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Kids’ Krafts: Scarecrow yarns go back centuries

Thursday, October 8th, 2009
 

By Kathy Antoniotti
Akron Beacon Journal

The scarecrow in The Wizard of Oz, actor, singer and dancer Ray Bolger, almost stole the show 70 years ago as Dorothy’s true blue friend who helped her find the Wizard.

After Dorothy freed him from the pole that held him prisoner, the scarecrow went with her to the Emerald City, where the Wizard granted him an honorary degree of doctor of thinkology.

The origins of the scarecrow are murky, but some historians believe scarecrows have been standing guard in the fields as long as humans have been growing crops.

Scarecrows may have been used along the Nile River to protect wheat fields 3,000 years ago, and Romans took the idea of scarecrows with carved faces to England and Europe.

In medieval Britain, boys acted as live scarecrows, patrolling farms fields and throwing stones at the birds. When it became apparent there weren’t enough children to guard the fields after the Great Plague, farmers invented a clapper to make noise over a large portion of land to scare birds away.
The scarecrow has become a symbol of fall, and even city dwellers use scarecrows to celebrate the season. I made a scarecrow yarn bug using directions and patterns I found at http://makingfriends.com/bug/bug-scarecrow.htm on the Web.

Supplies you will need:
-Orange, gold, brown yarn.
-Sheet of orange craft foam and scraps of yellow craft foam.
-5-inch straw hat.
-2 20-mm wiggle eyes.
-1 2½-inch plastic foam ball.
-1 orange pipe cleaner.
-5-inch square of cardboard.
-1 section of an egg carton.
-Tacky glue.
-Clothespins.
-Scissors.
-Black fine-point marker.

Make a pompom by wrapping yarn around the cardboard at least 100 times. Mix colors or use all one color. Cut a 6-inch piece of yarn and slide it under wrapped yarn. Tie tightly into a double knot. Turn cardboard over and cut completely through yarn on this side. Turn yarn sideways and smooth down strands.

Press the foam ball onto a hard surface to flatten bottom. Glue the bottom of the egg carton section to flattened area. Cover the top and sides of the ball with tacky glue. Separate the strands of the pompom to fit the foam ball. Press pompom into place. Arrange yarn.

Print and cut out the patterns of the feet and hands from the Web site, trace onto orange craft foam and cut out. Glue the egg carton to the foam feet. Glue on wiggle eyes.

Cut the pipe cleaner in half. Glue a hand onto one end of each pipe cleaner. Poke the other ends of the pipe cleaners into the bug for arms. Bend at the elbows. You can use clothespins to hold until the glue dries.

Cut squares of craft foam for patches. Draw dotted lines for stitching. Glue to hat. Glue hat to the head of the yarn bug.

 

 

 

Kids’ Krafts: Colors of autumn clothe acorn people

Thursday, October 1st, 2009

By Kathy Antoniotti

Akron Beacon Journal

Anyone with an oak tree growing in his or her backyard knows the acorn is a favorite staple of a squirrel’s diet. In autumn, you can see them collect and store acorns for winter.

But did you know that for centuries humans also relied on the fruit of the tree for food?

In Northern California, the Miwok Acorn Festival is celebrated each year during the last week of September. The annual festival commemorates the gathering of Miwoks, a Native American tribe, for the acorn harvest.

Known as the “Big Time,” the Miwok people used the gathering to share food, exchange news and supplies and to give thanks for the tiny acorn that would sustain them through winter.

It required a lot of work to extract the meat of the nut, grind it into meal and make it ready to eat. But because the average adult consumed 2,000 pounds of acorns a year, it was necessary for the Miwoks’ existence.

By 1848, the year of the great Gold Rush, the Miwoks, who had lived on the land for centuries, were forced to aban-don their ancestral land.

Each year the Miwok Acorn Festival celebrates their history at a reconstructed Miwok Village at Grinding Rock State Park, in Pine Grove, Ca.

Learn more about the history of the Miwok tribe and the Acorn Festival at Brownielocks & the 3 Bears at http://www.brownielocks.com/miwok.html on the Web.

To commemorate the celebration, I made acorn people using nuts I was able to gather a few weeks ago before the squirrels gobbled them up and some colorful silk autumn leaves for clothing.

I found directions for the dolls at http://kidscrafts.topknacks.com/documents/acornpeoplekidscrafts.html and modi-fied the directions for our use.

Supplies you will need:

1 old-fashioned type clothespin (without a spring, available at craft stores) and stand.

Large acorn with cap removed.

Colorful silk leaves.

Yarn for hair.

Glue.

Black fine-tipped marker.

Ask an adult to cut the tip of the acorn off to make it flat.

Cut a few pieces of yarn and glue to the top of the acorn. Replace cap and secure with a few drops of glue.

While the acorn dries, glue the clothespin into the stand. Start layering the leaves about three-quarters from the bottom, wrapping them to look like a gown, or through the slit in the clothespin to look like trousers. You can cut away any thick stems if necessary.

Continue covering the clothespin until you reach the top.

Draw facial features on the acorn with a black marker.

Glue the bottom of the acorn to the top of the clothespin and let dry.

