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June 29, 2014

My REAL Intellectual’s Guide To The Wizard Of Oz!!!

by Teréza Eliasz-Solomon (HeiressMommy™)

Having known one two many wicked witches as of late in my dealings with miscreant types leaves me quite interested in L. Frank Baum’s real intent and meaning when writing The Wonderful Wizard Of Oz in 1900. The popular movie starring Judy Garland while close in tonality does not exactly depict the deeper meaning nor life philosophy of the original book. A world entering WWII was ready for a value based tale and so the big screen version was a well received and reinforcing message entertainment vehicle … America wanted to be reassured that you can go home again. Was Baum defining or promoting or even endorsing populism, progressivism – possibly theosophy? Are these ideas ascribed to the book no more than an intellectual overreach – for did not L. Frank Baum write himself as an introduction to his book The Oz Chronicles (volume 1), Chicago, April 1900, that his work,  “aspired to being a modernized fairy tale, in which the wonderment and joy are retained and the heartaches and nightmares are left out.”?

One can not help but look to the characters in both book and The Wizard Of Oz 1939 movie to define modern problems – who is the leader, the suppressor, the hero, the proletarian, the victim in the Oz scenario? Easy you say – poor Dorothy and Toto far from home and lost and her Scarecrow, Tin Man and Cowardly Lion all pathetic put upon creatures. Who then are the winners – the rulers in Baum’s story? Can we believe the good witch is the ultimate victor as she is good and beautiful – so obviously filled with grace that we instantly know hers is a happy existence. Likewise, we automatically know that the wicked witch is ugly, mean and jealous – all the characteristics of a deeply unsatisfactory life. The ultimate king pin is of course, the Wizard himself – and yet in the end no more than a pretender – grant it ultimately having a kind heart and rather benign position. Too easy it seems to categorize and delineate by types – there is a two sided view to Oz participants – one simple and obvious and the other very complex and nuanced.

REAL life is also nuanced – what might appear a negative is frequently the best of what life has to offer and things that on the surface are deemed “normal” often turn out to be hiding less than decent motives or even sinister issues. We all know those who declare “life is good” are many times hiding insecurities and their own belated awareness that theirs is a less than exciting and definitely not successful life – a case of “thou protest too much”.  For my husband and I it has been dealing with much lesser types who think they can judge us on issues their small minds could NEVER comprehend – usually we are both tolerant of such pretenders but as in OZ, evil must be exposed and thwarted. So it is for many, like us, who face misanthropes that lie for selfish or insecure reasons. Dorothy knew you can not ONLY wish bad away – you must actively and with righteousness pursue justice against those who would deny your rightful due. The famous yellow brick road is actually introduced in Baum’s second book, The Marvelous Land Of Oz. When you doggedly follow your own unique path and deny all challengers on your “yellow brick road” there may be pauses/rest stops needed along the way but determination and the knowledge that you are going in the correct direction will surely lead to the destiny of your dreams. The trick is to never ever ever allow haters to place pot holes on your road home. Often easier said than done but like myself and my wise husband you must be not detoured no matter who is getting in the way.

