a month or so ago. Maybe 2022 will also be the year of the White Sox, as we once again cross the Skyline Bridge to watch them play?

Retirement is not without Hassles: Djali #1914

Back in the late 1990s, when I first bought Limoges porcelain boxes, they were primarily found at exclusive gift shops, typically locked in glass cabinets. Most of these trinkets were priced around $300, but I was drawn to the hidden hinged-compartment that allowed me to include a ring, gem, or poem and make the offering even more special. My marriage proposal was even delivered inside of one. (See Post #146). I quickly learned the the French words “Peint Main” meant hand painted, so each box is a unique piece of art. They became my gift of choice and over the past twenty years I’ve purchased hundreds. Each contains a customized poem.

My wife and I have traveled to the city of Limoges and often search for them in stores or on-line. The internet has certainly made them easier to find since  outlets like Macys, Bloomingdales, and Gumps no longer stock them. The prices have also become more affordable, especially on Ebay. On the internet, my go-to source for many years has been Groundstrike Collectables, based in Austin. I once had lunch with the owner, Sam, whose ex-wife is a competitor in the business. Then there is Phyllis, who owns Gaslight Collectables in San Francisco that we visit on occasion. Anymore, it’s challenging to find unique Limoges Boxes that we don’t already own or have seen many times before without an interest in buying. 

Disney once had licensed their characters to Artoria, one of the French ceramic manufacturers, but that relationship has since discontinued. They still tend to be in high demand and the most valuable in our collection. Some command price tags in the thousands. Nearly twenty years ago while shopping at Disney World we foolishly passed on buying a couple of pieces while browsing and found them gone when we returned, never to be seen again. We did however purchase Djali, Esmerelda’s pet goat in The Hunchback of Notre Dame. To this day we’re convinced that it was mismarked at only $85 (should have been at least $285). We snatched it up and consider that price to be THE bargain standard for any currently available hinged-box on the market.

Our collection features travel souvenirs, holiday themed pieces, garden knick-knacks, and cartoon characters – to include a few broad categories. My wife spotted one last week at an local antique show and paid the Djali price. Then, we found another on Ebay for half a Djali. Both finds have been added to the collection, accompanied by this hidden poem:

Limoges for Less

Back in the day,
Djali was THE  bargain.
A cheap Disney box,
Authentic “Peint Main.”

Now easier to find,
With the internet.
Discount French porcelain,
Without going in debt.

Two such “deals,”
Were found this week.
Without an occasion,
Or reason to seek.

At an antique show,
Bottled scents.
For eighty-five bucks,
The purchase made sense.

A Mixer on-line,
Was then your desire.
For a mere forty-five,
We became buyers.

We got these djollies,
At a third of the price.
They weren’t free,
But should suffice.

Copyright 2022 johnstonwrites.com

 

Retirement is not without Hassles: Feeling Good #1913

Ten straight days without alcohol is an impressive start to the New Year, although I can’t say the same about sugary sweets. Any consumption restraint on my part is a sobering thought. I am expecting a Flaviar whiskey delivery today, but it will stay in the box for at least a few more weeks until this streak is broken. My running streak now stands at 4,761 days and counting. 

As far as the year 1913: “February 1 – New York City’s Grand Central Terminal, having been rebuilt, reopens as the world’s largest train station. February 3 – The 16th Amendment to the United States Constitution is ratified, authorizing the Federal government to impose and collect income taxes. February 4 – Rosa Parks is born.”

Today is “Matinee Monday” with plans to see the The King’s Man. It will remind me of a tough day in my marriage many years ago when I was banned from the house. I spent two nights sleeping in the Starbuck’s parking lot near our neighborhood, not knowing where to go, and two more in the car in the underground lot of my office building, thinking my sentence would surely soon end. I showered at the office, after completing my run each morning, and went to my desk like nothing was different from any other day even though I was embarrassed. I retreated to the movie theatre on Saturday for a nap and watched three movies in a row, including the first King’s Man: The Secret Service and Fifty Shades of Grey. I must have slept through the third because I can’t remember what it was. After that, I went to a downtown Marriott hotel to complete my full week of homelessness. Thankfully, there have been no other marital issues since that time nearly 7 years ago. 