Gift from a stranger: Couple to give up baby after embryo switch

Wednesday, September 23rd, 2009

By JOHN SEEWER
Associated Press Writer

TOLEDO, Ohio – Carolyn Savage didn’t know what to think, what to say, where to look as the ultrasound wand glided over her belly. It was supposed to be her baby inside. Not someone else’s.
Yet here she was in her doctor’s office with the baby’s biological mother, both brought together by a terrible error at a fertility clinic. A doctor, they said, had given Savage the wrong embryo, and now she was carrying the other woman’s child.
“The wand is on my abdomen and the technician’s talking to someone else: ‘There’s your baby’s nose. There’s your baby’s head,’” she said. “It was surreal.”
Embryo mix-ups at fertility clinics are extremely rare. In those few instances, they’ve degenerated into custody battles, ugly lawsuits and at least one abortion. But not this time. Savage and her husband decided that the right thing – the only thing – to do was to give the baby to the biological parents.
“This was someone else’s child,” she told The Associated Press on Wednesday. “We didn’t know who it was. We didn’t know if they didn’t have children or if this was their last chance for a child.”
“We knew if our child was out there, we’d go to the ends of the earth to get our child back,” she said.
Savage, 40, is due to give birth to a boy within the next two weeks via cesarean section. When it happens, biological parents Paul and Shannon Morell, of Michigan, will be nearby, waiting to meet their son.
“How do you thank somebody for what they’ve done?” Shannon Morell said. “I could say thank you a million dif-ferent ways.”
The Savages say the fertility clinic transferred the wrong frozen embryo to Carolyn’s womb in early February. Ten days later, Sean Savage got a call from a doctor saying his wife was pregnant with someone else’s child.
“By God’s grace, there was never a moment where we thought we were going to have another baby of our own,” Carolyn Savage said.
The doctor told them they could abort, but the couple didn’t consider that a viable option.
“It wasn’t even something we had to discuss,” said Sean Savage, 39.
The Savages won’t reveal the name of the fertility clinic, saying only that it’s not in Ohio. They have hired attorneys who say they are working to make sure the clinic will accept full responsibility.
A message was left Wednesday for the Savages’ Detroit attorney, Brian McKeen.
The Morells, who live north of Detroit, learned of the mistake a day after the Savages. They were just about to start the process of having another baby with their last embryos when the clinic called.
The two couples knew nothing about each other. Shannon Morell feared that the pregnant woman would choose abortion, ending their chance to give their 2-year-old twin girls a sibling.
“I didn’t think she’d want to carry the baby to term,” Shannon said. “I felt helpless.”
A few days passed before they learned that the Savages were not only willing to continue with the pregnancy, but also to hand over the baby without hesitation.
In the first few weeks, the Savages sent e-mail updates after every doctor’s visit. The couples finally met about three months into the pregnancy.
They shook hands, held back tears and began to form a bond. Phone calls followed.
Then in August, Carolyn Savage asked Shannon Morell whether she wanted to be with her for the ultrasound.
Shannon felt funny, too, being in the same room with Carolyn and her husband. She didn’t want to show too much excitement, knowing how conflicted they must be feeling.
“I felt like the third wheel,” she said. “Although I knew that child inside her was mine, it wasn’t the same feeling I had with the twins.”
The American Society for Reproductive Medicine doesn’t track how many women have been given the wrong embryos, said Eleanor Nicoll, a spokeswoman. Only a few cases have popped up the past decade or so.
A California woman was awarded $1 million in 2004 to settle a lawsuit against a fertility specialist who accidentally gave her the wrong embryos and hid the mistake until her baby was 10 months old.
A white New York woman gave birth to a black couple’s baby in 1998 after an embryo mix-up that set off a two-year court fight between the couples over visitation rights. And just this year, a Japanese woman aborted her preg-nancy after she was told there had been a mistake at a government-run hospital.
Each fertility clinic has its own system for identifying and tracking embryos. Most patients get an identification number that also is kept with the embryos while they are stored. Names are double-checked. So are the numbers.
The Savages and the Morells say they have not been told what exactly went wrong at their clinic.
Neither family is sure what will happen after the baby is handed over to the Morells. They plan on approaching it like they have so far – with caution and care – making sure not to cause any more pain.
Carolyn Savage won’t have another chance to carry her own baby because of her age and difficulties during her earlier pregnancies. She and her husband plan to hire a surrogate and try again for a fourth child.
The Morells don’t have a name picked out for their son and aren’t likely to make it public.
His mom doesn’t want him to be known as the baby who got switched at the clinic. She wants to tell him about that herself. And she wonders if someday he’ll want to meet the woman who gave birth to him.
Carolyn Savage said she knows she’ll always think about him, and Shannon Morell plans to send the Savages up-dates as the baby grows.
“We’ll always have a bond,” she said.

Buffett’s animated financial lessons going online

Thursday, July 30th, 2009

JOSH FUNK, AP Business Writer

OMAHA, Nebraska (AP) — Kids will finally have a chance to learn financial lessons from billionaire Warren Buffett when his cartoon is released online this fall — three years later than planned.

Buffett is starring in “The Secret Millionaire’s Club” that is designed to teach kids financial principles, such as avoiding debt.

Buffett said he hopes the cartoon will be fun and informative.

“What better time to help educate our kids about financial responsibility,” Buffett said in a statement.

Berkshire Hathaway Inc.’s chairman and CEO is donating his time to the project to foster financial literacy.

“This is a legacy item for him,” said cartoon creator Andy Heyward, who has been creating humorous cartoons for Berkshire’s annual meetings since the 1980s.

This won’t be the first time Buffett has done cartoon work. He also provided the voice of James Madison in a DVD called “Liberty’s Kids” that was created by Heyward’s previous company, which also made well-known cartoons such as “Inspector Gadget” and “Strawberry Shortcake.”

