Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #159

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #159

…”Now get out of here, while I teach Miss Judith that the rooster rules the henhouse…

“Harv, Judith? Uh, here is the world of Emmeline Pankhurst.” Stanley,the copy editor lays the photos gingerly on the desk.

 Pankhursts“In all her rebellious splendor?” Harv remembers the spirit of the woman they had met in London two months before. “And those daughters of hers, what pistols they are.”

“Christabel and Sylvia.” Judith was deeply moved by these women, to the point of feeling just a bit timid by comparison. If only she could carry out her convictions like that. “I admire how they function as a unit.”

“And drove Mr. Pankhurst to an early grave.” It’s a man’s inalienable right to defend his own, in this case, a short effort.

“I am surprised to find you here, Mr. Pearson, with that earthquake in San Francisco and all,” mentions Stanley, who has watched them leave the office, to parts unknown, with bags that are perpetually packed, without so much as telling a soul.

Quincy Reporter-001

“San Francisco! We almost forgot!” It had been overshadowed by something more significant to them. Revisiting that moment, Harv shifts to lower gear. “We’re going to let the Quincy Reporter have first crack at that story. Jackson (its new publisher) deserves a good start, right Miss Judith Eastman-Pearson?”

She smiles with a heart which has peace, at long last.

“You two are final… uh… getting married?”

“That is why we like you, Stanley, you’re the brightest candle-on-the-abra,” jokes Harv, wrongfully assuming that their imminent nuptials are obvious to even the most casual of observers.

“That is great! Can I tell everyone?”

“I don’t know, can you?”

“Oh, Harv,” he relents, “may I?”

“Yes, you may, Stanley and don’t let this one give you a hard time. And if the truth be known, I practically had to drag it out of him… one stuttering word after the next.”

Now get out of here, while I teach Miss Judith that the rooster rules the henhouse.” Tongue firmly in cheek. “And stay on top of San Francisco for us. We may have to call the wedding off if things heat up.”

“It’s already on fire, no water to put it out, they say.”

“There will be nothing left for us to report about. Give the Wright brothers a call, see if they have a three-seater that will travel 2000 miles or so.” Harv had actually talked Judith into taking her camera up for one of Wilbur’s test flights, during their expose on the Dayton duo. Her knees knock at that very thought.

“Enough nonsense!” Judith screams. “Send the best available photographer out there, as soon as possible. At least the Journal will have a presence there.”

“How about me?” asks the new presence here, standing in the doorway, an Eastman himself.

“George! How long have you been there?” his sister wonders.

 “Just long enough to offer my blessing and my services, you rascals.”

Hugs, handshakes, kisses break out in epidemic proportions, as rest of the staff begins their Thursday workday with the best news they’ve heard since the unexpected size of their first bonus. Instead of advertisers waiting in line, they look forward to a reception line. No greater respect and affection can co-workers have than these.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #150

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #150

…“It is James Ferrell, sir…” He endures Roosevelt’s punishing handshake and a poke in his side from his wife. “…and this is my wife, Abigail.”…

Kettle Hill

The Hero of Kettle Hill

“James, look who is at the front desk!” prompts Abigail Ferrell at the sighting of a nationaltheodore-roosevelt hero. President Theodore Roosevelt and his entourage dominate the lobby. “Is he here for our meeting?”

“No, Abbey. But I do hope Harv and Judith Eastman get here soon. What a way to launch their first issue of their photo-journalistic magazine, an interview with the Rough Rider, the hero of Kettle Hill! In fact, I am going to make sure that he does not leave before they get that chance.”

With rare aplomb, not a trait for which he is known for, he brazenly knifes through the crowd, a beeline to the leader who replaced their own friend, William McKinley.

“Excuse me, sir, Mr. President. Do you remember me?”

  Here is a young buck, dressed in lawyer clothes, but young for sure, asking a man who has met more people in his 43 years than 10 ordinary people meet in their lifetime. He politely looks up and down his lean frame, likewise taking in the equally young filly joining the fray, searching his memory.

  “No, son, you will have to refresh me. From where do we have acquaintance?”

“The Tallahassee Twelve? We counted William McKinley as a friend,” James states with visible pride.

  “Bully, I say, bully. Excuse me for the oversight, young _______?”

“James Ferrell, sir…” He endures Roosevelt’s punishing handshake and a poke in his side from his wife. “…and this is my wife, Abigail.”

  “It is a pleasure, folks. And what is it that brings you to Rochester, all the way from Florida?”

“Well, actually we came from Cambridge… Massachusetts. I am in law school there.”

   “A Harvard Man. Bully. I knew you had the ways of a bright one.”

While they had the attention of yet another president, James Ferrell advances the cause of the day.

“Mr. Roosevelt? If I may be so bold, I am here in New York representing the Beacon Hill Partners in the formation of a partnership of Misters Pearson, Love and Eastman and Miss Judith Eastman. They will be publishing a photographic journal presently.”

