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Monday, April 28, 2008
Times They Are Changing
Times are changing, and what we are seeing now is the progress.
Progress does not mean it is good or bad.
The words "times are changing" almost always bring to my head the Bob Dylan's song "The Times They Are A-Changin".
From message to the long-distant colleague (BL) on occasion of the retirement.
P.S. Is flexibility an ability to survive under an enormous pressure?
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Lyrics
The Times They Are A-Changing
Bob Dylan
Released: Feb 10, 1964
Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside
And it is ragin'.
It'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin'.
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'.
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin'.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'.
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Progress does not mean it is good or bad.
The words "times are changing" almost always bring to my head the Bob Dylan's song "The Times They Are A-Changin".
From message to the long-distant colleague (BL) on occasion of the retirement.
P.S. Is flexibility an ability to survive under an enormous pressure?
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Lyrics
The Times They Are A-Changing
Bob Dylan
Released: Feb 10, 1964
Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside
And it is ragin'.
It'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin'.
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'.
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin'.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'.
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Monday, April 7, 2008
Who Writes Blogs
Do people write blogs because they have too much time? :)
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Lyrics
Lonely Boy
Paul Anka
I'm just a lonely boy, lonely and blue
I'm all alone with nothin' to do
I've got everything you could think of
But all I want is someone to love
Someone, yes, someone to love, someone to kiss
Someone to hold at a moment like this
I'd like to hear somebody say
"I'll give you my love each night and day"
Somebody, somebody, somebody, please send her to me
I'll make her happy, just wait and see
I prayed so hard to the heavens above
That I might find someone to love
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Lyrics
Lonely Boy
Paul Anka
I'm just a lonely boy, lonely and blue
I'm all alone with nothin' to do
I've got everything you could think of
But all I want is someone to love
Someone, yes, someone to love, someone to kiss
Someone to hold at a moment like this
I'd like to hear somebody say
"I'll give you my love each night and day"
Somebody, somebody, somebody, please send her to me
I'll make her happy, just wait and see
I prayed so hard to the heavens above
That I might find someone to love
Friday, March 28, 2008
Emacs Psychoterapist
After a hard week I turned to emacs psychoterapist. It helped...
This is an authentic dialog with GNU Emacs 21.3.1 psychoterapist
I am the psychotherapist. Please, describe your problems. Each time
you are finished talking, type RET twice.
kuku
Can you elaborate on that?
miau-miau
Why do you say miau miau?
Because I'm a cat
Is it because you are a cat that you came to me?
No, I came here because I spot on emacs
Emacs? Hah! I would appreciate it if you would continue.
Well, I'll try it
Earlier you said you are a cat?
Yes, but would like to be a Cat
Does it bother you that would like to be a cat?
Yes, I would be afraid of dogs
What makes you believe you are afraid of dogs?
Usually cats are afraid of dogs, don't you know this?
You seem terrified by dogs.
No, I am just afraid of
When did you first feel frightened by something?
When I ran emacs for the first time
What would happen if you ran emacs for the first time?
I would be frightened
Are you sure that you are scared of something?
No, I would have a cup of coffee
Maybe your plans have something to do with this.
Can I have a cup of coffee?
Is it because of your life that you say can you have a cup of coffee?
I dare to say, it is a rather stupid question
You mentioned that you are a cat?
Do you remember this?
Is it because of the people you hang around with that you are going through all this?
Sorry, my daughter just came in
Do you really think sorry your daughter just came in?
No, I am not sorry, I am happy
Do you get happy often?
Every time when she comes in, is it often?
What happened when she comes in is it often?
Every time when she comes in, I am happy
Do you enjoy being happy?
Oh, yes! Do you?
What makes you think would like to be a cat?
Can you forgot about this cat?
How do you reconcile the people me hang around with that I am going through all this?
Can I write down this dialogue?
Is it because of problems at school that you say can you write down this dialogue?
No, I am going to post it on my blog
Earlier you said you were afraid of dogs?
Can you forget about dogs?
Perhaps this has something to do with any hobbies you have?
Do you know what is blog?
Why do you say do I know what is blog?
I sad I am going to post this dialog on my blog
You mentioned that you were afraid of dogs?
Will you kindly forget dogs?
Possibly your sex life are related to this.
Is it your ultimate argument?
Is it because of hangups you have that you say is it my ultimate argument?
I see that you turn from difficult questions to sex. Why?
Perhaps you could continue.
Should I continue about sex?
Tell me about something about your sexual history.
On, I see sex is your favorite topic
Please, talk about your sex life...
Friday, March 14, 2008
Book Indexes
During last weeks I happened to make the indexes for three books on optics and some related fields. The books are:
Advances in Imaging and Electron Physics, vol. 151,
edited by Peter W. Hawkes
Nonlinear Optics,
by Robert W. Boyd, 3rd edition
Structured Light and Its Applications: An Introduction to Phase-Structured Beams and Nanoscale Optical Forces,
David L. Andrews (editor)
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Lyrics
If Only (Jeff Christie)
Tony Christie
1st verse
If only you were not so far away
I would come to you, I surely would
If only I could find the words to say
I could speak my mind, and you would know
Chorus
If only, if only
There was a way
If only, I knew the reason
But I don't, so I just sing this song for you
2nd verse
If only I had silver wings, I'd fly
If it could be so, I'd be with you
If only time was on my side, I'd try
Nothing would keep me away from you
Repeat chorus
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Tony Christie (born Anthony Fitzgerald, 25 April 1943) is an English male singer from Conisbrough, South Yorkshire.
Site on Tony Christie
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Advances in Imaging and Electron Physics, vol. 151,
edited by Peter W. Hawkes
Nonlinear Optics,
by Robert W. Boyd, 3rd edition
Structured Light and Its Applications: An Introduction to Phase-Structured Beams and Nanoscale Optical Forces,
David L. Andrews (editor)
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Lyrics
If Only (Jeff Christie)
Tony Christie
1st verse
If only you were not so far away
I would come to you, I surely would
If only I could find the words to say
I could speak my mind, and you would know
Chorus
If only, if only
There was a way
If only, I knew the reason
But I don't, so I just sing this song for you
2nd verse
If only I had silver wings, I'd fly
If it could be so, I'd be with you
If only time was on my side, I'd try
Nothing would keep me away from you
Repeat chorus
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Tony Christie (born Anthony Fitzgerald, 25 April 1943) is an English male singer from Conisbrough, South Yorkshire.
Site on Tony Christie
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Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Domicela Mockus - Data at Ellis Island
Peter D. Regis wrote:
My father settled in Rumford, Maine where my brother, Stanley, and
I were born and raised. My mother's name was Domicele Mockus.
Here are the data about Domicela Mockus I found at Ellis Island:
The line 26 of the ship manifest says that Domicela Mockus died in hospital:
The search of similar names (Mockute, Mackus, Mackute) gave no results.
This means that either there are no data about the Peter D. Regis' mother Domicele Mockus at Ellis Island or his mother carried another name.
My father settled in Rumford, Maine where my brother, Stanley, and
I were born and raised. My mother's name was Domicele Mockus.
Here are the data about Domicela Mockus I found at Ellis Island:
The line 26 of the ship manifest says that Domicela Mockus died in hospital:
The search of similar names (Mockute, Mackus, Mackute) gave no results.
This means that either there are no data about the Peter D. Regis' mother Domicele Mockus at Ellis Island or his mother carried another name.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Peter D. Regis' Father (?) - Data at Ellis Island
I tried to find some data about the arrival of Peter D. Regis' father to US at Ellis Island.
Peter D. Regis wrote:
From what I learned from my late father, he came from Telsiu. I have letters sent to him from Justina Vaitkene residing in Telsiu Rajonas. My father's surname was changed to Regis by his brother Jerry who preceded him to the US.
That means:
Name: Anton Kriszus;
Arrived: Apr 18, 1903;
Last place of residence: Telahy;
Age at arrival: 18 years;
Marital status: single.
The date of arrival is consistent with the age of Peter D. Regis. It follows from his letter, that he was born in 1913. However "Telahy" is not consistent with what is told by Peter D. Regis: there is no such "Telahy" in Lithuania.
"More information about the passenger" was the following (manifest line 0001):
In these pictures one can read: The first 6 manifest lines tell about people which arrived from the Lithuania (in the today understanding). Some of them (registered in the manifest lines 3 and 5) arrived from "Telshy" or "Telschy". This sounds more near to "Telsiu". We can conclude that "Telahy" is just a misspelling. Not surprising as handwriting was not very accurate. From these pictures we can read more interesting details about Anton Kriszus.
In one previous post we see that the father of Peter D. Regis was named as Peter Regis or Petras Krizius
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Lyrics
Small Town Boy
Bronski Beat
The Age of Consent
Jimmy Somerville, Larry Steinbachek and Steve Bronski, 1984
You leave in the morning
With everything you own
In a little black case
Alone on a platform
The wind and the rain
On a sad and lonely face
Mother will never understand
Why you had to leave
But the answers you seek
Will never be found at home
The love that you need
Will never be found at home
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.
Pushed around and kicked around
Always a lonely boy
You were the one
That theyd talk about around town
As they put you down
And as hard as they would try
Theyd hurt to make you cry
But you never cried to them
Just to your soul
No you never cried to them
Just to your soul
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.
Cry , boy, cry...
You leave in the morning
With everything you own
In a little black case
Alone on a platform
The wind and the rain
On a sad and lonely face
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.
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Peter D. Regis wrote:
From what I learned from my late father, he came from Telsiu. I have letters sent to him from Justina Vaitkene residing in Telsiu Rajonas. My father's surname was changed to Regis by his brother Jerry who preceded him to the US.
The search for Kryzius or Kriszus resulted in the following:
That means:Name: Anton Kriszus;
Arrived: Apr 18, 1903;
Last place of residence: Telahy;
Age at arrival: 18 years;
Marital status: single.
The date of arrival is consistent with the age of Peter D. Regis. It follows from his letter, that he was born in 1913. However "Telahy" is not consistent with what is told by Peter D. Regis: there is no such "Telahy" in Lithuania.
"More information about the passenger" was the following (manifest line 0001):
In these pictures one can read: The first 6 manifest lines tell about people which arrived from the Lithuania (in the today understanding). Some of them (registered in the manifest lines 3 and 5) arrived from "Telshy" or "Telschy". This sounds more near to "Telsiu". We can conclude that "Telahy" is just a misspelling. Not surprising as handwriting was not very accurate. From these pictures we can read more interesting details about Anton Kriszus.
