The Writer's Almanac from Friday, July 5, 2013
The Writer's Almanac from Friday, July 5, 2013
"Wing Road" by Eamon Grennan, from What Light There Is and Other Poems. © North Point Press, 1989.
ORIGINAL TEXT AND AUDIO - 2013
It was on this day in 1937 that SPAM came onto the market. The canned meat product from Hormel Foods Corporation was given its name by a contest winner; the prize for his ingenuity was $100. On one occasion, a Hormel spokesperson said the name was short for "Shoulder of Pork and Ham"; on another, a company official said it was a conflation of the words "spice and ham." All sorts of parodic acronyms have circulated over the years, including "Something Posing As Meat."
On this day in 1954, Elvis Presley recorded his first rock and roll song and his first hit, "That's All Right (Mama)."
Today is the birthday of American artist Chuck Close, born in Monroe, Washington (1940). He had a rough childhood: He was dyslexic and didn't do well in school; his father died when Chuck was 11, and his mother developed breast cancer soon after. Their medical bills were so high that the family lost their house, and Close was bedridden for almost a year due to a serious kidney infection. He got through by drawing and painting, and took his first trip to the Seattle Art Museum soon after his father died.
He's become known for his enormous portraits, painted so realistically that they look like photographs. He had been painting them for 20 years before he finally figured out why he was so obsessed with these giant portraits: It's a way to remember them. He has a condition called "face blindness," which means he's unable to recognize individual faces.
In 1988, he was presenting an award in New York City when he began having chest pains. After the ceremony, he walked to the hospital across the street and collapsed in a seizure. An artery in his spine had ruptured, and he woke a quadriplegic. He's confined to a wheelchair, but through extensive physical therapy, he regained the ability to paint.
It's the birthday of one of the most versatile artists of the 20th century, Jean Cocteau, born in Maisons-Laffitte, just outside Paris (1889). He wrote essays, poetry, and novels. He worked on ballets, operas, and movies as well. He was involved in early stages of surrealism and cubism. He was a friend of Picasso's and a friend of Marcel Proust's.
He said, "Style is a simple way of saying complicated things."
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I must admit I have been a SPAM snacker for most of my life. It's the salt and flavor, I think. But even more, I read once that SPAM was given to soldiers in WW2, especially those on the front where no one could cook. But in between fyling bullets, they could duck down and , with the key, release the SPAM. I was a WW2 kid, one so young I thought the fighting front meant our soldiers and their soldiers boxed with each other....and SPAM did the trick for our soldiers.
To this day I haven't yet lost a fight, but, then again, I haven't had one. I do make my SPAM delectables from time to time while my wife clucks at me. So it goes. And I am grateful for it. But, especially to these soldiers who save our freedoms. God bless them all.
If SPAM is still on their menu, our troops are all the better for it. And I'm doing my part.
My Grandfather wouldn’t allow Spam in the house. He called it “K rations” or something. Said he’d rather eat a roadkill opossum. I apparently inherited his loathing for the stuff. Even as a child, regardless of how it was prepared, I always went into involuntary dry heaves. I’d hear that wet sucking sound as it was tipped out of the tin and could almost certainly see the mucilaginous jelly crawling to the side of the skillet. And I’m Scottish. Most of our cuisine was conceived of on a dare. I have ten pounds of haggis in my freezer and still will not touch Spam. It’s one of the main reasons I’ve never been to Hawaii…