Archive for March, 2012
Reservation for “None”- Lorain 365- Spitzer Hotel
The two lassies of Lorain who have started their own –Lorain 365 2chix 2pix every day
http://lorain365.wordpress.com/
published the above photo a couple of days ago- and one of the comments made
“This is really sad to think all the people who participated in events at the hotel and now it just sits there with the silenced piano”
All the people who participated……. took me back to a happier time and Burlington Bertie and “High Tea” – the picture from the front page of the “Tempo/ Arcade” entertainment Morning Journal magazine is somewhat wrinkled but then again so am I now……..
Yes that was a time when the piano accompanied “high tea” and a shabby Burlington Bertie surrounded by china, and silver and twinkling crystals in the lobby… and now Burlington Bertie – well both the actress and the hotel are worn, frayed, and forlorn and what is left is the diminishing echoes of laughter , good times, songs on a now silent piano
The Spitzer Hotel as it is now:
http://www.locophotogblog.com/?p=269
but other actresses will play Burlington Bertie- “HE” will be resurrected – as for the Hotel………. who can say ?
NOTE:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burlington_Bertie
“Burlington Bertie” is a music hall song composed by Harry B. Norris in 1900 and sung by Vesta Tilley. It concerns an aristocratic young idler who pursues a life of leisure in the West End of London.
This song was parodied in the now-much-better-known “Burlington Bertie from Bow” (1915) credited to William Hargreaves and sung by his wife, Ella Shields, who performed the song whilst dressed in male attire. Unlike the original song, Bertie’s pretensions to gentility are belied by his residence in Bow, in the poverty-stricken East End of London, though his status as an idler ironically links him to the leisured aristocratic class, who reside in the West End.
Betty Grable in the part of vaudevillian Myrtle McKinley Burt performed the song in the musical film Mother Wore Tights (1947).[1]
Julie Andrews, also dressed in male attire, gave another rendition of the song in the film Star! (1968).
It was sung on episode 201 of The Muppet Show by a custom Bertie Muppet performed by Jerry Nelson.
At the Royal Variety Performance in 1981, it was performed in the customary male evening dress by Anita Harris, who brought the house down with the line “I’ve just had a banana with Lady Diana” from the Buckingham Palace verse of the song. Although the Diana was originally Lady Diana Cooper, Prince Charles had married Lady Diana Spencer earlier in the year.
The two songs about Burlington Bertie are both predecessors of Irving Berlin’s song “A Couple of Swells”. In all three songs, a woman dressed in a ragged form of male finery brags about how well connected in society “he” is, while clearly demonstrating an actual state of poverty.
I’m Bert
( shortened version as I performed the the piece for the afternoon teas at the hotel)
P’raps you’ve heard of me Bert You’ve had word of me, Plodding along Hearty and strong Living on plates of fresh air I dress up in fashion And when I am feeling depressed I shave from my cuff all the whiskers and fluff Stick my hat on and toddle up West
I’m Burlington Bertie I rise at ten thirty and saunter along like a toff I walk down the Strand with my gloves on my hand Then I walk down again with them off I’m all airs and graces, correct easy paces Without food so long, I’ve forgot where my face is I’m Bert, Bert, I haven’t a shirt But my people are well off you know. Nearly everyone knows me from Smith to Lord Rosebr’y, I’m Burlington Bertie from Bow.
I’m Burlington Bertie I rise at ten thirty – My pose, Tho’ ironical Shows That my monocle Holds up my face, keeps it in place, Stops it from slipping away. Cigars, cigars, I smoke thousands, I usually deal in The Strand But you’ve got to take care when you’re getting them there Or some idiot might step on your hand.
I’m Burlington Bertie I rise at ten thirty And Buckingham Palace I view. I stand in the yard while they’re changing the guard And the queen shouts across “Toodle oo”! The Prince of Wales’ brother along with some other Slaps me on the back and says “Come and see Mother” I’m Bert, Bert, and royalty’s hurt, When they ask me to dine I say no. I’ve just had a banana with Lady Diana I’m Burlington Bertie from Bow.
Open Letter to the Board of Trustees of the American Psychiatric Association and to the DSM 5 Task Force
An update from Dr. Joanne Cacciatore on yesterday’s post:
https://thatwoman.wordpress.com/2012/03/20/a-parents-grief-apa-diagnosis-you-are-mentally-ill/
“Two weeks ago, I wrote a blog opposing the DSM 5’s proposal to reduce the DSM IV bereavement exclusion.
