| Jan 13, 2015
| 1:14 PM
Born Dola Mae Holestine on a large, prosperous family ranch in Marshfield, Missouri, Dola was surrounded by an extended family and her three siblings, Betty, Jackie and Joe. Born September 5, 1924, she attended a one-room school house in the village, and would later tell stories to her grandchildren about how they would ride their old horse to school in the snow. The Holestine's and Brannon's came to America in the 1700's settling in North Carolina and later Missouri. Dola's mother, Lois Bell Cloud was of Irish and Cherokee descent. Despite wearing braces on her legs from polio as a child, Dola never gave up, nor felt sorry for herself: and this was perhaps a fundamental key to her character as an adult. The idyllic, if somewhat wild childhood was starkly shattered when the depression hit in 1929 and the family was forced to leave the farm and move west in search of a better life and jobs. Dola, always quick with her wit and smile, soon made a way for herself out in Long Beach, California, where the family settled in 1937, renting a large old house on Ocean Blvd facing the sea.
| Dec 18, 2014
| 8:36 PM
Sometimes I daydream about having a coach trained to help me get the most out of this old body.
But then, I go on my way, doing what I do.
My personal fitness formula is:
I give myself a grade of A...
| Dec 29, 2014
| 4:08 PM
My last article quoted WebMD, which pegged the average American as 23 pounds overweight.
Current ads feature plus-sized models. Mumus are out, and large-size stretchy jeans are in. The message is, "Wear heft proudly."
Yes! Accept ourselves....
| Nov 20, 2014
| 5:48 PM
In a previous article, I discussed the hygiene hypothesis, which attributes the current prevalence of autoimmune diseases to the antiseptic environment we provide for our children. This means dirt's good. Some dirt.
But passing gas? Who's says that's...
| Oct 28, 2014
| 5:16 PM
I was a student when the Newport-Mesa Unified School District unveiled what was considered at the time the grandest advance in classroom technology in decades.
The year was 1954, and I was a fifth-grader at Lindbergh School in Costa Mesa.