In one previous post we see that the father of Peter D. Regis was named as Peter Regis or Petras Krizius
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Lyrics
Small Town Boy
Bronski Beat
The Age of Consent
Jimmy Somerville, Larry Steinbachek and Steve Bronski, 1984
You leave in the morning
With everything you own
In a little black case
Alone on a platform
The wind and the rain
On a sad and lonely face
Mother will never understand
Why you had to leave
But the answers you seek
Will never be found at home
The love that you need
Will never be found at home
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.
Pushed around and kicked around
Always a lonely boy
You were the one
That theyd talk about around town
As they put you down
And as hard as they would try
Theyd hurt to make you cry
But you never cried to them
Just to your soul
No you never cried to them
Just to your soul
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.
Cry , boy, cry...
You leave in the morning
With everything you own
In a little black case
Alone on a platform
The wind and the rain
On a sad and lonely face
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.
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Non-Hamiltonian and Dissipative Systems
Difference of the suggested book from others is consistent use of the functional analysis and operator algebras. To read the text, preliminary knowledge of these sections of mathematics is not required. All the necessary information, which is beyond usual courses of the mathematical analysis and linear algebra, is included.
To describe the theory, we use the fact that quantum and classical mechanics are connected not only by limiting transition, but also realized by identical mathematical structures. A common basis to formulate the theory is an assumption that classical and quantum mechanics are different representations of the same totality of mathematical structures, i.e., the so-called Dirac correspondence principle. For construction of quantum theory, we consider mathematical concepts that are the general for Hamiltonian and non-Hamiltonian systems. Quantum dynamics is described by the one-parameter semi-groups and the differential equations on operator spaces and algebras. The Lie–Jordan algebraic structure, Liouville space and superoperators are used. It allows not only to consistently formulate the evolution of quantum systems, but also to consider the dynamics of a wide class of quantum systems, such as the open, non-Hamiltonian, dissipative, and nonlinear systems. Hamiltonian systems in pure states are considered as special cases of quantum dynamical systems.
The closed, isolated and Hamiltonian systems are idealizations that are not observable and therefore do not exist in the real world. As a rule, any system is always embedded in some environment and therefore it is never really closed or isolated. Frequently, the relevant environment is in principle unobservable or is unknown. This would render the theory of non-Hamiltonian and dissipative quantum systems to a fundamental generalization of quantum mechanics. The quantum theory of Hamiltonian systems, unitary evolution, and pure states should be considered as special cases of the generalized approach.
Usually the quantum mechanics is considered as generalization of classical mechanics. In this book the quantum mechanics is formulated as a generalization of modern nonlinear dynamics of dissipative and non-Hamiltonian systems. The quantization of equations of motion for dissipative and non-Hamiltonian classical systems is formulated in this book. This quantization procedure allows one to derive quantum analogs of equations with regular and strange attractors. The regular attractors are considered as stationary states of non-Hamiltonian and dissipative quantum systems. In the book, the quantum analogs of the classical systems with strange attractors, such as Lorenz and Rössler systems, are suggested. In the text, the main attention is devoted to non-Hamiltonian and dissipative systems that have the wide possibility to demonstrate the complexity, chaos and self-organization.
The text is self-contained and can be used without introductory courses in quantum mechanics and modern mathematics. All the necessary information, which is beyond undergraduate courses of the mathematics, is presented in the book.
From Preface of "Non-Hamiltonian and Dissipative Systems"
by Vasily E. Tarasov.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Brownian Relativity
... this book is to propound that macromolecules in solution can be investigated by combining the theoretical structures of relativity and Brownian motion. “Brownian relativity” suggests that time and space in a Brownian system can be envisaged similar to the spacetime of Einstein’s relativity. Average size and characteristic time of a macromolecule fluctuating in a liquid are so explained by a Lorentz–FitzGerald length contraction and a time dilation rule, if the system is short-range correlated (or uncorrelated), and by an equivalence criterion for geometry and statistics whenever correlations are long-ranged. We have mainly focused on the universal scaling behavior and the conformational statistics exhibited by linear, flexible and homogeneous polymer chains, planning to look into further cases in the near future.
[“Macromolecules in Solution and Brownian Relativity” by Stefano A. Mezzasalma (Italy), 2008, Foreword]
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To my eye, it should be a very interesting and stimulating book.
Titles of chapters:
Classical and Relativistic Mechanics
The Special Theory of Brownian Relativity
The General Theory of Brownian Relativity
The Covariant Scaling of Probability
Fundamental Ideas for a Shape Mechanics
The book contains rich historical material. Attempts to apply great classical ideas to new fields of reality often give new life of some "forgotten" aspects of classical works. Thence attention to history of ideas.
Although "this book is addressed to any polymer scientist", the historical pages of the book could be interesting to any scholar.
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Lyrics
If We're Not Back In Love By Monday
Performed by Merle Haggard
Written by Sonny Throckmorton and Glenn Martin
(C) 1976 Tree Publishing
Verse 1:
We can call Mrs. Johnson to keep the kids a day or two.
Take the early flight to Florida, just the way we used to do.
Have room service bring us breakfast, make love all through the day.
If We're Not Back In Love By Monday, we can go our sep'rate ways.
Chorus:
If We're Not Back In Love By Monday we can't say we didn't try.
Just before we bury our love, Let's make sure we've let die.
Sleep a few more nights together, say the things we used to say
If We're Not Back In Love By Monday, we can go our sep'rate ways.
Verse 2:
We could find that little cafe with funny sounding name.
Get the table by the window, I'll say I love you once again.
If the vi'lin player's still there, we'll dance until the break of day.
If We're Not Back In Love By Monday, we can go our sep'rate ways.
Chorus
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[“Macromolecules in Solution and Brownian Relativity” by Stefano A. Mezzasalma (Italy), 2008, Foreword]
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To my eye, it should be a very interesting and stimulating book.
Titles of chapters:
Classical and Relativistic Mechanics
The Special Theory of Brownian Relativity
The General Theory of Brownian Relativity
The Covariant Scaling of Probability
Fundamental Ideas for a Shape Mechanics
The book contains rich historical material. Attempts to apply great classical ideas to new fields of reality often give new life of some "forgotten" aspects of classical works. Thence attention to history of ideas.
Although "this book is addressed to any polymer scientist", the historical pages of the book could be interesting to any scholar.
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Lyrics
If We're Not Back In Love By Monday
Performed by Merle Haggard
Written by Sonny Throckmorton and Glenn Martin
(C) 1976 Tree Publishing
Verse 1:
We can call Mrs. Johnson to keep the kids a day or two.
Take the early flight to Florida, just the way we used to do.
Have room service bring us breakfast, make love all through the day.
If We're Not Back In Love By Monday, we can go our sep'rate ways.
Chorus:
If We're Not Back In Love By Monday we can't say we didn't try.
Just before we bury our love, Let's make sure we've let die.
Sleep a few more nights together, say the things we used to say
If We're Not Back In Love By Monday, we can go our sep'rate ways.
Verse 2:
We could find that little cafe with funny sounding name.
Get the table by the window, I'll say I love you once again.
If the vi'lin player's still there, we'll dance until the break of day.
If We're Not Back In Love By Monday, we can go our sep'rate ways.
Chorus
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Monday, February 25, 2008
Peter D. Regis - Photos
There are photos from Peter D. Regis letter received in 1998.
On the back side of the first photo the following text is written by Regis' hand:
A photo of myself taken several years ago
On the back side of the second photo Peter D. Regis wrote:
My wife, Norma, when she was a singer and actress
in London, where she was born and lived
My wife, Norma, when she was a singer and actress
in London, where she was born and lived
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In the article on Buchenwald, we read that Regis "married Irene, an English singer". Apparently Regis' wife had two names.
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Saturday, February 23, 2008
Peter D. Regis - Commendation (1948)
This copy is also taken from the copy of the document
found in the letter by Peter D. Regis.
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found in the letter by Peter D. Regis.
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Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Peter D. Regis - France
This copy is taken from the copy of the document
found in the letter by Peter D. Regis.
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found in the letter by Peter D. Regis.
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Campagnes pour la libération de la France (1944-1945)
Décision No 1151
Le Général de Gaulle,
Président du Gouvernement provisoire de la République Française,
Cite à l'Ordre DE LA DIVISION
Captain Peter D. REGIS 01181421 Hq XX Corps
Pour services exceptionnels de Guerre rendus
au cours des opérations de libération de la France.
Cette Citation comporte l'attribution de la Croix de
Guerre avec Etoile d'Argent
P.A. le Général d'Armée JUIN
PARIS, le 30 Octobre 1945
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Tuesday, February 19, 2008
In Blogosphere
Two links to this blog are found.
"River Valley Reporter" is posting about people related to Rumford, ME. The link to letters by Peter D. Regis is given in the post
"Communication just one more helping" -- an intricate site to browse -- gives link to Peter D. Regis' memories about Buchenwald posted in this blog; the post dated by 14/02/2008
"River Valley Reporter" is posting about people related to Rumford, ME. The link to letters by Peter D. Regis is given in the post
"Communication just one more helping" -- an intricate site to browse -- gives link to Peter D. Regis' memories about Buchenwald posted in this blog; the post dated by 14/02/2008
Monday, February 18, 2008
Peter D. Regis - Designer
The article below is from the package I received from Peter D. Regis in 1998. The article is by Peter D. Regis himself. It was published in The Sporting Goods Dealer.
A note was sticked to the original pages of this article, written by Regis's hand:
I designed this building, interior fixtures and decor
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THE SPORTING GOODS DEALER / MAY, 1977, pp. 59-62
Highly Departmentalized Xen's Caters to Northern Sportsmen
By Peter Regis
Even though Xen's North Country Sporting Goods isn't scheduled to open in Bemidji, Minn., until June, trade scouts have already spread the word about its innovative merchandising concepts. Xen A. Stoner's new 8,000 square-foot store contains nothing that might be characterized as revolutionary, but does have notable features that set it apart from most contemporary sports shops.
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The textbox inside the article:
Team Produced Xen's North Country
Consultants and contractors in
the Xen's North Country Sporting Goods project included:
Special planning, Peter Regis, 49 Jupiter River Park, Jupiter, Fla., 33458;
Exterior design, Art Hedlund, Bemidji State University, Bemidji, Minn., 55403;
Consulting Engineers, Stuart & Walker Inc., Bemidji 56601;
Fixtures, Streater Division, Litton Industries, 26 North Fifth street, Minneapolis 55403;
Construction, Al Christianson, general contractor, Bemidji 56601;
Decor fabrication, Creations, Route 1, St. Cloud, Minn., 56301, and
Financial consultant, Greg Wermerskirchen, 101 South Lewis street, Shakopee, Minn., 55379.