I was recently informed that a certain [shall we say] delusional type was for some reason fond of the Wizard Of Oz Scarecrow. Well now let me assure you that this particular middle of the middle of the middle person has no idea that Scarecrow’s aliases include Socrates Strawman or that his eventual titles were His Majesty The Scarecrow and Royal Treasurer. True, not many do but for this individual the complex insinuations would leave her stunned. As with many among us, her attempt to be humorous or pointed sadly back fires … in that she does not have a REAL brain nor clue to what is REAL. My friends, colleagues and family almost feel guilty at the gifted chuckles such individuals seem determined to provide us via social media – of course, they have also provided material for attorneys, law enforcement and investigators – the ultimate Shakespearean two sided drama of comedy and drama come to mind. Without a doubt many of my dear readers and followers also face enemies who profess decency but live deceptively and with hatefulness toward others – possibly they have fear born out of their own insecurities and inferiority complexes. Don’t we all have neighbors or colleagues who do the budget travel routine and then fancy themselves sophisticated when in reality they are the ultimate bourgeois tourist/aptly described with the coined phrased “Ugly American” middle class travelers? These folks return to their insular hometown life – typical setting travel photos in hand –  falsely secure that they are worldly, when in fact they are insignificant and unchanged despite a trip or two abroad. These types will still and always be what they were as children in middle America”s far too frequently small and narrow minded place. Unlike Dorothy, such deluded individuals, return from their journeys no more aware or informed as when they dine at the local beer joint or chain food neighborhood restaurant. And yet there are others we all know who venture only short distance but somehow gain insight through REAL learning and REAL relationships. It is NOT the so called middle class by income I demean here – instead it is that middle class mentality, which is far too often a danger to REAL progress. What to do when faced with loathsome creatures you ask? Do as Dorothy did and as I/my husband do – persevere in a glorified G-d given life and NEVER allow evil to defeat you. As was Kansas in The Wizard Of Oz so is your ultimate destiny worth the struggle and the battle and as the characters who bonded together to reach the Emerald City – you will bond and find REAL like minded loves and friends and support systems if only you have determination and the will to get to the home place you deserve and desire. You must remember that the scholarly interpretation of that green colored place is illusion based on an insufficient value and that should be the caution for all us of REAL value as we seek our ultimate place of contentment. Do not be as those who delude themselves into thinking theirs is a REAL place – never waver on account of the poseurs  – for if you do the miscreants triumph and that would be offensive to G-d!!!

Note: This is a redux/attenuated version of my 2102 essay … some references above now made even more serious due to ongoing situations involving the individuals referenced. With G-d’s grace and the devotion of my wonderful attorney all will be made clear soon … additionally the intentional delayed publications of my first two books until later has made possible a third book in consideration solely based on legal matters referenced. In the mean while, stay tuned and stay in touch dear readers and be very careful for many among us are indeed deranged Oz worshippers!

June 15, 2014

Remembering: Abraham Marches on D.C. !

by Teréza Eliasz-Solomon (HeiressMommy™)

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Wake up Dear – father needs to speak with you“,  was how I was awoken in the dark to see my father, Abraham H. Solomon, sitting on the side chair near my bed late  August 1963. Fifty years ago this month my civil rights activist father wanted me to know that he was leaving our Philadelphia home to join Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.   for the 1963 March on Washington D.C. .  Being very close to my father,  I asked if I could come along and became concerned when the response was ‘no’  as father felt these were troubling times and he could not assure my safety. We shared a prayer and bid farewell – even at nine I knew my father needed to leave to pursue with others justice for those suffering and I was proud.

Well now, that day was not REALLY unique in the Solomon household – father having gone to other such demonstrations, etc. .  Often the infamous and famous sat at our dinner table in deep and serious discussion concerning important national and international topics relevant to the day”s news – frequently involving the pressing civil rights of this nation”s minority community. As a Jewish American family there was always the imperative impetus to further rights of other minorities and those oppressed. My Father always walked the walk so to speak – Abraham H. Solomon supported the  NAACP,   Voting Rights Act of 1965  and more. His legacy leaves we his family proud and enlightened … each of us continually striving to be just a small fraction of the great, moral and decent REAL man he was.

When I campaigned for Barack Obama the first [and second] time I knew and others close to me realized that I felt it my duty to fulfill my father”s REAL destiny by seeing an African American reach the highest office in this land. Actually, my husband shared that many of our dear family, friends and colleagues told him they fretted over my feelings should we have lost the 2008 Presidential election. Yes that is how deeply I felt communication with and responsibility to my late father – knowing this was REALLY the right thing for America.

 Free at last, free at last, thank G-d almighty …

— I Have A Dream Speech

Those words are not yet a fully realized ideal,  but that iconic historic speech is finally becoming a truly achievable possibility – this I promise my father, Abraham who is still dearly loved and always missed by many. I must conclude today, as each, on Father’s Day 2016 that I know my Father is honored by my amazing husband Chester M. Eliasz-Solomon in his choosing to legally take our family last name and as such assuring an even greater legacy for generations to come!!!

