Thursday, August 28, 2025

Finding Henry

 

Henry Stevenson


A couple of weeks ago, in the post below this one about my 1965 trip to Los Angeles to attend the national Junior Classical League (aka Latin Clubs) convention, I mentioned how impressed I was with the oratorical performance of a high school student from Baytown, Texas, Henry Stevenson . . . and I wondered what had become of him.

I was unable to find any digital "footprint" for him across Facebook, Instagram, LinkedIn, and other sources, so I asked readers to share any information they might have about him.  A few days later, my good friend Walter Palmer responded with some photos that seemed to be the Henry Stevenson I had seen in Los Angeles 60 years ago!

Walter had the brilliant idea of searching for high school yearbooks from Baytown, Texas, in the 1965-1966 time frame, and he struck gold.  In the 1966 yearbook for Robert E. Lee High School in Baytown, Henry Stevenson appeared in a few photos . . . including three photos documenting his presence at the JCL convention and his prize-winning oratorical performance.


Interesting to note that the Baytown team flew to L.A., rather than taking a three-day bus ride like we did from Oklahoma.  And they took top honors in the academic competitions, scoring the most points of any high school across a wide range of tests.  Impressive!


But what became of Henry Stevenson after high school?


After a lot of digging, Walter found an obituary published in the Denison, TX, newspaper in 2009 for a Henry Stevenson of Linn Creek, Missouri (population 220).



Was this the same Henry Stevenson from Baytown, TX?  Possibly.  Denison is about 80 miles north of Dallas, but Linn Creek is in central Missouri, near Lake of the Ozarks recreation area, about 425 miles from Denison and 750 miles from Baytown, Texas.

Other searches didn't turn up anything more, but there was a photograph of the Henry Stevenson with the obituary.  He looked like he could be the older version of the Baytown Henry Stevenson, but how to prove it?

Walter had another brilliant idea.  He enlarged two of the yearbook photos . . . one which showed Henry's right ear and one which showed his left ear.  Then he compared them to the ear folds of the older Henry Stevenson.  Here they are:



















I'm persuaded.  What do you think?  (The chin looks pretty similar, too.)

So now we know that Henry Stevenson of Baytown, TX, was probably born in Chickasha, OK, a year and three weeks before I was born in Lawton, OK, about 40 miles from Chickasha.  Small world, eh?

He didn't marry until he was 40 years old, and he married "the love of his life."  They had five children, and he owned and operated a commercial sewing machine business, presumably in Denison, TX.   Given that Linn Creek, MO, has a population of around 200, I'm guessing that it was a retirement destination or a getaway destination for him.  He died just two days shy of his 60th birthday. 

I've been unable to make contact with any of his children, so I don't know any more than what's in the obit.  From his awesome speech at the JCL convention in 1965, I thought for sure he was destined for greatness . . . but, as we all know, life frequently has other plans.

Thanks to Walter Palmer for his great detective work.  And thank you for coming along on this quest.  If you find out anything more about Henry Stevenson, let me know.


Monday, August 11, 2025

Togas and Riots

 

NOTE:  This is not a post about my photography adventures, though it does include some images scanned from 35mm slides, unretouched, to supplement the text.  It is a personal memoir about a travel adventure that occurred 60 years ago this week -- August, 1965.





Early in the morning of Thursday, August 5, 1965, a chartered busload of high school kids (including me) left Oklahoma City headed for Los Angeles.  We were going to join 1,200 other nerds at the 12th annual convention of the National Junior Classical League on the campus of the University of Southern California.  The NJCL was (and still is) an organization dedicated to encouraging the study of Latin and Greek languages, literatures, and cultures of classical antiquity.


We were all Latin students and members of high school Latin Clubs from all over Oklahoma:  Lawton, Muskogee, Bartlesville, Oklahoma City, and Tulsa (and some others; I don’t remember).  We were chaperoned by my Latin teacher, Evelyn Barkholz, and another Latin teacher from Okmulgee (Okmulgee!! who knew?!), plus a couple of college classics majors.


Our first day’s travel ended in Albuquerque, where we stayed in a Holiday Inn on the east side of the city on Route 66 about 25 miles from where I now live in Corrales, NM.  After we moved here in 2012, I researched where that Holiday Inn was located, and when I visited the address I found that the motel had been converted into a building of not exactly high-end studio apartments:  the motel swimming pool, dining room . . . all gone.