 “George Eastman? Harv Pearson and Herb Love! My Lord, that sounds like a winning combination to this cowboy.”

Quincy Reporter-001Sec. of Ag-001

“We have a meeting scheduled here this very hour – I am sure they would be honored to have you in their inaugural feature, if you can only wait for them.”

“Good gracious, yes!” he heartily reverberates. “Say, I think I see the former Secretary of Agriculture arriving this very minute. Over here…Herbert Love… don’t be a stranger!”


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #149

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #149

…This is the big magazine launch day. Judith prepares to greet Herbert Love and the young Ferrells at a continental eatery in the Rochester Arms…

The world is getting smaller, so-to-speak. Things happen faster. Turn your head and you surely have missed something. Important or not, the train of life chugs on, gaining momentum on a downhill grade. Boston, turn around, Rochester, student, turn around, you are an attorney.

“I won’t disappoint you, Mr. Hamilton,” states James Ferrell

Turn around, Judith Eastman and say goodbye to the simple life. Remember when: you were much unattached, you would test cameras for your brother, and you went home to a darkened flat with Frisky eagerly awaiting his chance to relieve himself.

The world revolves from night to day, revealing Harv Pearson and a budding national magazine. One has stolen your heart, the other your serene settled existence. She hurriedly piles her waist length hair on top of her pretty head in advance of greeting her house mate on this clear, chilly November day. She will find him on the daybed in her living room, just as she does on a daily basis. There are fewer and fewer true gentlemen in these United States, indeed the world; where in France a Frenchman would bed two women and then have his lunch. Not Harv Pearson, no. He is a throwback, yes, but Judith loves him for it. There is much to be said for waiting to consummate a relationship, even if everyone and her brother probably assume the juicy, yet incorrect.

This is the big magazine launch day. Dressed in her finest blue taffeta gown, she prepares to greet Herbert Love and the young Ferrells at a continental eatery in the Rochester Arms, the stylish hotel that will house the out-of-town players in the inauguration of the Pearson-Eastman Journal.

“Judith, where did you put my gray suit?” Harv wonders.

“Do you mean the one you wear with that red bowtie? Not today. I bought you one of those new tuxedos. It’s hanging in the hall closet.”

“We will look like a best man and maid of honor at a wedding!”

“Perhaps you will acquire some ideas from the occasion.” Judith is hinting at combining names, if it were not for the marquee value of her Eastman tag. “You see, George promised me he would have one of his assistants capture the moment for us – and you know how distinguished George looks for business.”

“Does he sleep with a three piece suit on?”

inventors poster“NO! He merely looks the part of the world’s leading inventor.”

Period.

Pearson withholds citing the surnames Bell and Edison, Ford and other cutting edge innovators. He keeps in mind that, before he arrived on the scene, Judith’s respect and admiration centered on her famous brother. He will muster up as much distinguished as a veteran news hound can. It’s not like he doesn’t cut a fine figure of a man, it’s just the stigma attached to what some folks have labeled “monkey suits”. And there is nothing like his tweed coat, cotton shirt and yes, a neatly tied red bow tie.

  “What time is our meeting?” He changes the subject.

   The doorbell rings from below.

    Judith beckons through the voice pipe, “Who is it?”

     “It is me, dear.” A voice echoes up the tube to the second floor.

     “Quick, get dressed Harv,” she chastens. “I will be right down to get you, George.”

      “I hear the early inventor catches the worm…. good gracious Jude, is he in the Greenland time zone?”

     “Be kind, Harv. I cannot remember when I’ve seen him so excited.”

 Wisenheimer-001     “You mean more than when he developed the high speed shutter?”

      “Oh, you wisenheimer!”


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #133

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #133

…With her hand still in his, Harv’s mind is busy wondering if she may be, “George Eastman’s daughter?…

This intriguing lady is about to take her leave.

Harv Pearson is letting opportunity slip away. He realizes that she would not know why thisJudith Eastman-001 stranger is asking dumb questions, when he actually knows much of the artistry of photography, merely little of new mechanics.

“No!” he blurts, eliciting terse indignation. He seems intimidated by the woman, not for reasons of business, rather his rusty methods in dealing with a female that he is very attracted to. If she had been a mousy frump, with thick glasses and shrinking manner, he would have already submitting a resume for possible employment at the Reporter. She continues on, lugging her heavy equipment.

Mustering up the last of his courage, he straightens his tie, combing his thick, ever so slightly graying hair, off his forehead. With notepad in hand, he presents his best journalistic look. “Please, Miss, I do not wish to be a pest…”

“You are about to achieve that very thing.”

“Allow me to introduce myself,” he extends his hand. “I am Harv Pearson from the Quincy Reporter.”

  “Quincy, Florida?”