Originally, the cartoon was supposed to be released on DVD in the fall of 2006. Heyward says he began developing the Millionaire’s Club at his previous company, DIC Entertainment, which he sold last year.

Heyward’s new company, A Squared Entertainment, plans to release three- to five-minutes-long episodes of the Millionaire’s Club online.

In addition to the Buffett cartoon, Heyward plans three other celebrity titles designed to teach kids important lessons.

The other title scheduled to launch this fall is “Gisele Bundchen’s GiGi & the Green Team” where Bundchen is a supermodel by day and superhero protector of the environment by night.

Next spring, Heyward plans to launch “Little Martha” with Martha Stewart teaching about cooking, crafting and gardening and “Kosmos” based on astronomer Carl Sagan’s work.

All of the online cartoons will have their own Web sites, but the episodes will premiere on AOL’s site.

Buffett’s company owns more than 60 subsidiaries including insurance, furniture, clothing, jewelry and candy companies, restaurants, natural gas and corporate jet firms and has major investments in such companies as Coca-Cola Co. and Wells Fargo & Co.

Copyright 2009 The Associated Press.

Shredded tires: Best choice for playground surfaces?

Wednesday, July 29th, 2009

By Julie Deardorff, Chicago Tribune

Recycled rubber playground surfaces seem like a win-win situation. When children fall, they’re more likely to bounce than break bones. And the springy, low-maintenance ground cover, which is also used in running tracks and synthetic turf, provides an eco-friendly solution to automotive tire waste.

But some parents are having second thoughts about the cushioning surface, now that the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency has said it isn’t certain that chronic exposure to the chemicals found in tire crumb is safe. Though shredded-tire playground surfaces have been endorsed by the EPA and the Consumer Product Safety Commission (CPSC) for years, there’s little data related to the toxicological risks from the surface, according to documents released to the advocacy group Public Employees for Environmental Responsibility.

“I steer my kids away from such playgrounds whenever possible,” said Becky Andrews of St. Paul, a mother of two boys, ages 13 and 6, who lives near a playground with recycled tire crumb. “I’ve wondered what was in all that dust that they were undoubtedly breathing in.”

Others have been alarmed when children came home from the playground with fragments of tire crumb rubber on their clothing, according to EPA documents.

But do parents really need to worry?

One of the few studies to assess the health effects of tire crumb found the chemicals could be toxic to aquatic organisms such as fish, though the effects decreased over time. With regard to children, reused tires posed minimal hazard, noted the 2003 study. The National Program for Playground Safety says it will recommend tire crumb until it receives guidance from the EPA. But not everyone wants to wait for the results of the EPA’s field-monitoring studies, which have been criticized for being too limited.

If Washington, D.C.’s Kat Song can’t avoid a playground outfitted with recycled tires, she has her sons, ages 6 and 3, wash their hands after playing on them.

Parents can also try the following strategies until more research has been done:

Seek out alternative surfaces, including wood chips, wood mulch that hasn’t been treated with the pesticide chromated copper arsenate (CCA), sand or pea gravel. Children should not play on playgrounds with asphalt, concrete or CCA-treated wood mulch, according to the CPSC’s Handbook for Playground Safety.

After your children have played in shredded tire material, thoroughly clean your kids and their clothes, said Jeff Ruch, executive director of Public Employees for Environmental Responsibility, which wants the EPA to stop promoting tire crumb playgrounds until research has concluded it’s safe.

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(c) 2009, Chicago Tribune.

Distributed by McClatchy-Tribune Information Services.

Tim Burton’s Adventures in ‘Wonderland’

Wednesday, July 29th, 2009

Tim Burton lets slip that his new movie ‘Alice in Wonderland’ has been “a bit of an experiment” and he hopes that it’s not too weird for kids.

Living with children

Tuesday, July 28th, 2009

By John Rosemond, McClatchy Newspapers

Q: Our 12-year-old son likes a girl in the neighborhood who is in his same grade in school. His friend called the girl on his cell phone and dared our son to talk with her, so he did. We found out and told him it’s okay to like a girl and have a pleasant conversation with her in a group situation like recess, but he is too young to call her at home or say she is his girlfriend. Do you agree?

A: Well, yes, I agree, but for the life of me I can’t figure out how you intend to enforce the boundaries you’ve put on this (probably) very innocent relationship. How are you going to make sure he doesn’t conspire to, say, meet her at the movies? And how, pray tell, are you going to make sure he doesn’t ever call her his girlfriend?

I think you’re getting yourselves in over your head here, setting up rules that you can’t enforce. In so doing, you run the very real risk of pushing your son into engaging in deceit. By establishing rules you can’t enforce, you’ve broadcast your anxieties to your son and invited him to rebel. In the first place, I can’t imagine that your anxiety is warranted. The likelihood is smaller than small that this is anything more than “puppy love,” a crush that will run its course without any effort on your part. In the second place, the less you say about this, the better. As it stands, you’re jumping the gun, seeing a problem where there is none.

If I was the parent in this situation, I’d simply tell my son that I expect him to treat the young lady with respect, both when he’s in her company and when he is not. I’d tell him that feelings of attraction between boys and girls this age are completely normal and that if he has feelings he wants to talk about, I am completely open to such conversations. In other words, I’d not establish boundaries unless it was obvious that boundaries were needed, and I’d invite a broader discussion on the issue of male-female relationships. This is an opportunity. Don’t waste it!