 

June 12, 2014

Update: Why I Hope Eric Cantor Converts!

by Teréza Eliasz-Solomon (HeiressMommy™)

Eric-CantorOy Veh  … Dear G-d” is admittedly my more than not usual dismayed reaction when [as of today former] Republican Virginia Congressman and House Majority Leader, Eric Cantor gets to pontificating. He, like myself, is Jewish and when he speaks I cringe – for Cantor is so not of the standard ilk that defines our Liberal progressive tribes. This past week has presented Cantor and company, especially Speaker of the House John Boehner with plenty of opportunity to bellow their faux concerns about issues of press freedom, IRS over reach and foreign relations. Yes indeed,  here we go – puffery and preening abound as the GOP protest the Obama Administration handling of various crisis situations, as well as, day to day governance issues. For me, Cantor, is a personal issue – when he proposes programs that are antithetical to Judaism tenets I feel REAL concern. Of course, we Jews have every right to be members of either or no political party – however, the REAL fact is that as a whole being Democrats suits our philosophy the best. Discuss I will on the whys and the hows my people. despite being so successful, still feel more kin to those struggling than others in our nation. A little guilt perhaps or as I frequently suggest, a REAL sense of remembering where we have been or could be again … you know, them today, us tomorrow scenario at play.

Surely the situations most recently causing Cantor and the other GOP operatives to go nearly mad are to be examined and reviewed. The oddity is that IRS intrusion into people and organizations is a Liberal preoccupation, so are issues like AP reporters having phone logs subpoenas and most definitely is the idea that an administration delineated facts on subject of national security like the Benghazi attack that resulted in our U.S. Ambassador and other Americans deaths. Think about it – the controversial news stories we are currently discussing are nearly identical to those the left side of the political isle fretted over during the eight year Bush Administration. When I read or hear a Jewish man like Eric Cantor attempt analytic compensatory explanations condemning President Obama, there is much hand wringing for me as I feel his insincerity defining the moment. No REAL logic or scholarship is presented to support why anyone, especially a person who studied Talmudic justice, could profess ideas of so little realistic consequences. See why I am embarrassed that me and Eric share a faith? I worry that when an American Jewish politician joins in with the extremist either left or right side, they take the risk of alienating the entire nation from support of our minority and more importantly of Israel. We  Jews have been scapegoats before in many countries and we could very well be again here if things go badly on the suggestive policies of Eric Cantor’s current extremist GOP Tea Party group.

So now that Mr. Cantor has been defeated by a frighteningly extremist Tea Party candidate, I will no longer need to think “How could you say such a thing or vote that way when you are Jewish?” Obviously I wish him well and do find him a decent man in many ways. Here I must add that no I do not think all my people are perfect but I do want them to carry the banner of our glorious faith – our singular and original template of REAL justice for all the world. In the book, Why Jews Are Liberal? much is made of the REAL fact that we being so financially accomplished oft times vote against our own best interest – true in even our championing groups that are not our natural allies has come to not REAL benefit for we Jews. Still we proceed in a manner befitting our uniqueness in this world and for that I remain proud. I have and will continue to proudly share many REAL facts on my own background and family involvement in politics and social causes that defined us as Liberal – maybe Eric Cantor will read it and come back to the fold or maybe he will convert – nu?

June 9, 2014

The Kettle and The Pot Redux

by Teréza Eliasz-Solomon (HeiressMommy™)

“Oho!” said the pot to the kettle;
“You are dirty and ugly and black!
Sure no one would think you were metal,
Except when you’re given a crack.”

“Not so! not so!” kettle said to the pot;
“‘Tis your own dirty image you see;
For I am so clean – without blemish or blot –
That your blackness is mirrored in me.”