“Yes.”

“I have read your pieces on the Gulf Coast hurricane. Very moving, I must say.” She frees a hand to return his formal greeting, reassessing him in the bargain. ‘Not so bad’ she thinks, now that he has been validated in her mind. It occurs to her that she values who a person is, rather than accepting them sight unseen. She still has a chance to correct that flaw in her character. Judith Eastman,” she offers simply, “and forgive me for my lack of manners. When I’m at a task, I tend to look past other present matters.”

She flashes an absolutely charming smile, heretofore masked by her tunnel vision.

With her hand still in his, Harv’s mind is busy wondering if she may be, “George Eastman’s daughter?

“You flatter me, sir; sister yes, daughter no. But a good guess nonetheless and no doubt because you are up on things.”

“I do try… is it Miss Eastman?” She nods for him, which is a concession for her, considering she still wears a gold band on her left ring finger, even though she has been divorced for going on ten years. Judith does not harbor many particular fond memories of the mistake variety, but the ring allows editing of potential suitors, at least the ones who care respect marital status. Harv Pearson never bothered to look, a case of dumb luck. “I truly believe that photographic pictures will take the delivery of news to a higher plain.”

“We think that as well, Mister Pearson.”

“Make that Harv and the Eastman vision in the discipline goes without saying.” Judith’s family is to photography, as the oceans are to water.

“I’m not sure about my artistic expertise, but I do take new equipment to the field. That’s why I am here, testing a commercial version of my brother’s hand held box camera.” She underscores her role in the success of the Eastman Dry Plate and Film Company, now Eastman Kodak.


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1918 Spanish Influenza –THE LIFE & TIMES OF A BLACK SOUTHERN DOCTOR — (End Chapter 11 Balance of Power)

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What she finds at home will not comfort her.

____The Life and Times of a Black Southern Doctor                                                                                        239

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“Harv is very sick,” tells brother, George Eastman, wearing a surgeon’s mask who greets her along with her old dog.

“Hello, Frisky,” she acknowledges her faithful pet. “Sick? Where?
Paris?”

“No, he came home four days after you left, seemed fine and
sorely happy to be back, even worked at the office for a couple
of weeks.” George gathers the courage he will need. “Then that
damned flue hit him from out of nowhere. I found him in bed when
the magazine called me wondering if I had seen him.”

“And I was across the country, oh what kind of wife can I be!?” She
is distraught. “Why didn’t he let us know he was coming home . . . .
I would not have gone away.”

“He is upstairs. The hospitals are full. Here, put this on, we don’t
need anyone else sick.” He hands her a mask.

“Is it that bad? I mean if the hospitals are full, that would be
thousands.”

“Didn’t you read the papers in California?” George asks like she
came from another planet.

“No, had no time, just heard talk of us winning some big battles
in Europe.”

“11,000 dead in Philadelphia alone.”

A picture of people giving treatment to an influenza patient during the 1918 Spanish flu pandemic.

She hangs her head. “That is why the streets are deserted, isn’t
it?”

“People are afraid to talk to anybody. And poor Harv, he was
shaken badly when he came home, only ten men survived on the
Navy ship he crossed the ocean in. He was putting together a story
when it got him.”

“Oh, my God—I want to see him,” she rushes to his side.

“You may not recognize him, lost a lot of weight, and he sleeps
all day, it’s all I can do to get him to take in fluids, but I think he’s
getting a little better.” George Eastman, the inventor of the Kodak
camera, a captain of the photographic industry, reduces himself to
nursemaid, helping his brother-in-law cling to life. “The good news is
that he has made it past the first day. Most people who die go fast,
mostly younger too.”

George Eastman

“He’s got a strong heart . . . . oh, Harv I am so sorry I wasn’t
here for you, can you ever forgive me?” She kneels beside their bed,
sobbing, not expecting an answer.

____240 Gwendolyn Hoff

“Do you think I would die without being able to ask my partner
why she abandoned our magazine, to be a movie star no less?” Harv
Pearson’s speech is slow, but lucid.

“I can’t hug you yet, you rascal, but when I can, look out.” She
looks back at George, mouthing a hearty, ‘thank you’.

Alarming Flu Statistcs

The Spanish influenza leaves as quickly as it had struck, erasing
thirty million lives along the way, in time to allow dancing in the
streets when the Armistice is signed and the Great War ends on
November 11th.

The balance of power has shifted . . . . for now.