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Xen's North Country Sporting Goods
Xen's $6,500 Weatherman console at left will compile up-to-the-minute data and display it by electronic digital readout
Take the meteorological center for example. There's nothing special about a sporing goods store serving up weather information for querying anglers and skiers, but how many of them have a $6,500 console with up-to-the-minute weather data compiled electronically and displayed visually by digital readout? And how about the 24-hour telephone answering service for weather, snow, fishing, and hunting conditions? Not only will Xen's provide these services, but the program calls for regular radio and TV announcements covering these and other areas of interest to the sportsman.
And then there's the bait shop, built as a separate wing to accommodate the fishing fraternity's dawn patrol. It warrants the close scrutiny of industry watchers because of its sophisticated refrigeration equipment and special tanks for preserving and displaying trophy fish.
Another new merchandising wrinkle that just may evoke appreciative praise from fisherfolk is the arrangement of the fishing department. Xen's has established a mini-department for each species of fish caught within a 200-mile radius of Bemidji. All the specialized gear for guys hooked on Northern Pike, for example, will be displayed on gondolas and wall cases reserved for that particular species. Even the need of youngsters has not bee overlooked -- a section set aside for panfish rods and lures.
In addition to the standard departments of a full-line sporting goods store -- ski, hockey, photo, hunting, clothing, camping, shoes and boots, and gifts -- Xen's hopes to corral a substantial hunk of the tourist trade, which supports more than 300 motels and lodges in this northern Minnesota resort area. A full-fledged art department featuring paintings and carvings by prominent Minnesota wildlife artists will be part of Xen's attraction to tourists.
Spotlight on Northern Sports
In fact, the whole idea of Xen's North Country Sporting Goods is centered on goods and services typical of the people and environment of this area.
"Stores everywhere have all kinds of things that capture the flavor of the nautical sailor or the western cowboy," says Stoner, "but try to find a store that has a line of products which are neither eastern nor western -- stores with a distinct North Country influence. We've tried to supply one that leads itself strictly to the North Country."
Stoner built his store around this marketing idea by assembling a team of specialists to do the job, rather than turn it over as a project to a single firm. His group was made up of a planning consultant, an interior designer, an accountant, and an architect.
Stoner Comes In As Novice
Stoner comes into this business with no experience in sporting goods retailing, but with solid credits as a marketing and business executive. Up until two years ago he was president and half-owner of Minneapolis-based Cat Pumps Corp., distributor of industrial high pressure water pumps. Prior to that he held various executive positions in life insurance, and in earlier days owned and operated a gasoline filling station and managed a hardware store. Two years in the U.S. Army Air Force as weather observer lends credence to supposition that Xen's meteorological station will be a successful operation.
After he made his decision to get into sporting goods, Stoner discovered that "the more I read and the more I learned about this business the more I found out I didn't know. But I did discover that fantastic things can be accomplish when you're not really aware of how tough the job might be."
His first accomplishments included a prime store site on Old Highway 71 three blocks outside the city limits of Bemidji (Population 12,900), and purchase of adjacent land "for more North Country business such as a gift store and cheese shop."
From then on it was a crash program to learn everything he could about the sporting goods industry and the design and construction of a viable store. He traveled thousands of miles, visited and closely examined dozens of shops, collared every store manager within reach to brain-drain him for information vital to his enterprise.
Consultants Prove Value
By the first of the year he had selected his team, delineated his sales and profit objectives, apprised the group of his ideas relative to the store's size, interior environment and merchandising system, set performance standards, established delivery and construction schedules, and on acknowledgement that his desires fully understood -- fired the starting gun.
The first element to emerge from the think tank was a merchandising system tailored to generate $400,000 in sales during the first year. Fishing and hunting were pegged to produce almost half of the projected volume, with skiing, sportswear, shoes, and gifts taking the lead to fill the rest of the quota.
"We set realistic, achievable goals on a month-to-month basis," said Stoner, "based on the best information obtainable. Actually the projections are tilted toward the conservative side to compensate for any unexpected developments."
A front-to-rear boulevard of paving tile essentially divides the sales floor in half. One side -- hunting, fishing and camping -- is generally fixtured for self selection with pay points established in the hunting department and the main entrance checkout station. The right half of the store is given over to clothing, shoes, skis, tennis and photo.
The gondola runs of the self-service area have been kept down to 16 feet to gain a balanced configuration and maintain integral traffic flow. Each steel-framed module is 61 inches high and has a spacious 22-inch base. Extension posts between the back panels of each unit may be raised to provide an additional two rows of shelving -- a welcome capability especially during the Christmas season.
Wood Gondolas Rough Sawed
Five floor units across the aisle in clothing and photo are custom-made gondolas fabricated of rough-sawed wood. A pair of clothing racks and two fitting rooms, both of matching design and materials, were made to blend with the store's interior design.
Checkout counters with flanking showcases have been positioned in hunting, photo, and the main entrance. All these fixtures have been specially designed to conform with the decor.
The interior environment of Xen's has a distinct North Country flavor. It is established initially by wood strakes of the portico at the outside entrance and repeated throughout the interior, particularly in the signing and panels above the cornice line. A canopy 14 feet long over the ski section features a roof of handcut shakes with interrupting vertical spaces of bright red to give the corner a measure of crisp vitality.
The weather station at the wall directly facing the main entrance is the first thing the shopper sees. A large animated sunburst mural, framed behind an arched canopy, dominates the decor elements of that whole section. Within the enclosure are the weather instruments that indicate wind speed, wind direction, temperature, barometric pressure, rainfall, solar radiation, humidity, and wind chill.
Handy to the ski wall is the entrance to an 8x12 work shop fully equipped with tools and benches for attaching bindings to skis or stringing tennis rackets. Next door is the team room -- Bemidji is a college town and members of the academic community are expected to be regular visitors to Xen's.
In addition, Bemidji attracts thousands tourists and is a favored spot for winter sportsmen. Many among the town's 12,000 year-round residents are hunters, skiers, fishermen and campers. The market for Xen's seems strong for seasonal lines and year-round equipment. The largest city for miles around, Bemidji is near some of Minnesota's largest lakes, with hundreds of smaller ones dotting the region's wooded countryside.
Right Place, Right Time
"I think, I'm doing the right thing at the right place and at the right time," declared Stoner. "My comprehensive survey and study had convinced me that there's no reason why a large, full-line sporting goods store can't be a glorious success in rural Minnesota. But it is paradoxical that this information seems to indicate that the same doesn't for other business such as auto sales, men's clothing or women's fashion shops."
Perhaps one of the biggest frustrations encountered by Stoner was the failure of product suppliers to follow up on his inquiries. "I left my card at 53 booths at the NSGA Show in Chicago and only two salesmen called on me. I sent out hundreds of letters, received dozens of responses with rep's names listed, but they never called on me." So he took his problem directly to the mountain -- letters to the company presidents. And "Wow! salesmen and reps started coming out of the woodwork. But it took some doing on my part."
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A note was sticked to the original pages of this article, written by Regis's hand:
I designed this building, interior fixtures and decor
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THE SPORTING GOODS DEALER / MAY, 1977, pp. 59-62
Highly Departmentalized Xen's Caters to Northern Sportsmen
By Peter Regis
Even though Xen's North Country Sporting Goods isn't scheduled to open in Bemidji, Minn., until June, trade scouts have already spread the word about its innovative merchandising concepts. Xen A. Stoner's new 8,000 square-foot store contains nothing that might be characterized as revolutionary, but does have notable features that set it apart from most contemporary sports shops.
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The textbox inside the article:
Team Produced Xen's North Country
Consultants and contractors in
the Xen's North Country Sporting Goods project included:
Special planning, Peter Regis, 49 Jupiter River Park, Jupiter, Fla., 33458;
Exterior design, Art Hedlund, Bemidji State University, Bemidji, Minn., 55403;
Consulting Engineers, Stuart & Walker Inc., Bemidji 56601;
Fixtures, Streater Division, Litton Industries, 26 North Fifth street, Minneapolis 55403;
Construction, Al Christianson, general contractor, Bemidji 56601;
Decor fabrication, Creations, Route 1, St. Cloud, Minn., 56301, and
Financial consultant, Greg Wermerskirchen, 101 South Lewis street, Shakopee, Minn., 55379.
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Xen's North Country Sporting Goods
Xen's $6,500 Weatherman console at left will compile up-to-the-minute data and display it by electronic digital readout
Take the meteorological center for example. There's nothing special about a sporing goods store serving up weather information for querying anglers and skiers, but how many of them have a $6,500 console with up-to-the-minute weather data compiled electronically and displayed visually by digital readout? And how about the 24-hour telephone answering service for weather, snow, fishing, and hunting conditions? Not only will Xen's provide these services, but the program calls for regular radio and TV announcements covering these and other areas of interest to the sportsman.
And then there's the bait shop, built as a separate wing to accommodate the fishing fraternity's dawn patrol. It warrants the close scrutiny of industry watchers because of its sophisticated refrigeration equipment and special tanks for preserving and displaying trophy fish.
Another new merchandising wrinkle that just may evoke appreciative praise from fisherfolk is the arrangement of the fishing department. Xen's has established a mini-department for each species of fish caught within a 200-mile radius of Bemidji. All the specialized gear for guys hooked on Northern Pike, for example, will be displayed on gondolas and wall cases reserved for that particular species. Even the need of youngsters has not bee overlooked -- a section set aside for panfish rods and lures.
In addition to the standard departments of a full-line sporting goods store -- ski, hockey, photo, hunting, clothing, camping, shoes and boots, and gifts -- Xen's hopes to corral a substantial hunk of the tourist trade, which supports more than 300 motels and lodges in this northern Minnesota resort area. A full-fledged art department featuring paintings and carvings by prominent Minnesota wildlife artists will be part of Xen's attraction to tourists.
Spotlight on Northern Sports
In fact, the whole idea of Xen's North Country Sporting Goods is centered on goods and services typical of the people and environment of this area.