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Q: We just discovered that our 10-year-old daughter has been assigned to a third grade teacher whom we feel is not a good “fit” for her. This teacher has a reputation for being very demanding and impatient. Our daughter is very sensitive and has had some academic difficulties in the past. Besides, she doesn’t do well under pressure. Should we ask the principal to transfer her to a teacher who’s a bit more flexible?

A: I would strongly advise against it. In the top-secret manual, “The Good Principal’s Guide To Dealing With Pushy Parents,” a copy of which I obtained from sources that must remain unnamed, Article One states: “Do not cave in to parents who request that their little darlings be assigned to the teachers of their choosing.” I’m not saying that you’re pushy or that you regard your daughter as anything akin to a “little darling,” mind you, but you invite those perceptions by making such a request.

A principal who grants one such request is going to be inundated with them. Better to nip such a parent uprising in the bud, or so the manual states. Furthermore, every transfer can be interpreted, rightly or wrongly, as undermining the authority and reputation of the teacher to whom the child was originally assigned. So by crossing that line, a principal risks angering a whole bunch of folks he really can’t afford to anger.

I’m not denying that your daughter might do better with another teacher, but then, that’s life, and I am going to be bold enough to suggest that your daughter is old enough to begin learning that sometimes life deals you the hand you want, and sometimes it doesn’t. Besides, demanding teachers bring out the best in most kids. In any case, your job is to never let your daughter know that you would rather she was in another teacher’s class.

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(Family psychologist John Rosemond answers parents’ questions on his Web site at www.rosemond.com.)

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(c) 2009, The Charlotte Observer (Charlotte, N.C.).

Distributed by McClatchy-Tribune Information Services.

Swimming with Crocs

Monday, July 27th, 2009

By Vanessa McMains, Chicago Tribune

CHICAGO — Jessica Rosenberg has noticed one of this summer’s hottest trends right in her family pool in Santa Clara, Calif.: kids wearing their Crocs while swimming.

“My kids have been wearing their Crocs in the pool for two summers now,” said Rosenberg, 33, the mother of two children ages 2 and 4.

But because Crocs are worn everywhere — public bathrooms, playgrounds, home, sidewalks — some poolgoers are wondering if the Croc-wearers are tracking extra germs into the water.

“As for the sanitary issue, I doubt putting Crocs in a chlorinated pool is any less healthy than letting a child whose feet are black with grime from walking around in flip-flops get into the same pool,” said Rosenberg. “But, then again, we swim in a private backyard pool.”

Experts say the street-shoe aspect of Crocs makes them problematic.

“I don’t think it is hygienic to wear street shoes into the water that should be clean,” said Elizabeth Scott, co-director of the Center for Hygiene and Health in Home and Community at Simmons College in Boston.

Parents looking out for their children are often faced with conflicting concerns, though. Wearing shoes in the water can protect kids’ feet from rocks, shells, concrete scrapes and other elements — and the already-popular and waterproof Crocs serve that purpose well. Does that outweigh the tracking in and out of germs that might be happening?

“The more germs you throw into the pool, the harder to keep the pool clean,” Scott said.

Many public pools have rules that ban street shoes from being worn in the water. Crocs are quickly replacing water shoes as the footwear of choice for kids in private pools and places that allow shoes, however.

Furthermore, kids like to wear their Crocs in the water because they float. Crocs can change a kid’s buoyancy like anti-gravity boots and double as a pool toy — think of the Fun Noodle craze with the floating tubes.

“The shoes are ideal because they become weightless in the water and no one burns their feet on hot cement when getting out,” said Rosenberg. “As an added bonus, the shoes come out squeaky clean.”

Official Crocs are made of a patented antimicrobial material called Croslite. Many of the other Croc-like shoes are made from different materials, some that rival the comfort of Crocs — such as Holey’s made from SmartCel memory foam — but do not claim to prevent bacteria from growing on them. Other knock-offs, while cheap and slip-resistant, are made of rubber and have no extra antibacterial properties.

Even though Crocs are antimicrobial, the company recommends that wearers occasionally disinfect their shoes with a simple solution of 10 percent bleach, which can be made by adding 1 cup of bleach to 9 cups of water.

The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention recommends always showering before and after going swimming and if you will be wearing Crocs or other kinds of shoes, then shower with them too. This prevents the transfer of germs from the environment into pools and prevents any bacteria that could be lurking in pools or beaches to be carried home.

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(c) 2009, Chicago Tribune

Distributed by McClatchy-Tribune Information Services.

Head blows that were once shrugged off now more of a concern

Friday, July 24th, 2009

By Mark Kram, Philadelphia Daily News

BEDFORD, Mass. — What Lisa McHale would like you to know is the way it once was, not the way it ended. Because it is vital to her that you know her husband Tom as she will always remember him — the intelligent, principled, fun-loving man she fell for so long ago back in college. Away from the violence that unfolded each Sunday on the football field, where he played on the offensive line for nine years in the NFL for the Eagles and two other teams, the 6-4, 290-pound Tom McHale could fill up a room with his presence. Good guy: Loved his wife, doted on his three boys, and remained loyal to his old pals from childhood. Lisa remembers she was “instantaneously crazy about him” and that would never change, even as she now catches herself saying: “I just wish you could have known Tom when he was Tom.”

