“Waiting” by John Burroughs.
ORIGINAL TEXT AND AUDIO - 2017
It was on this day 50 years ago, one of the first big rock festivals, the Monterey International Pop Music Festival, was held at the Monterey County Fairgrounds in California. About 90 thousand people paid between $3 and $6.50 to see The Jimi Hendrix Experience, The Who, The Grateful Dead, Janis Joplin, and Otis Redding. The Woodstock festival was held two years later in 1969.
It’s the birthday of American novelist and short-story writer Joyce Carol Oates, born in Lockport, New York (1938). Oates has written more than 70 books and been nominated for a Pulitzer Prize five times. She’s often been criticized for being so prolific, and once replied, “Each book is a world unto itself and must stand alone, and it should not matter whether a book is a writer’s first, or tenth, or fiftieth.”
Oates was raised Catholic in Millersport, New York, where her father was a tool and die designer. She led a typical working-class life, though she once called her childhood “a daily scramble for existence.” Her grandmother encouraged her obsessive reading habits and gave Oates Lewis Carroll’s Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, which Oates referred to as “the most profound literary influence of my life.” In her teens, she tore through the works of Charlotte Brontë, William Faulkner, and Dostoyevsky. Her grandmother gave her a typewriter when she was 14, and she began writing stories immediately. By the time she graduated Syracuse University as valedictorian, she’d already completed several novels, though she found them shoddy and threw them away. Her first novel, With Shuddering Fall, was published in 1969.
Oates writes about class and violence, and also writes in genres like romance and mystery. She once submitted a novel to her agent under a pseudonym, Rosamond Smith, and it was accepted for publication without her agent even guessing. When the ruse was discovered, Oates was unrepentant. She said, “I wanted to escape from my own identity.” She’s written about boxing in the book On Boxing (1987) and a fictionalized account of actress Marilyn Monroe’s life, called Blonde (1999). Her other books include We Were the Mulvaneys (1996) and A Fair Maiden (2010).
The Apache leader Geronimo was born on this day in Sonora, Mexico (1829). Geronimo is celebrated for his resistance to American and Mexican military encroachment into American Indian territory.
In 1851, while Geronimo was away from home, members of the Mexican militia raided his camp and slaughtered its inhabitants — Geronimo’s mother, wife, and three children among the dead. The event inspired an intense desire for revenge in Geronimo, who spent much of his life at war with Mexican and American soldiers.
He was captured several times, but became known for his ability to escape. One story poses that after Geronimo led his followers into a cave in Arizona, U.S. troops waited at the entrance for the group to emerge. They never did, presumably because Geronimo had found another exit. Today it is known as Geronimo’s Cave.
Eventually, however, Geronimo was caught and held as a prisoner of war. He was prevented from returning to his homeland for the rest of his life. Occasionally, he made public appearances, such as when he rode a Ferris wheel at the 1904 World’s Fair in St. Louis.
He died as a prisoner of war in a military hospital in Oklahoma City, and he was buried with other Apache prisoners of war on the grounds.
Does anyone know the poem that talks about old fashioned women's names like Mildred and Mabel and then lists a series of them? I would really like to find it for a friend whose mother, Mildred, has died. I think I heard it once on Prairie Home Companion, also on NPR. Thank you.
I once was struggling with my own verse and I noticed a guidebook by Joyce Carole Oates. It seemed like kismet. I bought the book on some divine motivation. Writing for a lot of us is a talent worth hiding like words of a shadow. I never claimed that I was prolific or at least capable of greatness. I tend to read in private. Sometimes the idea surfaces like a slow wave building. I learn a lot from the masters of their craft.