"Stores everywhere have all kinds of things that capture the flavor of the nautical sailor or the western cowboy," says Stoner, "but try to find a store that has a line of products which are neither eastern nor western -- stores with a distinct North Country influence. We've tried to supply one that leads itself strictly to the North Country."
Stoner built his store around this marketing idea by assembling a team of specialists to do the job, rather than turn it over as a project to a single firm. His group was made up of a planning consultant, an interior designer, an accountant, and an architect.
Stoner Comes In As Novice
Stoner comes into this business with no experience in sporting goods retailing, but with solid credits as a marketing and business executive. Up until two years ago he was president and half-owner of Minneapolis-based Cat Pumps Corp., distributor of industrial high pressure water pumps. Prior to that he held various executive positions in life insurance, and in earlier days owned and operated a gasoline filling station and managed a hardware store. Two years in the U.S. Army Air Force as weather observer lends credence to supposition that Xen's meteorological station will be a successful operation.
After he made his decision to get into sporting goods, Stoner discovered that "the more I read and the more I learned about this business the more I found out I didn't know. But I did discover that fantastic things can be accomplish when you're not really aware of how tough the job might be."
His first accomplishments included a prime store site on Old Highway 71 three blocks outside the city limits of Bemidji (Population 12,900), and purchase of adjacent land "for more North Country business such as a gift store and cheese shop."
From then on it was a crash program to learn everything he could about the sporting goods industry and the design and construction of a viable store. He traveled thousands of miles, visited and closely examined dozens of shops, collared every store manager within reach to brain-drain him for information vital to his enterprise.
Consultants Prove Value
By the first of the year he had selected his team, delineated his sales and profit objectives, apprised the group of his ideas relative to the store's size, interior environment and merchandising system, set performance standards, established delivery and construction schedules, and on acknowledgement that his desires fully understood -- fired the starting gun.
The first element to emerge from the think tank was a merchandising system tailored to generate $400,000 in sales during the first year. Fishing and hunting were pegged to produce almost half of the projected volume, with skiing, sportswear, shoes, and gifts taking the lead to fill the rest of the quota.
"We set realistic, achievable goals on a month-to-month basis," said Stoner, "based on the best information obtainable. Actually the projections are tilted toward the conservative side to compensate for any unexpected developments."
A front-to-rear boulevard of paving tile essentially divides the sales floor in half. One side -- hunting, fishing and camping -- is generally fixtured for self selection with pay points established in the hunting department and the main entrance checkout station. The right half of the store is given over to clothing, shoes, skis, tennis and photo.
The gondola runs of the self-service area have been kept down to 16 feet to gain a balanced configuration and maintain integral traffic flow. Each steel-framed module is 61 inches high and has a spacious 22-inch base. Extension posts between the back panels of each unit may be raised to provide an additional two rows of shelving -- a welcome capability especially during the Christmas season.
Wood Gondolas Rough Sawed
Five floor units across the aisle in clothing and photo are custom-made gondolas fabricated of rough-sawed wood. A pair of clothing racks and two fitting rooms, both of matching design and materials, were made to blend with the store's interior design.
Checkout counters with flanking showcases have been positioned in hunting, photo, and the main entrance. All these fixtures have been specially designed to conform with the decor.
The interior environment of Xen's has a distinct North Country flavor. It is established initially by wood strakes of the portico at the outside entrance and repeated throughout the interior, particularly in the signing and panels above the cornice line. A canopy 14 feet long over the ski section features a roof of handcut shakes with interrupting vertical spaces of bright red to give the corner a measure of crisp vitality.
The weather station at the wall directly facing the main entrance is the first thing the shopper sees. A large animated sunburst mural, framed behind an arched canopy, dominates the decor elements of that whole section. Within the enclosure are the weather instruments that indicate wind speed, wind direction, temperature, barometric pressure, rainfall, solar radiation, humidity, and wind chill.
Handy to the ski wall is the entrance to an 8x12 work shop fully equipped with tools and benches for attaching bindings to skis or stringing tennis rackets. Next door is the team room -- Bemidji is a college town and members of the academic community are expected to be regular visitors to Xen's.
In addition, Bemidji attracts thousands tourists and is a favored spot for winter sportsmen. Many among the town's 12,000 year-round residents are hunters, skiers, fishermen and campers. The market for Xen's seems strong for seasonal lines and year-round equipment. The largest city for miles around, Bemidji is near some of Minnesota's largest lakes, with hundreds of smaller ones dotting the region's wooded countryside.
Right Place, Right Time
"I think, I'm doing the right thing at the right place and at the right time," declared Stoner. "My comprehensive survey and study had convinced me that there's no reason why a large, full-line sporting goods store can't be a glorious success in rural Minnesota. But it is paradoxical that this information seems to indicate that the same doesn't for other business such as auto sales, men's clothing or women's fashion shops."
Perhaps one of the biggest frustrations encountered by Stoner was the failure of product suppliers to follow up on his inquiries. "I left my card at 53 booths at the NSGA Show in Chicago and only two salesmen called on me. I sent out hundreds of letters, received dozens of responses with rep's names listed, but they never called on me." So he took his problem directly to the mountain -- letters to the company presidents. And "Wow! salesmen and reps started coming out of the woodwork. But it took some doing on my part."
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Thursday, February 14, 2008
Just Lyrics
George Baker Selection
Sing A Song Of Love
[1974]
Sing a song of love
Sing it and the sun will shine for you
Sing a song of love
It's a song that bring your dreams come true
Play it like you feel
It will never let you down, my friend
Sing a song of love
Yes, it will help you, when it comes right from your heart
Sing a song of love
Rhythm by the music of the sea
Sing a song of love
Sing it and forever you'll be free
Play it like you feel
I can hear the music in the air
Sing a song of love
Yes, it will help you, when it comes right from your heart
Can you hear the mandolines
The music softly playing in the wind
It is just a simple song
It's made for us so we can sing along
Sing a song of love
Sing it and the sun will shine for you
Sing a song of love
It's a song that bring your dreams come true
Play it like you feel
It will never let you down, my friend
Sing a song of love
Yes, it will help you, when it comes right from your heart
Sing a song of love
Yes, it will help you, when it comes right from your heart
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Milsap Ronnie
It Was Almost Like a Song
[1977]
Once in every life
Someone comes along
And you came to me
It was almost like a song
You were in my arms
Right where you belong
And we were so in love
It was almost like a song
January through December
We had such a perfect year
Then the flame became a dying ember
All at once you weren't here
Now my broken heart
Cries for you each night
And It's almost like a song
But it’s much too sad to write
Now my broken heart
Cries for you each night
And It's almost like a song
But it’s much too sad to write
It's too sad to write
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Sing A Song Of Love
[1974]
Sing a song of love
Sing it and the sun will shine for you
Sing a song of love
It's a song that bring your dreams come true
Play it like you feel
It will never let you down, my friend
Sing a song of love
Yes, it will help you, when it comes right from your heart
Sing a song of love
Rhythm by the music of the sea
Sing a song of love
Sing it and forever you'll be free
Play it like you feel
I can hear the music in the air
Sing a song of love
Yes, it will help you, when it comes right from your heart
Can you hear the mandolines
The music softly playing in the wind
It is just a simple song
It's made for us so we can sing along
Sing a song of love
Sing it and the sun will shine for you
Sing a song of love
It's a song that bring your dreams come true
Play it like you feel
It will never let you down, my friend
Sing a song of love
Yes, it will help you, when it comes right from your heart
Sing a song of love
Yes, it will help you, when it comes right from your heart
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Milsap Ronnie
It Was Almost Like a Song
[1977]
Once in every life
Someone comes along
And you came to me
It was almost like a song
You were in my arms
Right where you belong
And we were so in love
It was almost like a song
January through December
We had such a perfect year
Then the flame became a dying ember
All at once you weren't here
Now my broken heart
Cries for you each night
And It's almost like a song
But it’s much too sad to write
Now my broken heart
Cries for you each night
And It's almost like a song
But it’s much too sad to write
It's too sad to write
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Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Book about Colors and Optics
Have just finished making index of a volume on colors, optics, etc. It was a new experience. All the time I listened old good country music.
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Lyrics
Don't it Make My Brown Eyes Blue
Crystal Gayle (1977)
Don't know when I've been so blue
Don't know what's come over you
You've found someone new
And don't it make my brown eyes blue
I'll be fine when you're gone
I'll just cry all night long
Say it isn't true
And don't it make my brown eyes blue
Tell me no secrets, tell me some lies
Give me no reasons, give me alibis
Tell me you love me and don't make me cry
Say anything but don't say goodbye
I didn't mean to treat you bad
Didn't know just what I had
But, honey, now I do
And don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes blue
Don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes blue
Don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes blue
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Wild Side Of Life
Recorded by Hank Thompson (1952)
Written by Arlie A. Carter and William Warrem
You wouldn't read my letter if I wrote you
You asked me not to call you on the phone
But there's something I'm wanting to tell you
So I wrote it in the words of this song.
CHORUS:
I didn't know God made honky tonk angels
I might have known you'd never make a wife
You gave up the only one that ever loved you
And went back to the WILD SIDE OF LIFE.
The glamor of the gay night life has lured you
To the places where the wine and liquor flows
Where you wait to be anybody's baby
And forget the truest love you'll ever know.
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Lyrics
Don't it Make My Brown Eyes Blue
Crystal Gayle (1977)
Don't know when I've been so blue
Don't know what's come over you
You've found someone new
And don't it make my brown eyes blue
I'll be fine when you're gone
I'll just cry all night long
Say it isn't true
And don't it make my brown eyes blue
Tell me no secrets, tell me some lies
Give me no reasons, give me alibis
Tell me you love me and don't make me cry
Say anything but don't say goodbye
I didn't mean to treat you bad
Didn't know just what I had
But, honey, now I do
And don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes blue
Don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes blue
Don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes blue
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Wild Side Of Life
Recorded by Hank Thompson (1952)
Written by Arlie A. Carter and William Warrem
You wouldn't read my letter if I wrote you
You asked me not to call you on the phone
But there's something I'm wanting to tell you
So I wrote it in the words of this song.
CHORUS:
I didn't know God made honky tonk angels
I might have known you'd never make a wife
You gave up the only one that ever loved you
And went back to the WILD SIDE OF LIFE.
The glamor of the gay night life has lured you
To the places where the wine and liquor flows
Where you wait to be anybody's baby
And forget the truest love you'll ever know.
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Monday, February 4, 2008
Thoughts: Beauty and Truth
It was a word 'thoughts' which led me to Rich Geib's website.