Gradually, he became a stranger to her. In the years that followed his departure from the league in 1995, during which he opened some restaurants and worked in real estate in the Tampa area, McHale began taking OxyContin and other drugs to quell the pain that had settled in his joints. “Physically, he had the body of a far older man,” says Lisa, who by 2005 became aware that “something was terribly, terribly wrong.” Tom had lapsed into a depression. The man who once embraced life with such energy and enthusiasm became withdrawn socially, what Lisa would later describe as a shell of his old self. He told Lisa he was hooked and entered rehab but he relapsed, again and yet again before Lisa asked him to leave in May 2008; Tom had begun using while the children were in the house. Within a week Tom had died in his sleep from an accidental drug overdose at the apartment of a friend. He was 45.

Chances are it would have ended there as just another sad casualty of addiction were it not for a telephone call Lisa received from Chris Nowinski, the founder of the Sports Legacy Institute and co-director of the Center for the Study of Traumatic Encephalopathy at the Boston University School of Medicine. From what he understood of how McHale died, Nowinski suspected that years of repetitive head trauma had left him with Chronic Traumatic Encephalopathy (CTE), a brain abnormality that renders one susceptible to memory impairment, emotional instability, erratic behavior and problems with impulse control. Nowinski asked Lisa if she would allow the brain of her deceased husband to be analyzed.

She agreed.

And the findings she was later presented with seemed to explain everything.

Tom had an acute case of CTE. According to Dr. Ann McKee, a CSTE co-director and neuropathologist who specializes in degenerative brain disease, McHale exhibited significant pathology in areas of the brain that control inhibitions, impulsivity, insight, judgment, memory, emotional liability and aggressive behavior. While McKee says there is “no direct link” between the damage she discovered and drug dependence, she speculated that McHale was probably experiencing “these weird connections,” that he could well have been using drugs not just to feel better physically but also to ease the psychological turbulence that forms in concert with dying brain cells. Lisa remembers that Tom had written in a diary that he was overwhelmed by the continual feeling that he was having a nervous breakdown.

“I had come to grips with the fact that he had died of addiction, but it seemed to me as if something else was going on with him,” Lisa says. “He had worked hard in recovery but just did not get any better. The poor man was confused. And then I looked at the slides of his brain tissue and I understood why.

“He was losing his mind. And our minds are who we are.”

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The delivery usually comes to the lab, though McKee says sometimes it will come to her home if the hour is late. The brain is placed in two layers of plastic bags filled with wet ice and secured in a bucket. The bucket is sealed with tape and placed in an even larger plastic bag of wet ice, which is then packed inside a styrofoam container and shipped in a cardboard box preferably no later than 14 hours after death. McKee and her small staff then photograph the brain, weigh it and cut it in two: One part is frozen at 80 degrees below zero for use by ensuing generations of scientists; the other part is placed in a fixative and used to harvest tissue that can be placed on slides for examination under a microscope. All of this takes place in an austere brick building at the Veterans Administration Hospital in suburban Boston, where McKee has affixed a sign to her door that asks ironically: “Got Brains?”

“Once a delivery was inadvertently dropped off at the wrong address, so it ended up with a neighbor,” McKee says as she slips on a pair of surgical gloves in the morgue. “I can only imagine what they were thinking when they got it.”

A wry chuckle, then unnecessarily: “By the way, I would not touch anything.”

Evaluation of the specimens always begins with a blind analysis, a search for abnormalities that could lend clues to how a person lived — and died. In the case of McHale, McKee knew he had played football at Cornell and in the NFL but no more. However, the evidence she found of CTE led her to certain assumptions, which were only confirmed when she spoke with Lisa McHale and became aware of the issues that faced Tom in his final days. McKee says: “In a way you come to feel as if you know the person you are working on.” At that point the object she is probing is no longer an inert entity but a piece in an elaborate puzzle that could explain sometimes odd behavioral patterns that preceded or even contributed to death. “It becomes a question of: Can you connect the dots?” McKee says. “You try to correlate their clinical symptoms with your pathologic findings.”

Autopsies conducted by McKee and others in her field have shown that “the dots” lead back to CTE, which for years had been considered a form of dementia suffered largely by boxers. CTE has been found in 10 of the 11 deceased football players whose brains have been examined in the laboratory. Dr. Bennet Omalu, the chief medical examiner for San Joaquin (Calif.) County and author of the book, “Play Hard, Die Young: Football Dementia, Depression and Death,” discovered the presence of CTE in three Steelers: center Mike Webster (heart attack); guard Terry Long (suicide) and tackle Justin Strzelczyk (high-speed car crash); and Eagles safety Andre Waters (suicide). McKee has discovered it in McHale, who played 21 games at guard and tackle for the Eagles in 1993 and ‘94; former Houston Oilers linebacker John Grimsley (self-inflicted gunshot wound); two NFL players who have not yet been publicly identified; and two non-NFL football players who also have not been publicly identified. None of the former players found with it was younger than 36, but McKee did encounter evidence of the abnormal tau protein deposition that is the precursor of CTE in a deceased 18-year-old football player. Says McKee: “And that is extraordinary. Someone that age should not have that.”

Head blows that were once shrugged off as just having your “bell rung” have become an increasing concern for ex-players who participate in contact sports. Nowinski, a former Harvard football player and pro wrestler who suffered some serious head trauma, has signed up 116 former athletes to donate their brains for study as part of the CSTE Brain Bank Registry — including former Flyers star Keith Primeau, who had to quit playing because of a series of concussions. While there is not yet enough data accumulated to draw any firm conclusions, that day is not far off — perhaps just three years. “Ideally, we would like to have 50 brains or so,” says McKee, who says the study has been receiving an average of “around a brain per month.” Nowinski says that as the word of his program has spread he has been hearing from concerned spouses of former players who have shown signs of declining cognitive ability. Such accounts are supported by a 2007 survey of 2,552 former NFL players by Center for the Study of Retired Athletes at the University of North Carolina: 37 percent had a higher risk of Alzheimer’s disease than other men their age.