My wife and I finished episode four of 1883 last night and another couple Peaky Blinders’ shows before realizing there was no water. It turned out to be a city issue that affected several neighborhoods and was restored an hour later. IU won its second straight BIG match-up against Minnesota yesterday, in the midst of the NFL final games that determined the Playoff picture. The Colts were eliminated and the Bears lost again, but this did not detract from the euphoria of watching winning basketball. Now, if the Hoosiers could just pick up a road victory, my overall perspective on life would be glowing. My mood tends to still be strangely dictated by what happens on the basketball court – so I’m feeling good today. 

 

 

Retirement is not without Hassles: Peanut Buster Parfait #1912

A couple of memorable events happened in 1912, according to a Wikipedia reference: “April 14–15 – Sinking of the RMS Titanic: RMS Titanic strikes an iceberg in the northern Atlantic Ocean and sinks with the loss of more than 1,500 lives. The wreck will not be discovered until 1985. … April 16 – Harriet Quimby becomes the first woman to fly across the English Channel.”  

We’ve been to the Titanic exhibit in Las Vegas and went to several smaller tour sites throughout the years. It has yet to deter us from taking a cruise, although the upcoming trip to Alaska will probably get us too close to icebergs. In reality, the virus will probably be our biggest threat. 

Many of my friends are starting their winter migration to Florida now that the holidays are behind us. I’m starting to see their Facebook posts and will begin the process of setting up rendezvous dates. We already plan to go to Vanderbilt Beach in a few weeks for the night to see some Indy friends. Others just arrived in Sebastian, Florida and my sister just settled in her new place in Leesburg. I was going to go to Kissimmee yesterday but ended up in St. Petersburg at Comic Com. Eight of us made the drive to see this geek-fest costume spectacle. My grandkids were enthralled but probably considered our stop at Dairy Queen the best part of the journey.  I can’t remember the last time I went to DQ for a Peanut Buster Parfait. Twelve years ago was the last reference in my diary, but it doesn’t say what I ordered. 

I had a couple of interviews yesterday with the Atlanta Braves, hoping to secure a part-time and/or volunteer position for Spring Training at the neighborhood stadium. The Grapefruit Season would be about twelve-weeks in length with training extending through mid-April. It might prove to be a nice break from the retirement routine, even if it involves that four-letter word – WORK. I think I would actually enjoy some of the Press Box duties, especially with my media background. I hope to hear back from them after also submitting some formal applications. After yesterday, I might be singing a whole new song: “Take me out to the Ball Game…take me out to the crowd…buy me some Peanut Buster…”

Retirement is not without Hassles: Resume #1911

Looking back on the year 1911 through Wikipedia: “March 19 – International Women’s Day is celebrated for the first time across Europe. March 25 – The Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire in New York City kills 146 people. March 29 – The United States Army adopts a new service pistol, the M1911, designed by John Browning (it remains the U.S. service pistol for 74 years). Women’s rights issues, guns, and fires – nothing has sadly changed much in 110 years. At least, we’re not currently in a World War, as was the case in 1911.

I’m going to a job fair this afternoon at the neighborhood ballpark, seeking volunteer or part-time work associated with the Atlanta Braves. I would consider giving up my arm chair for a few hours or days each week to stay engaged with sports. I might have to start in the concession stands, but it’s the only thing that attracts my interest work-wise these days. Being around the stadium, hearing the fans cheer, and getting a glimpse of the players is appealing – just so I can continue my running and writing. I do have Spring Training tickets for March, so getting my foot in the door now might lead to some opportunities?

I updated my resume this morning for the first time in about 10 years and just filled out an on-line application. I’ll take advantage of the informal opportunity to talk to some people in the organization this afternoon and see if something fits my background. I don’t want a new career – just something to keep me engaged and content. I don’t need the money – but I’ll take it – or simply give back to the new community where I now live. It felt good to update my resume with no pressure to find a job and reflect back on my accomplishments. 