The next night we stayed in Flagstaff, AZ, and the following day rolled into LA.  We checked in to our dorm rooms on campus – girls in a modern dorm . . .





. . . boys in a dumpy brick building slated for demolition with big X’s painted on the windows:


The brick building behind the palm tree was the dorm I stayed in.


After getting settled, we had Saturday night on the town.  What would we do?  Of course everyone wanted to see Hollywood and Sunset Boulevard, so that narrowed it down a bit.  Then one of the guys from Bartlesville (gay, I learned later, but we didn’t know that . . . or even think that . . . at the time) suggested that we should humor the two Latin teachers and go to the Hollywood Palladium to see Lawrence Welk’s orchestra.  (I am not making this up.)  So we did.  


Imagine about 20 high school teenagers and two late middle-aged female Latin teachers in a giant (11,000-square-foot) ballroom filled with hundreds – maybe thousands – of middle-aged couples dancing to the Big Band tunes of the Lawrence Welk Show.  “Wunnerful, wunnerful!”


Lawrence himself was not there that night; the master of ceremonies and band leader was Lawrence’s right-hand man, accordionist Myron Floren.  I’m pretty sure that the “little Lennon Sisters” made an appearance, along with some of the TV show regulars like Jo Ann Castle, Norma Zimmer, Bobby Burgess, and Dick Dale – though to be honest, I really don’t remember.  We teenagers felt mostly mortified, so we didn’t do much dancing, but our teacher chaperones had a great time.


The convention began the next day.  Activities throughout the week included general sessions with speakers in Bovard Auditorium . . .


Bovard Auditorium

. . . as well as smaller sessions for things like competitive written tests on Latin grammar, derivatives (words, not calculus), mythology, Roman history and culture, and vocabulary.  For the more athletic nerds, there were “Olympic” events such as shot put, broad jump, 100-yard dash, relays, swimming, and, yes, chariot races with carts pulled by humans.  Here's a photo of a race . . . obviously I didn't time my shot right -- you can only see the girls pulling the cart, but not the chariot itself.  (Also notice the news cameraman on the right.)



 

Even as a second year Latin student, I felt completely out of my depth in the academic tests, and needless to say I didn’t compete in any of the athletic events.


One event, however, was something new to me:  oratory.  Contestants had to craft and deliver a 5-minute speech in Latin or English.  At age 15, I was not a big fan of writing speeches or speaking to an audience.  But at some point late in the week, we gathered in the auditorium to hear the two oratory competition winners.  I don’t remember the speech by the person who won the English contest, but I was completely awed by the winner of the Latin contest.  His name – I still remember it now 60 years later – was Henry Stevenson, from Baytown, Texas, now a suburb of Houston.


Stevenson’s speech was unintelligible to me because it was in Latin and the vocabulary and grammar were beyond my ken.  But his delivery – articulation, pace, volume, dynamics, posture and gestures – was awesome, to the point where I felt I could almost understand what he was saying.  I don’t know what the second or third place winners were like, but he was amazing!  


Out of curiosity, I Googled him as I was writing this story, but could find no digital trace of him – no Facebook, Instagram, Linked In, obituary . . . nothing.  I wonder what he became.  (If anyone reading this knows of him, please let me know.)


One afternoon during the week I broke away from the convention to visit the campus of CalTech in Pasadena.  





I was as much a science and math nerd in high school as I was a Latin nerd, and seriously wanted to go to college at CalTech or MIT.  So when I knew I would be within striking distance of the campus, with my parents’ help I arranged an interview with an admissions officer and got permission from the convention officials and our Oklahoma group leaders to go – on my own! – by cab to Pasadena and back – a 30-mile round-trip via freeway through downtown LA.  A year later I applied to CalTech and MIT, but didn’t get in; I went to Georgia Tech in Atlanta instead.  (And that’s a whole ‘nother story.)


Every day during the convention we interacted with kids from all over the U.S.  Whenever they learned we were from Oklahoma, there were lots of ill-informed questions about our level of civilization:  “Do you have TV there?” . . . “Are the Indians dangerous?” etc.  At first we were annoyed, but we quickly learned to play along:  “TV?  You mean ‘singing wires’?”  “Yes, on our way here the Indians attacked our bus but we outran them.”  


The grand finale of five days’ immersion in Latin was a parade of all the attendees in togas and tunics from the USC campus to the Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum for a Roman-style banquet on the football field. 


That's me on the left.


Conventioneers gathering on the quad in front of Bovard Auditorium.