So what does the NFL have to say? For years, the league has argued that there is “no conclusive proof” of a link between playing football and the development of cognitive impairment. But unlike the head-in-the-sand position it took under former commissioner Paul Tagliabue, the NFL has adopted a proactive stance toward concussions under successor Roger Goodell. In the wake of a concussion conference the league held in Chicago in June 2007, the league has embraced more enlightened guidelines on the supervision of concussions, which has included the enactment of rules to prevent “unnecessary helmet impacts.” NFL spokesman Greg Aiello said “the injury has been treated more carefully than it has ever been and the players are more aware of it.” A formal statement issued by the league stressed in part “there continues to be considerable debate within the medical community on the precise long-term effects of concussions and how they relate to other risk factors, including preexisting conditions or family history.”

Elsewhere, the statement argued: “Hundreds of thousands of people have played football and other sports without experiencing any problem of this type.”

CSTE co-director Dr. Robert Cantu replies: “That is bosh!”

“There is no statistical study of those people,” says Cantu, a clinical professor of neurosurgery at Boston University. “There is no way of knowing that unless an autopsy has been conducted.”

As part of its own study into concussions, the NFL committee on Mild-Traumatic Brain Injuries invited Nowinski and McKee to appear before them May 19. Neither side would comment specifically what was discussed, but McKee says: “They seemed interested in hearing what we had to say.” Cantu applauds the league for bringing them in but hopes that it ends up being more than just “lip service,” that it is instead the beginning of a probe that addresses the central unanswered question has engaged CSTE: “Can we connect with a black line between playing football in the NFL to these abnormal tau protein depositions?” Cantu concedes that a prior condition or a genetic predisposition could play a part, but says there is no existing data that points to drug use as a contributing factor. Says McKee: “Of the six players I have looked at, there is no evidence that two of them had ever used anabolic steroids. (Skeptics) love to point to anabolic steroids as explanation.”

Concussions have captured the headlines, but it could be somewhat more complicated than that. In fact, Cantu says it is “the total brain trauma” that a player absorbs and “not just the number of concussions” that leave him vulnerable to CTE (which Cantu thinks has been generally misdiagnosed as Alzheimer’s disease). Consequently, Cantu says that while NHL players are hit just as hard or harder than NFL players, NFL lineman such as Webster, Long, McHale and others were at jeopardy because of the way their heads were “violently shaken” on every play — not enough to cause a concussion perhaps, but enough to cause cumulative injury from repetitive subconcussive insult. Says McKee, holding up a slide of a McHale sample: “What we have is a continual acceleration/deceleration of the brain inside the skull.”

She points to the border of the hippocampus, a curved ridge of tissue in the cerebral hemisphere associated with memory. “There can be no disputing the facts,” McKee says of the area, the discoloration of which stems from an accumulation of tau. “And you do not have to be a doctor to see it. Here it is. You can either pretend that it is not happening or just accept it.”

She shrugs and with a sigh adds, “We are not splitting hairs here.”

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John Grimsley was an avid outdoorsman who was so adept at handling firearms that his wife Virginia used to call him “Grimsley Adams,” a play on the old TV show about frontiersman Grizzly Adams. So when the former Houston Oilers linebacker accidentally shot himself while cleaning a pistol in February 2008, it seemed inconceivable to Virginia that her husband could have been so careless with a weapon. “I just wondered, ‘How the heck could this have happened?’” says Virginia, who adds there was no indication that it was a suicide. In fact, the dying Grimsley reached for a cleaning rag to stanch the blood flow from the wound in his chest.

“John would have never wanted to leave this earth,” said Virginia, whose husband was 45 when he died. “John loved life, and I know he would not have done that to me and our two sons. What I think happened is that he just forgot that there was still a bullet in the chamber.”

Virginia had been worried about John. He had indeed become forgetful. Exasperated, she would find herself saying to him: “Honey, I told you that five times today.” Worse, the “laid-back, slow-to-anger” man that she had known since they were teenagers in Ohio had developed a short fuse. Virginia would stare at him when he snapped at her and say: “Who are you?” Always, he would come around later and apologize, and Virginia would shrug and “just chalk it up to a bad day.” But along with the personality change she saw in him there were other problems: headaches, insomnia and an increasing reliance on alcohol to numb the pain that shot through his shoulder and hands. Virginia explained it as a function of just getting older until she saw a documentary on Nowinski and the problems other former players were having.

Virginia told him, “Honey, you know we have always joked that you were hit in the head once too often. But this is not funny anymore.”

“Oh, well,” John replied. “We all took our blows to the head. That was just part of the game.”

Virginia told him he should watch the documentary if it came on again.

He did.

“And he just sat there looking at the screen not saying a word,” Virginia says. “And that just spoke volumes. I could see that he was scared.”

No one looked beyond the here and now when it came to head trauma in the era that Grimsley played. In fact, former Baltimore Colts safety Bruce Laird says taking a blow to head was “a badge of honor.” Laird had four concussions during his career and adds, “And that does not count the number of times I was knocked around.” He remembers once he was so woozy that the team doctors took his helmet away and hid it to keep him from playing again. Laird says, “I found it and went back in anyway.” Even if it remained unspoken by coaches and teammates, it was the expectation that a player would “suck it up.” In the case of Laird and countless others, that commonly occurred with the aid of what he calls “ammonia snappers.”