More exactly, the sentence in green below attracted my attention to this site:
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty,"--that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Ode on a Grecian Urn
John Keats
One can believe that John Keats attributed this wisdom to Greeks. It is not surprising. Both truth and beauty are more ancient than Greeks.
However, there are much more things worth to read on the Rich Geib's site ...
More exactly, the sentence in green below attracted my attention to this site:
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty,"--that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Ode on a Grecian Urn
John Keats
One can believe that John Keats attributed this wisdom to Greeks. It is not surprising. Both truth and beauty are more ancient than Greeks.
However, there are much more things worth to read on the Rich Geib's site ...
Friday, February 1, 2008
Peter D. Regis - Letters
This is a copy of the letter by Peter D. Regis.
This is a copy of the sheet which shows the envelope of the letter by Peter D. Regis' father to his sister. The mark "This is the name and address of my father's sister" is written by Peter D. Regis. The sheet was enclosed in the above mentioned letter.
This is a copy of the sheet which shows the envelope of the letter by Peter D. Regis' father to his sister. The mark "This is the name and address of my father's sister" is written by Peter D. Regis. The sheet was enclosed in the above mentioned letter.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Peter D. Regis - South Africa
This is taken from unknown newspaper/journal.
It was sent to me by Peter D. Regis in 1998.
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UNKNOWN NEWSPAPER/JOURNAL
Diamond industry big in South Africa
by Peter Regis
Editor's Note: The following is the last in a series of stories on a most interesting trip to South Africa by Peter Regis, of Jupiter. Regis is a writer-lecturer and retired Lt. Colonel of the U.S. Army. The series provides an inside look at the uniquely different culture of the South Africa region.
The last leg of my visit to South Africa took me to Cape Town, 45 minutes by air from George. Normally, such a trip would take more time, but South African Airlines pilots seldom indulge themselves the luxury of long, slow decents in preparation for a landing. They drop to landing levels in a matter of seconds and touch-down with a minimum fuss or delay. The first stop on my agenda was Allied Diamond Cutters, arranged for my [me?] by Roger Murray of Kynsna. The firm was located on the second floor of an unpretentious building at the edge of town, its business sign almost concealed behind a large door at street level.
I fingered the button beside [... - missing text] was opened by an unsmiling man, behind a telescoping steel gate. He inquired my business and walked away without a word. Moments later, John Stoeke, one of the firm's two partners, appeared, and not until he had satisfied himself as to my identity did he admit me.
"We are obliged to take extreme security measures in this business," Stoeke explained. At his desk he recounted the murder in 1975 of Louis Ziszovits, one of the trade's well-known personalities. "Louis was carrying hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of cut diamonds when he was killed in Antwerp. His face was completely disfigured by acid."
Victor Eiserman, Sto[e]ke's partner of 31 years, joined the discussion and declared that Allied Cutters sold diamonds only to wholesalers. "In this industry," he said, "all deals are made in dollars, but the payoff is made in the currency of the land. In South Africa's Rands."
Every few weeks, Stoeke, as the firm's licensee, responds to a Kimberly invitation to view a "sight" -- a packaged quota of uncut diamonds prepared for Allied by the BeBeers Diamond Mining Company. "We pay for the stones in advance," said Stoeke, "and take delivery a few days later in Cape Town. In South Africa one may literally walk about freely with a pocket full of cut diamonds, but row stock may only be possessed by properly licensed individuals."
From an office safe Stoeke [... - missing text] them looked like a pair of four-sided pyramids joined at the base. "This is their natural state," he pointed out. "We get about 45 percent from the rough for a finished diamond. In our shop, most of our production is the round -- or brilliant -- diamonds."
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It was sent to me by Peter D. Regis in 1998.
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UNKNOWN NEWSPAPER/JOURNAL
Diamond industry big in South Africa
by Peter Regis
Editor's Note: The following is the last in a series of stories on a most interesting trip to South Africa by Peter Regis, of Jupiter. Regis is a writer-lecturer and retired Lt. Colonel of the U.S. Army. The series provides an inside look at the uniquely different culture of the South Africa region.
The last leg of my visit to South Africa took me to Cape Town, 45 minutes by air from George. Normally, such a trip would take more time, but South African Airlines pilots seldom indulge themselves the luxury of long, slow decents in preparation for a landing. They drop to landing levels in a matter of seconds and touch-down with a minimum fuss or delay. The first stop on my agenda was Allied Diamond Cutters, arranged for my [me?] by Roger Murray of Kynsna. The firm was located on the second floor of an unpretentious building at the edge of town, its business sign almost concealed behind a large door at street level.
I fingered the button beside [... - missing text] was opened by an unsmiling man, behind a telescoping steel gate. He inquired my business and walked away without a word. Moments later, John Stoeke, one of the firm's two partners, appeared, and not until he had satisfied himself as to my identity did he admit me.
"We are obliged to take extreme security measures in this business," Stoeke explained. At his desk he recounted the murder in 1975 of Louis Ziszovits, one of the trade's well-known personalities. "Louis was carrying hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of cut diamonds when he was killed in Antwerp. His face was completely disfigured by acid."
Victor Eiserman, Sto[e]ke's partner of 31 years, joined the discussion and declared that Allied Cutters sold diamonds only to wholesalers. "In this industry," he said, "all deals are made in dollars, but the payoff is made in the currency of the land. In South Africa's Rands."
Every few weeks, Stoeke, as the firm's licensee, responds to a Kimberly invitation to view a "sight" -- a packaged quota of uncut diamonds prepared for Allied by the BeBeers Diamond Mining Company. "We pay for the stones in advance," said Stoeke, "and take delivery a few days later in Cape Town. In South Africa one may literally walk about freely with a pocket full of cut diamonds, but row stock may only be possessed by properly licensed individuals."
From an office safe Stoeke [... - missing text] them looked like a pair of four-sided pyramids joined at the base. "This is their natural state," he pointed out. "We get about 45 percent from the rough for a finished diamond. In our shop, most of our production is the round -- or brilliant -- diamonds."
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Friday, January 25, 2008
Peter D. Regis - Memories of Patton
Below is another fragment taken from unknown newspaper/journal.
It was sent to me by Peter D. Regis in 1998.
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UNKNOWN NEWSPAPER/JOURNAL
Peter Regis tells memories of Patton
by Richard Quinby
Journal Staff Writer
Peter Regis, a Lt. Colonel and five year resident of Jupiter, can speak with authority on a wide variety of subjects.
Regis has been a newspaper reporter, owner and editor, travel writer and one of the top store builders and designers in the United States.
Regis was also press officer for the 20th Armoured Corps during World War II. The Corps functioned as a spearhead for the Third Army, commanded by one of the most colorful, competent and controversial generals of the war -- General George Patton.
Regis was often in close contact with the General and had the opportunity to observe him under a wide variety of circumstances.
In an interview with Regis, he recalls what stands out in his mind about the General.
"Patton was all-confidence, at times arrogant and overbearing, and one of the greatest field commanders of the war," Regis begins. "He was also a great student and a scholar of military history, and a very religious man."
"Patton had enormous presence. When he walked into a room he filled it up with Patton... He dominated everything and he always had an opinion. He was forceful, at times quite humourous and always very persuasive," Regis said.
It's hard to tell after talking with Regis whether Patton played a role simply because it was expected of him, or because he was inseparable from the part.
Regis' first encounter with Patton came during a meeting in Knutsford, England. Patton made it a point to explain to all present about his famous pistols that he always wore. "These are not pearl handles," Regis recalls the General saying. "They're ivory, and I don't wear them because I like them; I wear them because they are part of the image."
The pistols may have been part of the role, but is absolute coolness under fire seemed real enough to Regis.
He recalls that the rapid advance of the Third Army through Europe was impeded by a flooded Moselle River. Two bridges needed to be constructed, one for the infantry and another for the tanks. "We walked across the infantry bridge to the bridgehead," Regis recalls.
The situation was far from stabilized as the Germans had only been driven back about four hundred yards. Patton and Regis turned their attention to the tank bridge which still had another hundred yards to be built, when "Mortar fire started coming in," recalls Regis.
Everyone immediately threw themselves flat on the ground, except Patton. Regis remembers looking up from the ground and watching an immobile, impassive Patton standing just as before the shelling.
Regis wasn't sure how to evaluate Patton's response to the danger, but he remembers thinking that the ground was the wisest place to be since "shells have on them -- 'to whom it may concern.'"
"Patton just did not have the type of fear that we did under fire ... He had more control of his nerves," Regis says.
The Third Army had a "frozen press" says Regis, because they did not want the Germans to know the movements of the Army or even the fact that Patton was in France. Regis' corps was dubbed the "ghost corps" by the Germans.
Since radio contact between corps headquarters and the divisions was prohibited, Regis often served as combat liaison officer. During a mission, he cracked up his jeep and spent some time in the hospital tent in Vitre, France.
Regis remembers peeking out from beneath the rolled up canvas siding to see the approach of a jeep flying the three star general flag on one fender and the Third Army flag on the other. Patton entered the tent and, according to Regis, there was a tangible tenseness in the air. Regis guesses that perhaps this was partially due to the soldier's awareness of the famous slapping incident in Africa. (Patton slapped a hospitalized soldier who was diagnosed as suffering from battle fatigue).
Patton walked through the tent, recognized Regis and bellowed out. "What the hell are you doing here. Better get yourself out of bed because we're well the hell out there," Patton's comment had the whole tent laughing and the tension disappeared, says Regis.
After the war a recreational area for the troops was set up in Thionville, France. Soldiers were brought in by convoy to indulge in some of the luxuries they had been denied during the war.
Patton wanted the best for his troops and he made sure ...
(Continued on page 9)
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Unfortunately, there was no continuation in what I received.
It was sent to me by Peter D. Regis in 1998.
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UNKNOWN NEWSPAPER/JOURNAL
Peter Regis tells memories of Patton
by Richard Quinby
Journal Staff Writer
Peter Regis, a Lt. Colonel and five year resident of Jupiter, can speak with authority on a wide variety of subjects.
Regis has been a newspaper reporter, owner and editor, travel writer and one of the top store builders and designers in the United States.
Regis was also press officer for the 20th Armoured Corps during World War II. The Corps functioned as a spearhead for the Third Army, commanded by one of the most colorful, competent and controversial generals of the war -- General George Patton.
Regis was often in close contact with the General and had the opportunity to observe him under a wide variety of circumstances.