This blog has since gone viral in the most incredible way- 100,000 readers within its first few weeks. It seems that this proposal is experienced as an outrageous insult by the very people it is intended to help”
Please see the full letter here:
http://drjoanne.blogspot.com/2012/03/open-letter-regarding-dsm-5.html
and also from :
Allen Frances, M.D., was chair of the DSM-IV Task Force and of the department of psychiatry at Duke University School of Medicine, Durham, NC. He is currently professor emeritus at Duke
Up until now, the leadership of the American Psychiatric Association has stubbornly defended the indefensible DSM 5 proposal that would turn normal grief into clinical depression. APA has blithely ignored the contrary scientific evidence; the unified opposition of 47 professional organizations; 2 eloquent editorials in the Lancet; and critical articles in more than 100 newspapers from all around the world. The meager counter-arguments offered by the APA and DSM 5 leadership reveal how badly they have lost touch with clinical common sense, with the larger community of mental health professionals, and with the general public.
Recently, Dr Joanne Cacciatore wrote a moving blog opposing the DSM 5 plan. Within days, she had unexpectedly attracted more than 100,000 viewers. Encouraged by the display of overwhelming support, Dr Cacciatore has now written a powerful letter to the APA Trustees demanding that they take immediate action to protect normal grief from inappropriate DSM 5 medicalization…………..
http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/dsm5-in-distress/201203/turning-point-dsm-5
NOTE: PLEASE SEE RELATED ARTICLES TO THIS SUBJECT ON THE ABOVE PAGE.
TO the American Psychiatric Association from a Mother who Grieves:
I loved my son- I still love my son – I miss his smile- his humour- his laughter – his temper – his very being! We shared our souls (or the essence of what makes us) and my heart for 9 months -we shared my body – part of him that shared this space that is my being and my soul is still “physically ” part of this mother and all mothers who have shared their bodies – he is not just emotional left over to be “cured” . I resent the labels , I resent your plugging me into a category because I loved……….Maybe my son’s facebook page art work – descriptive of how he felt during his time with “other Drs. ” and experimentation might speak for him. Because through MY grief he still speaks
A Parents grief – APA – Diagnosis- You are mentally ill
In essence, that is what the American Psychiatric Association now decides as they pigeon-hole we who have lost:
https://thatwoman.wordpress.com/2011/04/05/out-of-the-closet-the-g-word/
DSM-5: The Future of Psychiatric Diagnosis
http://www.dsm5.org/Pages/Default.aspx
Publication of the fifth edition of Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM-5) in May 2013 will mark one the most anticipated events in the mental health field. As part of the development process, the preliminary draft revisions to the current diagnostic criteria for psychiatric diagnoses are now available for public review. We thank you for your interest in DSM-5 and hope that you use this opportunity not only to learn more about the proposed changes in DSM-5, but also about its history, its impact, and its developers.
However, in a recent blog post
http://www.drjoanne.blogspot.com/2012/03/relativity-applies-to-physics-not.html
Dr. Joanne Cacciatore,Asst Professor
Director, Graduate Certificate in Trauma and Bereavement
Arizona State University states:
For more than a year, I’ve been struggling, both professionally and personally, with the proposed changes for the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual 5 (DSM), even writing letters and expressing deep concern to colleagues in the ‘mental health’ field. Despite an urging from others to speak out, before today, I’ve remained silent in the hope that reason might find its way into the discussion about grief and the DSM.
The change that most concerns me has to do with the “bereavement exclusion”(BE). In the current manual, the DSM IV, this exclusion means that a person who has suffered the death of a loved one may be diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder (MDD) no less than two months following the loss. Prior iterations, the DSM III, stated one year…..
While I don’t like or agree with either ‘time limit’, the arbitrary absurdity of “14-days post-loss-then-becomes-depression-label” has ignited a fire in the pits of my being against the DSM machine.
And I’m not the sole adversary.
This change occurs against a historical DSM backdrop of salient criticism relative to the medicalization of normal human emotion, clinical hubris, cultural incompetence and insensitivity, questionable relationships with pharmaceutical companies, and ethical misuse of such nosological systems.