“What they would do if you were out of it is break one open and give you a sniff of it,” says Laird, who is a CSTE donor. “It would be like taking the cap off an ammonia bottle and taking a whiff of it. I remember I used to have our trainer carry them on his belt like bullets. I used them liked candy.”

What it comes down to as far as former NFL linebacker Isaiah Kacyvenski is concerned is taking the decision to play or not to play out of the hands of the player, of establishing strict protocols that would essentially protect the player from himself. Kacyvenski says he had 15 concussions during his playing career at Harvard and in the NFL with the Seahawks, Rams and Raiders. “When your livelihood depends on hitting people, you have no choice but to ‘tough through it,’” says Kacyvenski, a CSTE donor who remembers being blindsided in a game. Kacyvenski says he “wandered off the field, not sure of where I was.” He says he was so out of it that he had no sense of smell, even when he took a deep whiff of an ammonia capsule. Says Kacyvenski: “So they gave me two. Huge whiffs — nothing. Close to a half-hour later, I was allowed to go back in the game.”

But whatever hazards exist are shoved aside by young players trying to crack into the league. As he walked off the Eagles’ practice field at the NovaCare Complex last week, guard Mike McGlynn said he was not sure if he has ever had a concussion. “I have had some headaches,” says McGlynn, in his second year out of Pittsburgh. While he is well aware that players in the NFL are replaceable parts, he says he would not withhold a head injury from the coaches if he happened to get one. But safety Reshard Langford, an undrafted rookie out of Vanderbilt, says he could understand why a player would do it. He says: “What is the average length of a career — two, three years? So the turnover is high.” Second-year cornerback Jack Ikegwuonu, out of Wisconsin, adds that head injury can be preventable “if you are taught well and learn how to tackle.” While he says he has not had a concussion yet, he would not hesitate to report it, saying: “Your body is your temple.” Ikegwuonu adds that he has never heard of CTE.

Because the symptoms of CTE are undetectable by screening and take years to develop, there is a palpable fear among players that they are in store for a sad reckoning, that old age could be some form of the misery that has engulfed former Baltimore Colts tight end John Mackey. Few players in the league were as articulate as Mackey, the former president of the players association. Laird says Mackey is institutionalized, unable to speak and has the characteristics of a small child; he and his former Colts teammates were instrumental in founding a program in honor of him called the “88 Plan” that has been co-sponsored by the NFL to lend aid to close to 100 other former players. Well aware of the pattern of disability that has ensnared some former players, which Nowinski thinks of as an “emerging lost generation of non-functional men,” the 31-year-old Kacyvenski says it takes him longer to do the same things he did 10 years ago, and that he slips in and out of depression.

“Do I worry about the shape I will be in 20 years from now? Yes, I do,” Kacyvenski says. “But I take it day by day. I have a wife and two children, and I want to contribute to society in whatever positive way I can.”

Says Cantu: “Insofar as developing CTE is concerned, the fact that we have found it in 10 of 11 cases is not to say that this will be the batting average for the NFL. But what we know is that it does not show up during their playing careers, which is why Troy Aikman and Steve Young are not out of the woods yet. Both of them took poundings and are well-spoken enough to do TV. But it will not be clear for 15 or 20 years if they have developed CTE.”

McKee says that the delay seeing symptoms of CTE is part of the problem. “Because the delay is 10 years or more, people no longer connect it to a head trauma they suffered 20 years ago,” she says. “But I wonder whenever I hear a former player has beaten his wife, or lost his business because they were gambling like crazy, or ended up dead at the end of a scary police chase. Is there evidence of brain damage?”

Education is the unifying aim of the Sports Legacy Institute. Co-founder Cantu says that while CSTE is anchored in the study of CTE — which he calls “the worst of the worst” in terms of brain degeneration — the Sports Legacy Institute is aimed at helping players develop a better understanding of concussions and postconcussion syndrome. “We want to be able to let a player know when enough is enough,” says Cantu, who adds that better equipment has given players “a false sense of security.” He uses the NHL as an illustration: In the days before college players wore face shields, there was a problem with eye injuries that has now been eradicated. But Cantu says that the tradeoff has been “that game is now played more violently.” No one could appreciate that better than Primeau, who says that head contact that used to be accidental has become intentional. Still suffering from “lightheadedness” whenever he exerts himself, Primeau says he hopes that by signing on with Nowinski he has an impact on the perceived severity of head trauma, which he says he overlooked in order to get back in the lineup.

Whatever issues exist at the pro level, youth sports is a platform of special concern for Cantu, who says that a young brain is especially vulnerable to injury. In an effort to address the problem of concussions, Washington state adopted legislation that prohibits players 18 years or younger suspected of having suffered concussions from playing again without the clearance of a licensed health care provider. But former Houston Texans center and CSTE donor Ben Lynch says there has to be widespread culture change when it comes to youth football, if only because young players and even their coaches take their cues from how the NFL conducts itself. Laird agrees and adds pointedly: “A parent deserves to know what the risks are before they allow their children to play.”

Virginia Grimsley says she would not allow her sons to play in light of what she knows now. She says: “Both of them are in their 20s now, so it is not an issue for me.”

And John?

Would he have still played?