This poem can be found in the school book “Maxwell’s Elementary Grammar”,  ©1904.

Pot Calling The Kettle BlackA copper shiny kettle was aging well – still providing service to many. Oh yes there were the now and again mishaps – an occasional over boiling of tea water and such. Still for the most part the kettle retained its productivity and one might even say attractiveness. Along side this whistling kettle was a pot – tarnished and showing REAL signs of wear and in fact, not always performing well the task at hand. None the less, this rather unattractive pot managed to cook the meals required of it – a struggle perhaps but sufficient for simple preparation in the kitchen. Seems a copacetic scenario or at least tolerable, wouldn’t you agree? Of course not – these shall we say adversarial relationships never REALLY  are.

It seems the bright and shiny kettle had advantages of presence and place that the pot had not. Being used as a service kettle, it was frequently brought out for grand fetes – hence privy to life stories while grand, also oft times fraught with difficult situations. The REAL truth is that on account of this very exposure, the kettle was thought highly of by its owners – able to maintain its glow and provide just the right service no matter the stresses presented that day. Contrast that REAL life narrative to the battered and insular kitchen life of the pot … hmm, without question this lead to pot’s jealous rages and rants in an attempt to demean the kettle with salacious and lie filled taunts. Never made to fill lessened by pots attempts to marginalize its role nor to feel less than content due to  its ongoing usefulness, the kettle stood proudly and even increased its standing in their shared home. REAL truth and acceptance of the long and varied life the still shiny kettle had experienced was its glory, whereas the pot felt increasingly frustrated by its inability to destroy the kettle’s sense of well being. In the end, this almost psychopathic determination by pot to malign the kettle, caused it to completely derail. The pot spent so much energy to present kettle in an unfavorable light, that it destroyed itself – cooked meals badly and even burnt a dish or two. In the end, the Masters of the home simply had no choice but to throw that old pot away – leaving kettle happily whistling away, still lovely and REALLY wanted for many, many years to come!

Moral: Simple REALLY is the lesson learned and even referenced in Old Testament text concerning one’s preoccupation with their fellows flaws … for is it not the insecurity and internal demons in evidence when an individual sets out to destroy another on faux considerations? The Kettle and the Pot idiom is no more than a tutorial on those among us who see the refection of their lesser status in those that are the object of their envy and subsequent hate. I once asked my father why so many seemed hateful of we Jews despite our successes and more. He answered that we are like a mirror to those who have failed in their own life – he suggested that our very ability to overcome extreme adversity, survive and even thrive made some others see in us what they could never be. If you know me personally or read me regularly, then you are aware that myself and my husband have needed to deal with individuals guilty of just such pathological reaction toward us. In fact, one such woman wrote on a social media site that I needed to accept I was like her, with the same “middle of middle” life problems – all agreed she was portraying her REAL fear that my happenstance and determinant successes had made her realize the failures her life included, as well as her jealousy of my REAL life narrative. Equally telling are when these sort of individuals, whether diagnosed or observed as such to be unstable  project their undeniable emotional problems onto the object of their obsessions (me). Indeed my REAL sworn enemies seem most daunted that I have overcome obstacles most would have been felled by and that husband and I have likewise proven their statements to be fallacies. Each and every decided action we have made to be the stewards of our life – name changes, legal disowning/disinheriting, et al. appears shockingly intolerable to our nemesis. Far too many good people face likewise those falsely believing they have rights to dictate others existences. I am hopeful that through my triumph many will be supported to stay the course toward their chosen destiny. The task is one not easy – much work and support is needed to define in fact and documentation truths about the usurpers among us … however it is a necessary and worthy pursuit. For now may I suggest we all be more introspective when seeing our reflection in the bright and shiny objects before us!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

June 8, 2014

His Play Write, My Summer 2013 Play Wrong!

by Teréza Eliasz-Solomon (HeiressMommy™)

Terrence McNally _Thomas KirdahlDuring the Summer last year my husband and I were visiting with acquaintances near the small town of New Hope, Pennsylvania. Passing the historic Bucks County Playhouse, our host mentioned their current production of Mothers and Sons by Terrence McNally – I enthusiastically told my day’s companions that I and my parents before me were huge McNally fans and that in fact, I believe I might have once met this genius writer at a Philadelphia event with my Father. All agreed it would be a wonderful idea to see his latest production but time probably would not allow us that opportunity as the play only ran for a few more days. Nothing unusual so far but as with so much in my REALLY serendipitous and always interesting life there is a caveat to this seemingly simple and mundane occurrence.