In an interview with Regis, he recalls what stands out in his mind about the General.
"Patton was all-confidence, at times arrogant and overbearing, and one of the greatest field commanders of the war," Regis begins. "He was also a great student and a scholar of military history, and a very religious man."
"Patton had enormous presence. When he walked into a room he filled it up with Patton... He dominated everything and he always had an opinion. He was forceful, at times quite humourous and always very persuasive," Regis said.
It's hard to tell after talking with Regis whether Patton played a role simply because it was expected of him, or because he was inseparable from the part.
Regis' first encounter with Patton came during a meeting in Knutsford, England. Patton made it a point to explain to all present about his famous pistols that he always wore. "These are not pearl handles," Regis recalls the General saying. "They're ivory, and I don't wear them because I like them; I wear them because they are part of the image."
The pistols may have been part of the role, but is absolute coolness under fire seemed real enough to Regis.
He recalls that the rapid advance of the Third Army through Europe was impeded by a flooded Moselle River. Two bridges needed to be constructed, one for the infantry and another for the tanks. "We walked across the infantry bridge to the bridgehead," Regis recalls.
The situation was far from stabilized as the Germans had only been driven back about four hundred yards. Patton and Regis turned their attention to the tank bridge which still had another hundred yards to be built, when "Mortar fire started coming in," recalls Regis.
Everyone immediately threw themselves flat on the ground, except Patton. Regis remembers looking up from the ground and watching an immobile, impassive Patton standing just as before the shelling.
Regis wasn't sure how to evaluate Patton's response to the danger, but he remembers thinking that the ground was the wisest place to be since "shells have on them -- 'to whom it may concern.'"
"Patton just did not have the type of fear that we did under fire ... He had more control of his nerves," Regis says.
The Third Army had a "frozen press" says Regis, because they did not want the Germans to know the movements of the Army or even the fact that Patton was in France. Regis' corps was dubbed the "ghost corps" by the Germans.
Since radio contact between corps headquarters and the divisions was prohibited, Regis often served as combat liaison officer. During a mission, he cracked up his jeep and spent some time in the hospital tent in Vitre, France.
Regis remembers peeking out from beneath the rolled up canvas siding to see the approach of a jeep flying the three star general flag on one fender and the Third Army flag on the other. Patton entered the tent and, according to Regis, there was a tangible tenseness in the air. Regis guesses that perhaps this was partially due to the soldier's awareness of the famous slapping incident in Africa. (Patton slapped a hospitalized soldier who was diagnosed as suffering from battle fatigue).
Patton walked through the tent, recognized Regis and bellowed out. "What the hell are you doing here. Better get yourself out of bed because we're well the hell out there," Patton's comment had the whole tent laughing and the tension disappeared, says Regis.
After the war a recreational area for the troops was set up in Thionville, France. Soldiers were brought in by convoy to indulge in some of the luxuries they had been denied during the war.
Patton wanted the best for his troops and he made sure ...
(Continued on page 9)
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Unfortunately, there was no continuation in what I received.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Peter D. Regis - Memories of WWII
Below is the article reset from the newspaper clipping Peter D. Regis sent me in 1998.
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THE PALM BEACH POST -- Sunday, April 9, 1995
Buchenwald: Memories of Death Remain
by Mary Jane Fine
Palm Beach Post Staff Writer
50 years later WWII
Fifty years ago Tuesday, press officer Peter Regis drove into the Nazi concentration camp hours after its liberation
Fifty years ago, Peter Regis witnessed history. He walked through its horror chambers. He took its picture with his ever-present Speed Graphic.
Regis was a former newspaperman at the time, a veteran newshound who hailed from central Maine, a press officer in Gen. George Patton's 3rd Army. And on the April day when Capt. Regis entered Buchenwald, just hours after its liberation, he kept an observer's distance.
In his arid telling, the account takes on a surreal quality: One man, riding alone in his jeep, drives west from the town of Weimar, two, three, four miles, and happens upon a huge encampment wound round with barbed wire. He drives through the entrance -- Was there an archway? He thinks so -- and parks the jeep. Inside the first building he encounters, men wearing striped pajamas rush to surround him, hugging and kissing him in joyous gratitude.
Regis was the man in the jeep, and the surviving concentration inmates of Buchenwald concentration camp flooded him with words. In Polish. In German. In Dutch. He understood none of them, heard only a babble of voices. He hugged them back, wondering as he did what diseases they might harbor.
***
He is 82 now, a taciturn man with a down-easter's reserve and frugal speech. He keeps his voice flat and emotionless, lets his intelligence sketch his story. At the dinning room table of his Jupiter mobile home, he sits surrounded by photo albums, snapshots, old letters and folding map of Germany.
"Here's Weimar," he says, tapping the center of the map. "Buchenwald is probably 3 and 4 miles from here."
At that point on the map, he has printed in block letters with black ink: "SS Lv 1:30 11 Apr. Buchenwald." The Nazi SS troops left the death camp at 1:30 on the 11th of April, 1945.
Later on that afternoon -- or perhaps the next morning; he can't be sure -- Regis, out on a reconnaissance mission, happened upon the hellish camp.
Until that day, that moment, he hadn't known it existed.
He told himself he had seen worse, and, if such things can be measured, perhaps he had. Just a few days earlier, he had seen the death pit of Ohrdruf, the first concentration camp liberated by the Allies. The pit measured perhaps 100 yards long by 150 feet wide, 25 feet deep. It was filled with bodies, all of them naked. His first sight of what, until then, only had been rumored.
"The effect was enormous," he says in his understated way. "These were ordinary people, just like us, treated with contempt. Treated like debris."
And then came Buchenwald with its emaciated prisoners who walked around bewildered or weeping "because crying was the last comfort they could fall back on."
Regis didn't cry. It would have been a disgrace, he says, for a soldier to weep in front of his comrades. And there was this: "I'd seen so many things," he says, slowly, groping for a way to describe what he felt. "Decapitated soldiers. Body parts distributed all over a battlefield. Everything seemed to be flat. Actually, I didn't know how to react. I just couldn't gather my thoughts."
"What kind of horrible, distorted mind did you have to have to do something like that?" he asks, a half-century later. "I can see where an individual might do crazy things, but a culture, a whole society, was doing it."
He stayed at Buchenwald for three days , during which the horrors mounted. He wandered into a roomful of children lying in bed, small human experiments injected by the Nazis with diseases. He found a room -- "the size of this," he says, gesturing toward his brightly attractive living room -- where the Nazis had hung death masks of dead prisoners on every wall. He saw the crematorium, its ovens still warm, skeletons visible inside.
Wherever he went, he snapped pictures, his camera a shield between him and the terrible sights he saw.
"I never tried to forget what I saw," Regis says. "It didn't fade over time."
Within months, the war ended. His memories endured.
A year later, he married Irene, an English singer he'd met when she was entertaining American soldiers at a club in Heidelberg. The couple stayed in Europe for several years before moving to the United States, where Regis built a career in public relations. They moved around -- to Maine, Boston, New York, Minneapolis -- until his retirement in 1970 and subsequent move to Florida.
Over the years, he and Irene visited Europe often, but he never returned to the places that might have stirred up the past, never took her to see the ground he had trod as a soldier.
But he did share with her the words of a prisoner, a Dutch Jew who had approach him just before he left Buchenwald, handing him a yellow sheet of paper covered with writing in Dutch.
In English, the man explained that it was his account of the final days of hours of Buchenwald. Regis took it, put it away for the day when a translator allowed the Dutchman's words -- stiff and awkward in the poor translation -- to speak to him for the first time.
"The chimneys of the Crematorium smoked all the time now," the man had written. And, at the end of his account, this:
"10 April. The commandant ordered again all the men to come at 10 o'clock at the main-place. By groups of 10,000 they should be evacuate[d]. We receive now plenty of food. The whole kitchen must be empty.
11 April. There are still 22,000 men in the camp. Again the order for all men to leave at 12. The whole morning the American airplanes are cirkling over the camp. At 10 minutes to twelve, the Germans give "Feindalarm" and we are all happy because we know that our friends are near the camp.
At 12:30 all the SS-men were ordered to leave the camp. Now we are all afraid, for we suppose that they will annihilate now the whole camp. But nothing happens. At 13:30 the SS-men leave the camp."
Regis can still re-read those words and summon up the April day when he first glimpsed Buchenwald from his jeep.
He struggles to explain how it is now to think back on that time. The images are strong -- indelible, even without the reinforcement of his snapshots -- but the long-ago feelings elude him.
"What has faded," he says at last, "is my memory of my reaction when I saw those things."
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THE PALM BEACH POST -- Sunday, April 9, 1995
Buchenwald: Memories of Death Remain
by Mary Jane Fine
Palm Beach Post Staff Writer
50 years later WWII
Fifty years ago Tuesday, press officer Peter Regis drove into the Nazi concentration camp hours after its liberation
Fifty years ago, Peter Regis witnessed history. He walked through its horror chambers. He took its picture with his ever-present Speed Graphic.
Regis was a former newspaperman at the time, a veteran newshound who hailed from central Maine, a press officer in Gen. George Patton's 3rd Army. And on the April day when Capt. Regis entered Buchenwald, just hours after its liberation, he kept an observer's distance.
In his arid telling, the account takes on a surreal quality: One man, riding alone in his jeep, drives west from the town of Weimar, two, three, four miles, and happens upon a huge encampment wound round with barbed wire. He drives through the entrance -- Was there an archway? He thinks so -- and parks the jeep. Inside the first building he encounters, men wearing striped pajamas rush to surround him, hugging and kissing him in joyous gratitude.
Regis was the man in the jeep, and the surviving concentration inmates of Buchenwald concentration camp flooded him with words. In Polish. In German. In Dutch. He understood none of them, heard only a babble of voices. He hugged them back, wondering as he did what diseases they might harbor.
***
He is 82 now, a taciturn man with a down-easter's reserve and frugal speech. He keeps his voice flat and emotionless, lets his intelligence sketch his story. At the dinning room table of his Jupiter mobile home, he sits surrounded by photo albums, snapshots, old letters and folding map of Germany.
"Here's Weimar," he says, tapping the center of the map. "Buchenwald is probably 3 and 4 miles from here."
At that point on the map, he has printed in block letters with black ink: "SS Lv 1:30 11 Apr. Buchenwald." The Nazi SS troops left the death camp at 1:30 on the 11th of April, 1945.