Well, she says, he loved it, even if he could not have imagined how it would have ended for him, how there was that accident and that was soon followed by a telephone call that Virginia received as she was arranging the funeral with her pastor. A friend poked her head in the door to interrupt, and they sat down in another room.

The friend said, “Someone named Chris Nowinski called and … ”

Virginia stopped her and said, “Tell him I know who he is. And I know what he wants. He can have it.”

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When Tom McHale played in the NFL, Lisa says she he “never once” heard her husband or his teammates even bring up the subject of concussions. “It was just not something he or anyone else even discussed back then,” says Lisa, who has since had a conversation with a player who told her: “Oh yes, I remember one he had very, very well.” But he took a whiff of an ammonia capsule and was out there for the ensuing series, unaware that by doing so he was placing himself in jeopardy. Lisa is certain that if Tom understood the consequences he faced, he would have never played football.

“Had he known how it would leave him — no,” Lisa says. “Tom would have said it was not worth the price.”

It has been more than a year since Tom died — May 25, 2008. He is buried not far from their home in Tampa. Whenever Lisa visits his grave, she thinks back on the sweet, cheerful man she once knew, and understands with profound sadness that she would never have him back again. Slowly, he had vanished before her eyes and would not have come back, even if he had conquered his addiction. Because Lisa says that if it had been just that — the drugs — she is certain that Tom would have found the strength to overcome it and be there with them. But she says her husband was “fighting something far larger in his head,” and that the years ahead would have been arduous had he lived.

It was beyond Tom, she says.

It was beyond them both.

And there was nothing anybody could do.

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(c) 2009, Philadelphia Daily News./

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After decades apart, woman finds momhomeless in Orlando

Thursday, July 23rd, 2009

By Susan Jacobson, The Orlando Sentinel

ORLANDO, Fla. — For nearly four decades, all Jessica Wisnoski had to remember her mother was a tattered photo of 2-year-old Wisnoski sitting in her mom’s lap.

The yearning to know her mother never left Wisnoski, 38, who lives near Houston. She and her husband, Bryan, spent $20,000 and 17 years searching for Lani Burgos, 58, who left her only child with Burgos’ father and stepmother while she tried to kick a drug habit.

On Saturday night, Wisnoski finally found her mom — homeless and living in Orlando, Fla.

After years of dashed hopes and false leads, the Wisnoskis, with the help of a private investigator, tracked Burgos to a Salvation Army shelter in Ocala, Fla., and, from there, to Central Florida.

During the weekend, they drove to Orlando, where they planned to hand out fliers offering a reward for helping them find Burgos. On the way to the Coalition for the Homeless of Central Florida, they stumbled on police Officer Jonathan Adkins. He offered to drive them.

No luck at the shelter. So, Adkins took the couple to other hangouts for the homeless, including Lake Lucerne, where transients said they had seen Burgos at free meals downtown, Adkins said.

Armed with a jail booking photo — Burgos has been arrested a couple of times on open-container and illegal-camping charges — they swung by the Interstate 4/ East-West Expressway underpass. There, a woman sat on the sidewalk.

“I said, ‘Oh, my gosh, I think that’s her,’” Wisnoski recalled.

Adkins checked it out.

“Are you Lani Burgos?” he asked. “How are you doing?”

“Yes,” she said. “I’m OK. Am I in trouble?”

Then, Wisnoski sat next to the mother she never really knew. Burgos initially thought Wisnoski was a social worker.

“Did you have a daughter?” Wisnoski asked.

“Yes.”

“Was her name Jessica?”

“Yes.”

“I am that daughter, Jessica,” Wisnoski said, showing her mom the yellowed picture of her sitting on her lap.

“We just started talking,” Burgos said.

It turned out that Burgos planned to retrieve her toddler in no more than a year. In Houston, Burgos’ father and stepmother raised Jessica as a daughter. The family moved to Satellite Beach, then back to Houston when Wisnoski was 10.

There’s a family dispute, but Burgos says she was tricked into signing away her daughter. Since then, she has thought of Wisnoski on holidays and birthdays but long ago gave up hope of finding her.

Meanwhile, the year stretched into decades. Burgos lived in New York City for 35 years, where she worked as a nurse’s aide, bartender, secretary and nanny in a cult community. Tired of the cold weather, she migrated to Florida three years ago, working for a time on horse ranches in Ocala.

Burgos has been homeless in Orlando for two years, occasionally working day-labor jobs. She said she was a cashier at Wet ‘n Wild and also washed dishes at a Walt Disney World restaurant.

On Saturday night, she wiped tears from her eyes, overcome by the emotion of seeing the daughter she thought she had lost forever. The two laughed and chatted, enjoying a beer at a downtown bar as if they had spent a lifetime together.

“It’s weird,” Wisnoski said. “Sometimes we finish each other’s sentences.”

Now, mother and daughter have a second chance.

Burgos said goodbye to her boyfriend — also homeless — Sunday afternoon and rode to Houston with the Wisnoskis, who plan to introduce her to her granddaughters, ages 5 and 10, and set her up in a place of her own. Burgos also learned that her five siblings and 85-year-old mother are still alive.

“I thought most of my family was gone — phew!” Burgos said, flinging her arms open to punctuate.

Wisnoski knows the woman she is taking in is a stranger. At the same time, she has a powerful urge to care for her.

“No matter what, family stays together,” she said.

“We have a lot of catching up to do.”

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(c) 2009, The Orlando Sentinel (Fla.).

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