Tippecanoe

"Let us form one body, one heart, & defend to the last warrior our country, our homes, our liberty, & the graves of our fathers." Tecumseh

And many more such graves there would be after the battle that took place two hundred years ago today in what is now the state of Indiana. I'd wax on about what happened at Tippecanoe, how the bloody incident contributed to Presidency of General William Henry Harrison, albeit not its brevity; how it all might have turned out very, very differently, had not the great Tecumseh been away that day from Prophet's Town.

‎"Be less curious about people and more curious about ideas." Marie Curie

"Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide."
So said Tecumseh, the Shawnee orator, leader, the "Shooting Star." I simply must do a book about him if only to learn more about this compelling person. 'Twas on this day 199 years ago, in what was then the Indiana Territory, that his fellow warriors clashed with U.S. forces led by future President Wm. Henry Harrison at the awful Battle of Tippecanoe. Want to learn more about this truly significant, albeit harsh and grievous deal - gee, why wouldn't you? go to: http://www.tcha.mus.in.us/battlehistory.htm

In any event, 56 years later, the curious, investigative physicist & chemist, Marie Sklodowska Curie, was born in Poland. I sort of wondered if her soul had its song prepared prior to her departure from the Blue Beyond to enter her earthly life thru the door marked 7 Nov 1867.

G-L-O-R-I-A

SO, a few days ago I wrote of my Advice-Quest into the West. Let me say that the issue in question was the unseemly, most necessary (in this busy world), but still uncomfortable business of promoting oneself. Ay-yi-yi. LOOK AT ME! NOTICE ME - no, wait: Not ME, (except when I want you to), but rather my BOOKS and once thou hast done so, dear PUBLIC, i.e. WORLD AT LARGE, those of you who are as yet with a few spare dollars, part with them on behalf of my lovely, educational, far-out, historical books. No foolin' - they really are neat, but is this ICKY or WHAT?! Yes, it's supremely icky to Always Be Marketing, an endeavor with which no lady should involve herself. Still, I concede that one must blow one's trumpet, but for now, for this Sunday morning in cruel, tender April, let me change the subject.

'Twas on this day in 1983 that Gloria Swanson (no stranger to the rewards of publicity and marketing), died. Left the building. Got her ticket punched. Kicked the bucket and turned in her dinner pail. Ended her earthly sojourn as screen diva. I'd post a picture here of her; she was lovely & all, but I don't know how & have no patience just now to learn how.

Dr. Martin Luther King, man of great heart and mind, was blasted out of this vale of tears and into the Blue Beyond, on this day in 1968.

And, on this day in 1841, only one month after his cold, blustery Inauguration Day, 68-year-old William Henry Harrison, 9th U.S. President, died of pneumonia. Sigh.