Retirement is not without Hassles: Over The Hill #1910

In 1910 war was declared on Germany and the U.S. entered World War 1. Both my grandfathers, William J. Johnston (1918 at age 22) and Ross A. Hancher (1917 at age 22), fought for our country. Thank you both for your service and for being great role models for me in life. We would come together as a family when Ross’ daughter, Catherine, married William’s son, Burton in 1946. I was then adopted five years later, along with my younger sister, added in 1955. I thankfully avoided military service.

I have a doctor’s appointment this afternoon for my annual wellness exam. I’ve not been having any major health issues other than the self-imposed stiffness and soreness associated with running every day. My first acupuncture session earlier this week proved relatively ineffective. I have another attempt scheduled for next week, along with a chiropractor appointment. An eye exam is also planned for later this month. With all this attention to my health this month, I’m sure they will find something wrong. I give blood next week and have passed two Covid tests already, so I’ll certainly have my share of New Year poking and prodding. I’ve managed to stay away from alcohol as part of my January resolution, but sweets consumption has actually gotten worse. 

We continue to watch Peaky Blinders on Netflix about British spies and gangs. As far as TV sports, IU won a big basketball game over Ohio State last night, bolstering my fading hopes for an elusive tournament bid come March. Football also signed a promising QB prospect, a transfer from Missouri, so things are looking up in Bloomington. Culturally, we spent yesterday afternoon, Tourist Thursday, at the Venice Art Center following lunch in their café. We also signed up for an Eagles cover band concert here in the community center – After Eagles. Florida is known to be the cover band capital of the world, probably since a majority of the aging population can’t see or hear clearly, so these copycat groups sound better to them than they actually are. We were not pleased with the Journey/Styx act that we saw here a few months ago, so maybe we aren’t as far “over the hill” as some of our Florida peers. 

Retirement is not without Hassles: Penny for Your Thoughts #1909

The date 1909 was probably my first rendezvous with history, 42-years before I was born. My neighbor got me interested in coin collecting based on my fascination with his 1909-S-VDB penny. He had recently purchased it for well under a $100, which might as well have been a million from my perspective at the age of 11. It’s worth $1000 today, depending on condition. I made it a lifelong goal to own one and complete my penny collection, but the best I ever did was the 1909-S. Years ago I wrote about this penny (See Post #804). I should just go out and buy one, but the thrill is gone. 

I did get my $50 Lowe’s gift card for sitting through a 2-hour Aqua Pure presentation on the condition of our water. It was probably not worth the time, although I would have taken a penny if it was a 1909-S-VDB!  It was also disturbing that I had to make several phone calls to get the gift after being assured there was no obligation.  The Indianapolis Motor Speedway published its first season poster in 1909 with the first race on May 30, 1911. Taft was elected President. The race would become a very important aspect of my broadcast media career. I attended my first race in maybe 1979 – the exact year escapes me but it’s been nearly 52-years ago and our son was probably only about 5 years old. I got the tickets through the radio station I worked with in Elkhart, Indiana that carried the broadcast. I had no idea what I was in store of or how big the track was, but I soon found out when my young son ran off into the massive exit crowd. He somehow found his way back to the car while I ran around the outside of the 2 1/2 mile oval. He was safely under the care of “Mud Man,” a guy in a cape posing as a superhero. I’m forever grateful that he wasn’t a total Mad Man, and took the time away from sliding in the mud with his buddies to keep an eye on my son. My hero that year – I don’t remember the race winner without looking it up but I naturally remember him!

We sat in the infield and the main straightaway grandstand before the youngster ran off, sharing different views of the track with friends, so I’m still amazed that he knew where the car was parked miles away. He wasn’t worried but I certainly was, and the entire Indianapolis Motor Speedway staff was on alert as to his disappearance. In researching those years, it had rained the night before the 1979 race, so this makes me think it was that year that we attended. If so, Rick Mears would have won his first of four lifetime races. 

The results came back on my naval swab test this morning and I won my second race against Covid. I felt fairly confident that I didn’t catch it, but why take a chance? I would not have bet even a penny on the outcome – I’m obviously not a gambler – even on race day!

A penny for your thoughts!

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