Later on that afternoon -- or perhaps the next morning; he can't be sure -- Regis, out on a reconnaissance mission, happened upon the hellish camp.
Until that day, that moment, he hadn't known it existed.
He told himself he had seen worse, and, if such things can be measured, perhaps he had. Just a few days earlier, he had seen the death pit of Ohrdruf, the first concentration camp liberated by the Allies. The pit measured perhaps 100 yards long by 150 feet wide, 25 feet deep. It was filled with bodies, all of them naked. His first sight of what, until then, only had been rumored.
"The effect was enormous," he says in his understated way. "These were ordinary people, just like us, treated with contempt. Treated like debris."
And then came Buchenwald with its emaciated prisoners who walked around bewildered or weeping "because crying was the last comfort they could fall back on."
Regis didn't cry. It would have been a disgrace, he says, for a soldier to weep in front of his comrades. And there was this: "I'd seen so many things," he says, slowly, groping for a way to describe what he felt. "Decapitated soldiers. Body parts distributed all over a battlefield. Everything seemed to be flat. Actually, I didn't know how to react. I just couldn't gather my thoughts."
"What kind of horrible, distorted mind did you have to have to do something like that?" he asks, a half-century later. "I can see where an individual might do crazy things, but a culture, a whole society, was doing it."
He stayed at Buchenwald for three days , during which the horrors mounted. He wandered into a roomful of children lying in bed, small human experiments injected by the Nazis with diseases. He found a room -- "the size of this," he says, gesturing toward his brightly attractive living room -- where the Nazis had hung death masks of dead prisoners on every wall. He saw the crematorium, its ovens still warm, skeletons visible inside.
Wherever he went, he snapped pictures, his camera a shield between him and the terrible sights he saw.
"I never tried to forget what I saw," Regis says. "It didn't fade over time."
Within months, the war ended. His memories endured.
A year later, he married Irene, an English singer he'd met when she was entertaining American soldiers at a club in Heidelberg. The couple stayed in Europe for several years before moving to the United States, where Regis built a career in public relations. They moved around -- to Maine, Boston, New York, Minneapolis -- until his retirement in 1970 and subsequent move to Florida.
Over the years, he and Irene visited Europe often, but he never returned to the places that might have stirred up the past, never took her to see the ground he had trod as a soldier.
But he did share with her the words of a prisoner, a Dutch Jew who had approach him just before he left Buchenwald, handing him a yellow sheet of paper covered with writing in Dutch.
In English, the man explained that it was his account of the final days of hours of Buchenwald. Regis took it, put it away for the day when a translator allowed the Dutchman's words -- stiff and awkward in the poor translation -- to speak to him for the first time.
"The chimneys of the Crematorium smoked all the time now," the man had written. And, at the end of his account, this:
"10 April. The commandant ordered again all the men to come at 10 o'clock at the main-place. By groups of 10,000 they should be evacuate[d]. We receive now plenty of food. The whole kitchen must be empty.
11 April. There are still 22,000 men in the camp. Again the order for all men to leave at 12. The whole morning the American airplanes are cirkling over the camp. At 10 minutes to twelve, the Germans give "Feindalarm" and we are all happy because we know that our friends are near the camp.
At 12:30 all the SS-men were ordered to leave the camp. Now we are all afraid, for we suppose that they will annihilate now the whole camp. But nothing happens. At 13:30 the SS-men leave the camp."
Regis can still re-read those words and summon up the April day when he first glimpsed Buchenwald from his jeep.
He struggles to explain how it is now to think back on that time. The images are strong -- indelible, even without the reinforcement of his snapshots -- but the long-ago feelings elude him.
"What has faded," he says at last, "is my memory of my reaction when I saw those things."
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Friday, January 18, 2008
Everybody Buys Somebody Sometimes
This time Sun buys MySQL. Well, of course it is business. Yet, reading a discussion about Ruby I got the feeling that the open source is just a sand box where ideas are grown. They are harvested when mature. Some of them even earlier, for any sake ...
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Lyrics (double)
Everybody Loves Somebody Sometime
Words & Music by Irving Taylor & Ken Lane
Recorded by Dean Martin, 1964
Everybody loves somebody sometime,
Everybody falls in love somehow;
Something in your kiss just told me
My sometime is now.
Everybody finds somebody someplace;
There's no telling where love may appear.
Something in my heart keeps saying
My someplace is here.
Bridge:
If I had it in my power,
I'd arrange for every girl to have your charms;
Then, every minute, every hour,
Every boy would find what I found in your arms.
Everybody loves somebody sometime,
And although my dream was over-due,
Your love made it well worth waiting
For someone like you.
(Last time)
For someone . . . like you.
***
Raphael
Desmejorado
Album - De Vuelta (2003)
Hay gente para todo
hay cosas que se cuentan
y parecen ciertas.
Es cuestión de hormonas
dicen que se van
pero se quedan.
Yo sigo igual
sigo tal cual
quizás desmejorado
y el arrabal amargo en el paladar.
Nunca pasar una semana
con la misma neura
hicieron de mí
una copla perversa.
Estabais ausentes
cuando dormía
¿me habré perdido algo? Quizás
las monedas de plata desprendidas
del beso al carcelero de mi corazón.
Yo sigo igual
sigo tal cual
quizás desmejorado
que no quede nunca el papel deshabitado.
Otro ritmo, otro compás
rimas de mar
el gran teatro del mundo
debe continuar.
Si no nos entra la locura
(llamando al planeta loco)
mientras se esfuma la espera
habrá que dar la guerra por perdida
y volver a los placeres prohibidos
o privados para los necesitados.
Yo sigo igual
sigo tal cual
quizás desmejorado
y el arrabal amargo en el paladar
otro ritmo, otro compás
rimas de mar
el gran teatro del mundo
debe continuar.
===
Lyrics (double)
Everybody Loves Somebody Sometime
Words & Music by Irving Taylor & Ken Lane
Recorded by Dean Martin, 1964
Everybody loves somebody sometime,
Everybody falls in love somehow;
Something in your kiss just told me
My sometime is now.
Everybody finds somebody someplace;
There's no telling where love may appear.
Something in my heart keeps saying
My someplace is here.
Bridge:
If I had it in my power,
I'd arrange for every girl to have your charms;
Then, every minute, every hour,
Every boy would find what I found in your arms.
Everybody loves somebody sometime,
And although my dream was over-due,
Your love made it well worth waiting
For someone like you.
(Last time)
For someone . . . like you.
***
Raphael
Desmejorado
Album - De Vuelta (2003)
Hay gente para todo
hay cosas que se cuentan
y parecen ciertas.
Es cuestión de hormonas
dicen que se van
pero se quedan.
Yo sigo igual
sigo tal cual
quizás desmejorado
y el arrabal amargo en el paladar.
Nunca pasar una semana
con la misma neura
hicieron de mí
una copla perversa.
Estabais ausentes
cuando dormía
¿me habré perdido algo? Quizás
las monedas de plata desprendidas
del beso al carcelero de mi corazón.
Yo sigo igual
sigo tal cual
quizás desmejorado
que no quede nunca el papel deshabitado.
Otro ritmo, otro compás
rimas de mar
el gran teatro del mundo
debe continuar.
Si no nos entra la locura
(llamando al planeta loco)
mientras se esfuma la espera
habrá que dar la guerra por perdida
y volver a los placeres prohibidos
o privados para los necesitados.
Yo sigo igual
sigo tal cual
quizás desmejorado
y el arrabal amargo en el paladar
otro ritmo, otro compás
rimas de mar
el gran teatro del mundo
debe continuar.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Food Songs or Love Songs?
There were some posts with no lyrics. It should be corrected.
Recently I spot on a post "It seems there are no songs about barbecue. How sad". Fortunately there is a song about barbecue, see below.
The topic of food in songs is discussed also in 500 Songs About Food and Food songs, for example. It would a great project to collect lyrics of such songs... :)
Anyway, most of "food" songs are just love songs, as usually :)
I heard and loved "Pickin' a Chickin" by Eve Boswell before I read the above mentioned post.
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Lyrics
Pickin' a Chickin
Words and music - Paddy Roberts, Derek Bernfield & Garfield De Mortimer
[1955]
Come to the barbecue and sit by my side
We couldn't choose a better night if we tried
Can't you imagine what a thrill it will be
Pickin' a chicken with me
It's so romantic, the moon up above
Is extra bright on a night such as this
Pullin' a wishbone with someone you love
Is almost certain to end with a kiss
So come to the barbecue, my darling my dear
I'm so in love with you and when you are near
I get a feeling that forever you'll be
Pickin' a chicken with me
It's so romantic, the moon up above
Is extra bright on a night such as this,
Pullin' a wishbone with someone you love
Is almost certain to end with a kiss
So come to the barbecue, my darling my dear,
I'm so in love with you and when you are near
I get a feeling that forever you'll be
Pickin' a chicken with me
Pickin' a chicken with me
Pickin' a chicken with me
Source: www.JustSomeLyrics.com
Recently I spot on a post "It seems there are no songs about barbecue. How sad". Fortunately there is a song about barbecue, see below.
The topic of food in songs is discussed also in 500 Songs About Food and Food songs, for example. It would a great project to collect lyrics of such songs... :)
Anyway, most of "food" songs are just love songs, as usually :)
I heard and loved "Pickin' a Chickin" by Eve Boswell before I read the above mentioned post.
===
Lyrics
Pickin' a Chickin
Words and music - Paddy Roberts, Derek Bernfield & Garfield De Mortimer
[1955]
Come to the barbecue and sit by my side
We couldn't choose a better night if we tried
Can't you imagine what a thrill it will be
Pickin' a chicken with me
It's so romantic, the moon up above
Is extra bright on a night such as this
Pullin' a wishbone with someone you love
Is almost certain to end with a kiss
So come to the barbecue, my darling my dear
I'm so in love with you and when you are near
I get a feeling that forever you'll be
Pickin' a chicken with me
It's so romantic, the moon up above
Is extra bright on a night such as this,
Pullin' a wishbone with someone you love
Is almost certain to end with a kiss
So come to the barbecue, my darling my dear,
I'm so in love with you and when you are near
I get a feeling that forever you'll be
Pickin' a chicken with me
Pickin' a chicken with me
Pickin' a chicken with me
Source: www.JustSomeLyrics.com
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Self-Expression
Some people express themselves by speaking loudly and waving their arms about. If you don’t understand, they just yell at you louder and louder until you give in and pretend to understand.
[From a book review on the internet.]