So why should those reading this bother to read the rather lengthy post and 80 comments on her blog? None of us will escape “grief”, although I can tell you first hand the loss of your son or daughter equates to no grief I have ever felt in my lifetime .
https://thatwoman.wordpress.com/2011/09/23/to-be-or-not-to-be-why-and-wherefores/
So you go for help because actually, as in my case, people worry about you want you to feel “better” -take the pills – see the counsellors
https://thatwoman.wordpress.com/2010/07/21/a-place-of-echoes-chris-ritchey-2/
just maybe the post script to Dr. Joanne Cacciatore’s blog might be of interest:
1) Imagine the person you love most in all the world. Picture his or her face, laugh, touch. Now, imagine that you will never see that person again because he, or she, has died. And then imagine that a two-week time limit has been imposed on your sadness, grief, anger, fear, confusion. If you experience such profound distress longer than two weeks, you may be diagnosed with a mental disease.
Reason number one why this matters to you? Because someday, you will feel deep and profound grief that will bring you to your knees. You are not exempt. No one is. Grief, as Anne Morrow Lindbergh says, is “the great leveler”;
2) Because a person can be denied private health and life insurance if he or she has been diagnosed with a mental disorder;
3) Because parents who have been diagnosed with a mental disorder can lose custody of their children;
4) Because individuals diagnosed with mental disorders can lose opportunities for jobs and often suffer the effects of global discrimination;
5) Because a diagnosis of a mental disorder stays in your records, despite the fact that many clinicians may not disclose this;
6) Because categorizing normal grief as a mental disorder is a lie and thus is unethical;
7) Because this lie further perpetuates the myths around ‘normal’ grief and obscures societal understanding, further marginalizing the traumatically bereaved;
8) because such lies harm people and relationships, and
9) many other risks, some known and some yet to be discovered.
Hillary St. Pierre – her gift to you too – continues
Readers of this blog know how much I admired this young woman. She touched my life and still continues to touch the lives of people who may not even know her name.
https://thatwoman.wordpress.com/2012/02/07/hodgkins-lymphoma-refractory-hodgkins-the-loss-of-hillary-st-pierre/
Hillary, walked a path of cancer and along the way discovered not only did she have to deal with the obscenity of this insidious disease but insurances, medical non communication and the robot muppets of cubicle pigeon-hole decision makers as to what will be covered.
Until it hits you, the “system” is some remote tale on a blog or program. The system hit Hillary and she hit back.
Look at your son or daughter, loved one and then imagine, if you will, facing a catastrophic illness – it doesn’t have to be cancer – look at YOUR insurance :
https://thatwoman.wordpress.com/2011/10/27/hillary-st-pierre-the-financial-facts-of-healthcare-with-a-catastrophic-illness/
Is there a lifetime cap, how much is that cap ? can you access the specialists you will need- who will fight for you with the “permission givers” when you are too weak to lift your head, who will deal with the bills – who will be your advocate when your brain is numbed with drugs – will your ability to pay for the cost of the survival become part of the equation of life and death ?
Hillary became an advocate for all of us in the United States:
http://baldiesblog.blogspot.com
She’s Always Been a Fighter’
By Chris Fleisher
Valley News Staff Writer
Charlestown
Last month, St. Pierre-Ford died at the age of 29. But until the moment that cancer claimed her life, she was determined not to let her experience as a patient go to waste. She turned her frustration into action, advocating for reform at the federal and state levels, writing about her experience on her blog and the news website Huffington Post, and becoming a voice for patients who she felt were being neglected by the system.
Once an aspiring communications major at the College of New Rochelle in New York, St. Pierre-Ford used her writing and technology skills to raise awareness of problems within the health care system and also suggest ways to solve them. Her legacy could be an electronic health record system, called “Patients as Partners,” that acts as a kind of “Facebook” for health care, where multiple providers from different hospitals can communicate in one place about a single patient.She designed the project from her bed, then patented it and gave it to the state of New Hampshire, which is now considering it as part of a larger effort to create an electronic medical records exchange program.