On the way to the Coliseum





Tables were laid on the field and loaded with food:  grapes (of course), meat, veggies, and drinks (no wine).  







I don’t recall whether there was music, but USC mascot Tommy Trojan appeared in full regalia and rode around the track on his horse brandishing his sword.


The next day – Friday, the 13th! – was a sightseeing day for our group.  In the morning we loaded into the bus and drove to Marineland of the Pacific, a tourist attraction and progenitor of Sea World.  As we rode south on the 110 – Harbor Freeway toward Marineland on the coast, we passed a couple of long convoys of military vehicles – jeeps and troop carrier trucks – headed south.  I didn’t think anything of it, since living in Lawton, next to Ft. Sill, convoys were a familiar sight on the local highways.


From Marineland we went to Disneyland, where we spent the afternoon and most of the evening having a great time.  I had been to Disneyland with my family in 1958, but being seven years older I enjoyed it more this time – more freedom to move, and taller to qualify for some of the better rides.











When we returned to the campus about 10pm, the bus stopped first at the dorms where the girls were housed to let them off, but rather than driving on across campus to the dorm where we boys were staying, there seemed to be some discussion happening with a University person and our chaperones.


After 10-15 minutes, the University person stepped onto the bus and announced that all the boys should go back and pack up because we were going to be moved to a newer, 8-story dormitory across from the girls’ dorm.


At the old dorm our bus was commandeered to transport our group plus dozens of other guys and their luggage, so it was crammed full – bodies and bags everywhere, standing room only, certainly exceeding the maximum legal capacity – for the relatively short drive to the new dorm.


This is the new dorm to which we were moved.


No one told us why we were suddenly being moved, but we learned later from our teacher-chaperones that a few blocks away from our dorm some people had broken into and set fire to a liquor store.  Our dorm was on the periphery of the campus in those days, so the University, in an abundance of caution, decided to move us into a more central and secure location.


Living in the cocoon of the convention, we weren’t aware that two days earlier (August 11 - 60 years ago today) riots had begun in a neighborhood known as Watts about eight miles away from USC.  Fires, looting, and vandalism were raging, and nearly 14,000 troops of the California National Guard were called in to quell the violence.  Thus, the troop convoys we had seen on the 110.


The riots began on August 11 and lasted until August 16.  They were motivated by anger at the racist and abusive practices of the LA Police Department.  History tells us that over the course of six days, between 31,000 and 35,000 adults participated in the riots.  Thirty-four people died; over 1,000 were injured and over 3,000 were arrested (mostly for breaking the curfew that had been imposed).   Property damage was over $40 million – about $400 million in today’s dollars.  The riots were the worst in the city’s history until the Rodney King riots of 1992.  Le plus ça change . . .


So that night of August 13, South LA was on fire.  After we moved into the new dorm, we all went up to the roof and watched as more National Guard convoys zoomed south on the Harbor Freeway which was about 500 feet east of our dorm.  I counted eleven separate fires in the distance.  Across the street, between the dorm and the freeway, there was a used car lot where the USC Hotel now stands.  We saw four men break into and hot-wire a couple of cars, which they drove away.  So much for security . . .


Eventually, of course, we went back to our rooms and slept, then rolled out of Los Angeles early the next morning.  I don’t remember much about the return trip to Oklahoma, but I have pictures showing that we went through Las Vegas and literally drove across the Hoover Dam.  (The bypass bridge wasn't constructed until 2010.)











We stopped by the Grand Canyon and I took a photo of our group (including the bus driver, but minus me -- see photo at the top of this post) as well as some landscapes;





We also visited the Painted Desert and Petrified Forest National Park.  



















Needless to say, it was an amazing adventure for a 15-year-old kid from Oklahoma!  Thanks for coming along for the trip.



Monday, July 28, 2025

Doña Clementina - Opera Southwest

 


Doña Clementina is a late 18th-century zarzuela, a Spanish lyric-dramatic genre that alternates between sung and spoken scenes, the former incorporating operatic and popular songs.


Its composer, Luigi Boccherini (1743-1805), was born in Italy but spent most of his adult life in Spain.  He is best known as a virtuoso cellist and prolific composer of chamber music, including hundreds of string trios, quartets, and quintets, as well as twelve cello concertos and approximately thirty symphonies, many of which have been lost to time.  Doña Clementina premiered in Madrid in 1787 and is Boccherini's only complete stage work.