[From a book review on the internet.]
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Peter D. Regis - Continuing
To: <...>
Date: Thu, 11 Sep 1997 10:39:34 -0400
Subject: Continuing
From: rumford*at*juno*dot*com (Peter D Regis)
Dear zzz,
I think my age and hierarchal family status permits me to address you by your first name.
Discovering you was easy. I located you in the Zimaitis Web home page.
Frankly, it has been only recently that I have given serious consideration to my Lithuanian relatives and forebares. Maybe it can be attributed to wisdom one acquires from experience and old age. At any rate, I think we can look forward to some interesting and revealing exchanges, even though we discover that we are not related.
I would like very much to discover where my father was born. There must be a record of his birth, either in church records or town documents. Anything you can do to help will be greatly appreciated.
If we discover that we are closely related, and there is a young family member whose career could be enhanced by our efforts, all this would be very worth while.
Yours sincerely, Peter Regis
===
It seems that was the last e-mail received from Peter D. Regis. Some time later I received the letter via surface mail, see previous post. This letter contained some documents and excerpts enclosed.
Date: Thu, 11 Sep 1997 10:39:34 -0400
Subject: Continuing
From: rumford*at*juno*dot*com (Peter D Regis)
Dear zzz,
I think my age and hierarchal family status permits me to address you by your first name.
Discovering you was easy. I located you in the Zimaitis Web home page.
Frankly, it has been only recently that I have given serious consideration to my Lithuanian relatives and forebares. Maybe it can be attributed to wisdom one acquires from experience and old age. At any rate, I think we can look forward to some interesting and revealing exchanges, even though we discover that we are not related.
I would like very much to discover where my father was born. There must be a record of his birth, either in church records or town documents. Anything you can do to help will be greatly appreciated.
If we discover that we are closely related, and there is a young family member whose career could be enhanced by our efforts, all this would be very worth while.
Yours sincerely, Peter Regis
===
It seems that was the last e-mail received from Peter D. Regis. Some time later I received the letter via surface mail, see previous post. This letter contained some documents and excerpts enclosed.
Peter D. Regis - Follow-up
To: <...>
Date: Mon, 8 Sep 1997 05:19:03 -0400
Subject: Follow-up
From: rumford*at*juno*dot*com (Peter D Regis)
My father's Lithuanian surname is Kryzius, as is that of my uncle Jerry, as we called him. Another brother Walter (Bladus) settled in Chicago. Both had children whom I have met. I have a Russian military document which excused my father from military service in the Russian army. I'll send you a copy, along with copies of letters my father received years ago from his sister.
I am 84 years of age and still quite active. I have shelves loaded with note books containing material I have written during my career. We have a home in Florida and spend much time in Europe, mostly Austria and Bavaria. But we'll get into details at a later time.
We have no children, but my brother had a son named Peter. He must be about your age and lives in Gloucester, Mass. Up until he was 30 he spent most of his life in Asia, the Middle East, and Cairo. He was educated in private schools in Switzerland, Spain, Japan, and Taiwan. Speaks and writes fluently in French, Spanish, and Chinese - but no Lithuanian. I'll arrange for him to contact you via e-mail. I predict there'll be a lively exchange between the two of you in the years ahead.
Tracing our lineage promises to be a project the three of us can pursue with enthusiasm. Send me your mailing address so that I may get my material out to you without delay.
Best regards,
Peter D Regis
===
Again, a shortened version of my replay:
From: Self <...>
To: rumford*at*juno*dot*com (Peter D Regis)
Re: Follow-up
Date sent: Thue, 11 Sep 1997 13:21:29 +0300
Dear Mr. Peter D. Regis,
Your intention to send copies of some documents or letters from your family archive imposes a great responsibility on me and is very exciting. I would like to ask you how you found me in this world <...>
<...>
If you are going to send more than a simple letter, I prefer the institutional address. But if you do not trust institutions you can use may home address.
<...>
Best regards, zzz
Date: Mon, 8 Sep 1997 05:19:03 -0400
Subject: Follow-up
From: rumford*at*juno*dot*com (Peter D Regis)
My father's Lithuanian surname is Kryzius, as is that of my uncle Jerry, as we called him. Another brother Walter (Bladus) settled in Chicago. Both had children whom I have met. I have a Russian military document which excused my father from military service in the Russian army. I'll send you a copy, along with copies of letters my father received years ago from his sister.
I am 84 years of age and still quite active. I have shelves loaded with note books containing material I have written during my career. We have a home in Florida and spend much time in Europe, mostly Austria and Bavaria. But we'll get into details at a later time.
We have no children, but my brother had a son named Peter. He must be about your age and lives in Gloucester, Mass. Up until he was 30 he spent most of his life in Asia, the Middle East, and Cairo. He was educated in private schools in Switzerland, Spain, Japan, and Taiwan. Speaks and writes fluently in French, Spanish, and Chinese - but no Lithuanian. I'll arrange for him to contact you via e-mail. I predict there'll be a lively exchange between the two of you in the years ahead.
Tracing our lineage promises to be a project the three of us can pursue with enthusiasm. Send me your mailing address so that I may get my material out to you without delay.
Best regards,
Peter D Regis
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Again, a shortened version of my replay:
From: Self <...>
To: rumford*at*juno*dot*com (Peter D Regis)
Re: Follow-up
Date sent: Thue, 11 Sep 1997 13:21:29 +0300
Dear Mr. Peter D. Regis,
Your intention to send copies of some documents or letters from your family archive imposes a great responsibility on me and is very exciting. I would like to ask you how you found me in this world <...>
<...>
If you are going to send more than a simple letter, I prefer the institutional address. But if you do not trust institutions you can use may home address.
<...>
Best regards, zzz
Peter D. Regis - Introduction
To: <...>
Date: Tue, 28 Aug 1997 07:29:16 -0400
Subject: Introduction
From: rumford*at*juno*dot*com (Peter D Regis)
Dear zzz,
I was delighted to receive your response to my e-mail query. I'm sure it will lead to much discussion in the future.
From what I learned from my late father, he came from Telsiu. I have letters sent to him from Justina Vaitkene residing in Telsiu Rajonas My father's surname was changed to Regis by his brother Jerry who preceded him to the US.
My father settled in Rumford, Maine where my brother, Stanley, and
I were born and raised. My mother's name was Domicele Mockus.
I became a newspaper reporter, editor, publisher and public relations executive. I served in the US Army for twelve years and saw combat in Europe as a member of the staff of General George C. Patton.
I retired in the rank of Lieutenant Colonel. My late brother served with the Flying Tigers in Chine, and after the war he joined Bendix International and was in charge of the company's operations in Asia, the Middle East and Africa. Twenty years of his life was spent overseas. He has a son who lives in Massachusetts.
My wife, Norma, was a musical theater singer and actress in London where she was born. We were married in Heidelburg, Germany, where I was stationed after the war ended.
It is possible that we are related. I looking forward to your replay.
Petras Kryzius (Peter D Regis)
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Here is a shortened version of my replay:
From: Self <...>
To: rumford*at*juno*dot*com (Peter D Regis)
Re: Introduction
Date sent: Mon, 8 Sep 1997 09:20:04 +0300
Dear Mr. Peter D. Regis,
here is what I am able to tell you about myself and my origin: <...>
<...>
One can guess that you and my father could be cousins. To check this hypothesis, you should tell me what was the Lithuanian name of your father and the Lithuanian name of your uncle Jerry. Then I will be able to ask my father what he remembers about brothers of his father.
With kind regards, zzz
Date: Tue, 28 Aug 1997 07:29:16 -0400
Subject: Introduction
From: rumford*at*juno*dot*com (Peter D Regis)
Dear zzz,
I was delighted to receive your response to my e-mail query. I'm sure it will lead to much discussion in the future.
From what I learned from my late father, he came from Telsiu. I have letters sent to him from Justina Vaitkene residing in Telsiu Rajonas My father's surname was changed to Regis by his brother Jerry who preceded him to the US.
My father settled in Rumford, Maine where my brother, Stanley, and
I were born and raised. My mother's name was Domicele Mockus.
I became a newspaper reporter, editor, publisher and public relations executive. I served in the US Army for twelve years and saw combat in Europe as a member of the staff of General George C. Patton.
I retired in the rank of Lieutenant Colonel. My late brother served with the Flying Tigers in Chine, and after the war he joined Bendix International and was in charge of the company's operations in Asia, the Middle East and Africa. Twenty years of his life was spent overseas. He has a son who lives in Massachusetts.
My wife, Norma, was a musical theater singer and actress in London where she was born. We were married in Heidelburg, Germany, where I was stationed after the war ended.
It is possible that we are related. I looking forward to your replay.
Petras Kryzius (Peter D Regis)
===
Here is a shortened version of my replay:
From: Self <...>
To: rumford*at*juno*dot*com (Peter D Regis)
Re: Introduction
Date sent: Mon, 8 Sep 1997 09:20:04 +0300
Dear Mr. Peter D. Regis,
here is what I am able to tell you about myself and my origin: <...>
<...>
One can guess that you and my father could be cousins. To check this hypothesis, you should tell me what was the Lithuanian name of your father and the Lithuanian name of your uncle Jerry. Then I will be able to ask my father what he remembers about brothers of his father.
With kind regards, zzz
Peter D. Regis - Contact
To: <...>
Date: Tue, 26 Aug 1997 08:38:20 -0400
Subject: Contact
From: rumford*at*juno*dot*com (Peter D Regis)
I tried to reach you via e-mail over a month ago,
apparently without success.
If this transmission reaches you,
please replay as soon as you can.
Petras Kryzius
===
For whatever reason I did not receive any e-mail from Peter D. Regis before.
My answer was short:
From: Self <...>
To: rumford*at*juno*dot*com (Peter D Regis)
Re: Contact
Date sent: Thu, 28 Aug 1997 08:45:46 +0300
Your message reached me.
Date: Tue, 26 Aug 1997 08:38:20 -0400
Subject: Contact
From: rumford*at*juno*dot*com (Peter D Regis)
I tried to reach you via e-mail over a month ago,
apparently without success.
If this transmission reaches you,
please replay as soon as you can.
Petras Kryzius
===
For whatever reason I did not receive any e-mail from Peter D. Regis before.
My answer was short:
From: Self <...>
To: rumford*at*juno*dot*com (Peter D Regis)
Re: Contact
Date sent: Thu, 28 Aug 1997 08:45:46 +0300
Your message reached me.
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