Just a few days later I found myself attending a meeting with the acquaintance of myself and my husband that had previously suggested we all see the play. As we walked to dinner where the plan was to discuss possibilities for my husband and my new venture, my companion realized we were quite near the Playhouse. We strolled past the billboard in front where I fawned over the play’s announcement – again expressing my admiration for Mr. McNally and the star, Tyne Daly. On this very hot East Coast evening in very high heels I was led by my evening’s host down toward the small gathering of the play’s professionals and arriving theater goers. It seemed [now and for future discussions a bit odd] that my host had previously met Thomas Kirdahy who apparently was involved in the play’s production in a very prominent way and as such introduced me  to this extremely charming man – my introduction led to questions and after discussing my studies and family, the chat turned to my planned books and blog. Mr. Kirdahy seemed interested and of course, I was only too eager to suggest he write down my contact information and take a look – as you are doing right now – at my blog essays. I was thrilled that he agreed and was careful to note the exact title of my work and then there was a small discussion that maybe my work could be a play someday along with publisher’s suggested plan for a movie. Oh my, I was thrilled and took the offer of free lemonade the playhouse was serving while being both beaming and excited.

Melting in that evening’s extreme heat and now anxious to both not wear out our welcome and also get this Friday night’s dinner meeting completed, I agreed to sit for a moment more at the the table where the play’s principals were waiting for curtain call outside – it was then that my “play wrong” faux paus occurred – I received a second introduction that went like this: while still standing I heard, “Tereza, this is Terrence“. I leaned over to shake the kind looking gentleman’s hand saying “Nice to meet you, what do you do?” Graciously my new acquaintance answered “I write plays” and then as I sat down said, “That must be interesting“. Yes I did – I said that to a man I have admired for many years and for some reason my dinner companion  – which I would have done if visa verse – did not take it upon himself to gently prod by reminding me that this was Mr. McNally [more in future writings about my later concluded reasons for that]. It does get worse my dear readers – after this ridiculous totally unexceptionable social misstep, I began to chatter away about my own writing – actually suggesting that Mr. McNally might enjoy reading what was then my most recent blog essay titled “My Special Relationship with Justice Scalia” – it was obvious we were both probably political Liberals and so there were a few guffaws about that essays title. Still oblivious we bid farewell and walked to our dinner reserved restaurant. Only then did it dawn on me that I had just met one of my favorite writers – an award winning and quite heroic gentleman. Oh my G-d, Oh my G-d, Oh my G-d … yes indeed that was my moment of  “I can not believe I did that”  happening.

There is a rather sweet follow up to this debacle. The next day I found that a special friend of mine and his husband were in fact seeing that evening’s production of this play. The day after my friend posted on Facebook photos of himself with Mr. McNally and Mr. Kirdahy and Tyne Daly – the play’s star – all of whom my wonderful friend and his husband seem very well acquainted with. Another Oh moment then as I realized I did in fact know that Mr. McNally and Mr. Kirdahy were married – having read that in the New York Times, etc.. Well now – I am fond of saying that I don’t do embarrassment – no that feeling is not in my emotional repartee. My life instead consists of realizations when wrong or offending another, that sincere apology is required, a life correction one might say is to be pursued as a regretful action might have been my mistaken course. With this in mind, I am thinking of just the right gift and note to send the couple of McNally and Kirdahy as explanation and apology for that hot Bucks County evening’s “can not believe I said that” moment!

 

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