History (Wikipedia)

The close quarters and massive troop movements of World War I hastened the pandemic and probably both increased transmission and augmented mutation; the war may also have increased the lethality of the virus. Some speculate the soldiers’ immune systems were weakened by malnourishment, as well as the stresses of combat and chemical attacks, increasing their susceptibility.[13]
Academic Andrew Price-Smith has made the controversial argument that the virus helped tip the balance of power in the later days of the war towards the Allied cause. He provides data that the viral waves hit the Central Powers before they hit the Allied powers, and that both morbidity and mortality in Germany and Austria were considerably higher than in Britain and France.[14]
A large factor in the worldwide occurrence of this flu was increased travel. Modern transportation systems made it easier for soldiers, sailors, and civilian travelers to spread the disease.[15]
In the United States, the disease was first observed in Haskell County, Kansas, in January 1918, prompting local doctor Loring Miner to warn the U.S. Public Health Service’s academic journal. On 4 March 1918, company cook Albert Gitchell reported sick at Fort Riley, Kansas. By noon on 11 March 1918, over 100 soldiers were in the hospital.[16] Within days, 522 men at the camp had reported sick.[17]By 11 March 1918 the virus had reached Queens, New York.[18]
In August 1918, a more virulent strain appeared simultaneously in Brest, Brittany-France, in Freetown, Sierra Leone, and in the U.S. in Boston, Massachusetts. The Allies of World War I came to call it the Spanish flu, primarily because the pandemic received greater press attention after it moved from France to Spain in November 1918. Spain was not involved in the war and had not imposed wartime censorship.[19]

Turn Around Judith Eastman

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Turn Around Judith Eastman

     Turn around, Judith Eastman and say goodbye to the simple
life. Remember when: you were much unattached, you would test
cameras for your brother, and you went home to a darkened flat
with Frisky eagerly awaiting his chance to relieve himself.

     The world revolves from night to day, revealing Harv Pearson
and a budding national magazine. One has stolen your heart, the
other your serene settled existence. She hurriedly piles her waist
length hair on top of her pretty head in advance of greeting her
house mate on this clear, chilly November day. She will find him on
the daybed in her living room, just as she does on a daily basis. There
are fewer and fewer true gentlemen in the States, indeed the world,
where in France a Frenchman would bed two women and then have
his lunch. Not Harv Pearson, no. He is a throwback, yes, but Judith
loves him for it. There is much to be said for waiting to consummate
a relationship, even if everyone and her brother probably assume the
juicy incorrect.

     This is the big day. Dressed in her finest blue taffeta gown, she
prepares to greet Herbert Love and the young Ferrells at a continental
eatery in the Rochester Arms, the stylish hotel that will house the
out-of-town players in the inauguration of the Pearson-Eastman
Journal.

“Judith, where did you put my gray suit?” Harv wonders.

“Do you mean the one you wear with that red bow tie? Not
today. I bought you one of those new tuxedos. It’s hanging in the
hall closet.”

“We will look like a best man and maid of honor at a
wedding!”
____The Life and Times of a Black Southern Doctor 163

   “Perhaps you will acquire some ideas from the occasion.” Judith
is hinting at a Pearson Journal, if it were not for the marquee value
of her Eastman tag. “You see, George promised me he would have
one of his assistants capture the moment for us—and you know how
distinguished George looks for business.”

“Does he sleep with a three piece suit on?”

“NO! He merely looks the part of the world’s leading inventor.”

Period.

Pearson withholds citing the surnames Bell and Edison, Ford and
other cutting edge innovators. He keeps in mind that, before he
arrived on the scene, Judith’s respect and admiration centered on her
famous brother. He will muster up as much distinguished as a veteran
news hound can. It’s not like he doesn’t cut a fine figure of a man, it’s
just the stigma attached to what some folks have labeled “monkey
suits”. And there is nothing like his tweed coat, cotton shirt and yes,
a neatly tied red bow tie.

“What time is our meeting?” He changes the subject.
The doorbell rings from below.

Judith beckons through the voice pipe, “Who is it?”

“It is me, dear.” His voice echoes up the tube to the second floor.

“Quick, get dressed Harv,” she chastens. “I will be right down to
get you, George.”

“I hear the early inventor catches the worm . . . . good gracious
Jude, is he in the Greenland time zone?”

“Be kind, Harv. I cannot remember when I’ve seen him so
excited.”

“You mean more than when he developed the high speed
shutter?”

   “Oh, you smarty pants!”

Eastman Kodak Beginnings

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Eastman Kodak Beginnings

  

Eastman Kodak Company, commonly known as Kodak, is an American multinationalimaging and photographic equipment, materials and services company headquartered inRochester, New York, United States and incorporated in New Jersey.[3] It was founded byGeorge Eastman in 1888.

Eastman Kodak Building, Rochester NY

George Eastman (July 12, 1854 – March 14, 1932) was an American innovator and entrepreneur who founded the Eastman Kodak Company and popularized the use of roll film, helping to bring photography to the mainstream. Roll film was also the basis for the invention of motion picture film in 1888 by the world’s first film-makers Eadweard Muybridge and Louis Le Prince, and a few years later by their followers Léon BoulyThomas Edison, the Lumière Brothers, and Georges Méliès.

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