There were other concerns. She wrote on her blog, called “Baldie’s Blog,” and for other Web publications about the immense costs to her family, how insurance maximums would cut off life-prolonging treatments. Last year, she wrote for the Huffington Post about how health care costs were forcing her to consider a “Medicaid divorce,” in which she would legally divorce her husband to protect his financial assets and, in becoming single and destitute, make herself eligible for Medicaid to pay for care. (She and Jon did not divorce.) Private insurance, she found, would not cover many treatments
ED Note: Please read the whole article on Hillary’s Blog
http://baldiesblog.blogspot.com/2012/03/here-is-our-girlstill-making-paper.html
Hillary found all this out at the age of 23 and spent the next 6 years fighting the disease of the “curable???” Hodgkin’s Lymphoma-( refractory) which ultimately claimed her young life , just as it claimed my son’s . Although due to my son’s wife’s insurance – she being a Dr. with the Cleveland Clinic -we had no such insurance worries. MEDICAL INSURANCE NOT ALL EQUAL
https://thatwoman.wordpress.com/2010/10/28/medical-insurance-not-all-equal/
Dr’s within the Cleveland Clinic system seem to know what it will take to keep them from dealing with the insurance and healthcare system – 100% coverage and no lifetime cap and so much more which I will cover in my The Good???? Dr – or Dentist Series
https://thatwoman.wordpress.com/2012/02/28/the-good-doctor-or-dentist/ –
Hillary had a gift and she continues to bestow that gift including her words to help the youngest among us understand .
http://www.wix.com/zandthecancermeanie/book
Don’t Care ??????- The ‘orrible consquences
I have decided that part of my “being” was definitely influenced by the poems and songs of my childhood. Just like the times tables they have stuck- and by the way educators – I bless the times tables everyday!
https://thatwoman.wordpress.com/2011/02/13/the-highwayman-sesame-street-material-not/
I have always been a “fighter” and “cheer leader” for history, culture, lifestyle and neighborhood, city, countries and world – I wanted to right the wrongs as I perceived them and would rush in ready to do battle.
Now I have become “the sigh”- -looking at a situation , sometimes giving voice to an opinion such as the “substation”, “trees” etc. but even then whereas the ME Before” would be thrilled if the outcome was good or even more galvanized if the outcome was negative. Now I do what I do I go through the motions and “accept” any outcome. “ – IT IS WHAT IT IS… SHRUG
But mostly, I just look and sigh and know that basically – I am no longer passionate – part of the light and passion has left my world .

The scum at the top of the pond, as they intruded, smothered and showed themselves to be what they are, obliterated any of the light that remained in my world.
MY TRUST HAS BEEN BROKEN IN THINGS/ PEOPLE I HELD TO BE TRUE, in religion , people who profess to be pillars of religions and caring , medical, politics, education , even extended family in some instances, has found me numb to their world.
I mainly do what I can, but without passionate caring as to the eventual outcome – I do things because friends ask or I have taken on a previous responsibility that needs to be completed but now there are just 7 things I truly care about now in this world . They are the nearest and dearest to my heart and for which I would move mountains or for whom I would give my last breath- the rest- well – there are degrees of caring but I find it hard to stir any confluence of anything to beat against the bastions.
I don’t care a terrible thing – why did I ever care it could have had something to do with the “orrible ( Horrible for you Americans) consequences“- I remembered from those childhood days.

Whenever my little blonde curly top would shake with a NO! after being told to do something , my retort would inevitably be :
“Don”t Care” when told the consequences of my non action or defiance . Don’t care would find the following be quoted to my little stubborn being :
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The thought of “Don’t Care” had disastrous consequences it seems and was meant to keep “don’t care in check. And by way of another childhood rhyme that was often attributed to me as I was growing up…..

There was a little girl
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1807–1882 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good,
She was very good indeed,
But when she was bad she was horrid.
In my opinion, I have found some people who deserve the “horrid” tag more so than I recently- perhaps I was naively blinded as to their truth of being.
https://thatwoman.wordpress.com/2011/09/03/september-3rd-war-movin-on-hell-truly-is-other-people-chris-ritchey/”
AND as for Don’t Care it seems even the thought of being hung or boiled in a pot has lost its impetus to care…………… there are worse things in my world than being hung or boiled in a pot………….
I have become one of the great unwashed – there is a freedom in not caring I have suffered the most untenable pain of loss of my son and in the events and selfishness that surrounded that death and the realization that there are very few that care for others before themselves in any of the my world. Even the world of faith, that comforts so many, has been sullied.
https://thatwoman.wordpress.com/2012/01/17/i-am-folk-weary-god-with-us-or-gott-mitt-uns/
That is not to say there aren’t some wonderful people in my life and You know who you are but the pot no longer boils as the flames of passion have been doused leaving only the stinking black burnt embers of reality.
March 27, 2012 at 1:02 pm 5 comments