Opera Southwest, Albuquerque's regional opera company, presented the American premiere of Doña Clementina last April, and I was able to photograph a dress rehearsal.


The plot, as with so many operas, is comically convoluted.  The widower Don Clemente, sung by J. Diego Gonҫalves . . .




has two marriageable daughters:  the demure Clementina (Teresa Castillo) and the flighty, fickle Narcisa (Alejandra Sandoval).


Teresa Castillo / Clementina












Alejandra Sandoval / Narcisa














Courting the two daughters are Don Urbano, a Portuguese gentleman, and the Marquis de la Ballesta, a nobleman, suitors of Clementina and Narcisa respectively.


Christian Garcia / Don Urbano, suitor of Clementina









Valentin Mexico / Marquis de la Ballesta, suitor of Narcisa













In the household are four other characters:


El Paje (the page), a servant, played by Pepe Gallardo.


Pepe Gallardo / El Paje



Doña  Damiana, the daughters' tutor and de facto ruler of the house, sung by Eliza Bonet, who previously appeared in the title roles of OSW's productions of Frida (2022) and Carmen (2024).


Eliza Bonet / Doña  Damiana 

Don Lazzaro, music teacher of Clementina and Narcisa, sung by Carlos Archuleta, who previously appeared in the OSW productions of Pagliacci (2017); Bless Me, Ultima (2018); Tosca (2018); and Turandot (2023).


Carlos Archuleta / Don Lazzaro


Cristeta, a housemaid, sung by Christina Martos.  


Christina Martos / Cristeta


Cristeta has her eye on Don Lazzaro, and he likewise on her.




Martos nearly steals the show with a Broadway-style song and dance routine in the middle of Act I:































In the course of the show, the under-currents of petty household jealousies and rivalries bubble up . . .



























. . . while Don Clemente seems mostly clueless about what to do about his daughters and the two suitors:






















Some hijinks ensue as well . . .




. . . including this moment, when the two suitors confront each other, then break the fourth wall:






And just when things seem to be sorting themselves out, Don Clemente drops a bomb that turns everything upside down. 


SPOILER ALERT:  Clementina, he announces, is not his daughter but is, in fact, Don Urbano's long-lost sister!







Of course, this freaks everyone out -- especially Clementina herself and her suitor, Don Urbano.  Almost immediately, the suitors re-direct their courtship efforts.  Don Urbano appeals to Narcisa; the Marquis turns his attention to Clementina.




















And for some reason not obvious to me, Don Lazzaro and Cristeta no longer have to hide their affection for each other:




As the curtain falls, all's well that ends well.




After the show, as always, the cast and orchestra remain for notes (comments) about the rehearsal from the director, Pat Diamond.




















Then the director choreographs the curtain call with the cast:
























And I get a salute from Christian Garcia:







A couple of other items in the "notes" session are worth mentioning here.


First, frequently during "notes," the singers do silly things.  Case in point:  Clementina's red scarf or handkerchief.




Notice who has the handkerchief during the "notes" session . . . 




. . . and what he does with it while the director is talking.













Second, the singers aren't the only ones who fool around during "notes."


You may have noticed the many pictures that appear (somewhat randomly) during the show on the back wall.




They're all projections on blank screens, and during the show the pictures change.  Here's a sequence.  Notice the picture over her extended left arm:




Eleven seconds later, there's a new picture in the same frame.




And 12 seconds later the new picture changes color . . .




. . . then changes color again 5 seconds later:




Being busy taking pictures during the show, I had no way of understanding the relationship between the ever-changing pictures on the walls and the actions of the characters.  So I have no idea (a) why the pictures kept changing, and changing color, nor (b) why in this case the replacement picture seems to look like the Cisco Kid and Pancho . . . or maybe Butch Cassidy and Sundance.  Not exactly what you'd expect in an 18th century Spanish drawing room.


In any case, whatever the purpose of the ever-changing pictures, during the "notes" session, someone at the control desk threw up a new picture in the highest frame above the stage:




Two of the singers -- the Marquis on the left and Don Lazzaro on the right -- happen to notice, while Don Urbano is still in his "Old Mother Hubbard" mode.  Do those faces in the picture look familiar?




And then a few others turn to look:




Finally, there's one last chat between director and singer before heading back to the dressing rooms.




If you would like to see these images and more from the dress rehearsal, please visit my photography website, Todos Juntos Photography, by clicking here.  Images of the "notes" session, curtain call, the orchestra, and the set are also available in a separate gallery by clicking here.


Enjoy!