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SEPTEMBER 2026 The Evolution of Mobilehomes Excerpts from GSMOL Californian, 2nd Quarter, 2025

A hundred years ago, the concept of mobilehomes was far removed from what we understand today. Initially, they were travel trailers, on wheels, designed for recreational use as a portable accommodation for vacationers taking a road trip. My late husband’s great uncle W.O. Robe designed the Pierce-Arrow traveling home in the picture. The woman is his wife Ruth. When my mother-in-law was seven years old she traveled from Oakland to Mexico in this deluxe travel car. Ruth was her mom’s sister. Along came the Great Depression; people lost their homes, financial security, and trailers transitioned from recreational vehicles to a full-time place to call home. Manufacturers responded by designing trailers with more livable features such as built-in kitchens and bedrooms. World War II affected the evolution of mobile homes for a different reason. The government commissioned thousands of trailers to serve as quick emergency housing for soldiers, war workers, and their families. Clustered communities began to develop. After the war, the ‘50’s and ‘60’s brought prosperity with the desire to own your own home. Planned communities or mobilehome parks evolved. In 1956 the first ten-foot-wide trailers were introduced. This development radically changed the industry. Before 1956 the length of mobile homes varied but never the width: 8 feet. With that change, the structure became more house than trailer. The ten-footer helped usher in a change in terminology and the market began to refer to such structures as mobile homes rather than trailers. A ten-wide needed to be towed professionally. It could not be towed easily behind a vehicle. In 1967 two single-wides were put together to create the first double-wide. As mobilehomes and their parks became more prevalent, the need for regulation and standardization became apparent. The 1976 HUD Code: The Department of Housing and Urban Development (HUD) took a pivotal role in shaping the future of mobilehomes when it announced Federal rules that became known as the 1976 HUD Code. They applied specifically to manufactured homes. The Code pre-empted all state and local building codes. The effect of the federal regulation was to more clearly define mobile homes as buildings, rather than vehicles. It officially mandated the use of the term “manufactured housing” to replace “mobilehomes” if they were built since 1976. Another boom in the manufactured home industry occurred in the late 1990’s. They became 20% of the market for new homes. Many states refused to title mobilehomes as real estate unless they were on a permanent foundation. Loans are not as long as for ‘regular’ homes. They are seen as personal property, “chattel”. And loans for manufactured homes are for 20 years, not 30, and come with a higher interest rate. In 2024 HUD released a much anticipated major update to the HUD Code which was adopted 50 years ago. The ‘new rule’ permits up to four homes per structure, townhome style attached homes, attached garages, introducing new multi-story designs, integrates more innovative ridge roof designs, and allows for the use of improved materials and layouts – reducing much of the red tape for popular existing designs. The success of parks for mobilehomes has created its own set of problems. Fewer parks are owned by Mom-and-Pop entities. Mobilehome Parks (MHPs) have become an attractive target for purchase by Private Equity firms. The Lincoln Institute estimated that one fifth of manufactured housing communities were purchased by investors (think Warren Buffet) between 2015 and 2023. Private Equity firms must answer to their investors and their goal is profit, not housing. Their formula is to dramatically increase lot rents to increase income and profit. At the same time, they reduce expenses by cutting back on maintenance and amenities. And then they sell the park to realize their profit. Cities have come along side parks and created vacancy control ordinances and rent control laws to help stabilize the communities. The Golden State Mobilehome Owners League (GSMOL) was officially organized as a nonprofit corporation in California on December 13, 1962. It was founded to represent and protect the rights of manufactured home owners across the state, addressing issues as unfair park management practices, unlawful evictions, and lack of legal protection for residents. Next month there will be more about the organization and what they have accomplished. Brandenburg, Staedler & Moore - Mountain Springs, L.P. Brandenburg, Staedler & Moore and their respective partners, managers and employees, individually and collectively assume no responsibility for the content of this publication herein and shall be held harmless against any suit, demands or liability arising there from.

The Mystery Around El Nino – Here’s What The Scientists Say This past July scientists at the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA) announced there is an 81% chance that very strong El Niño conditions will appear from October to December “that would rank among the largest El Niño events in the historical record going back to 1950.” Every day, there are fresh news stories, breathless claims on social media and new questions and concerns from people wondering what it all might mean. That torrent of attention comes with lots of misinformation and misunderstandings, experts say Among the most common: 1) El Niño is a big storm or something that is headed toward California “I hear that one a lot,” said Daniel Swain, a climate scientist with the University of California Agriculture and Natural Resources division. “El Niño does not arrive in California. It is a temporary warming of the tropical Pacific Ocean. Definitely, it is not something that can come to California.” Simply put, El Niño events occur every two to seven years when ocean waters along the equator off Peru become warmer than normal, affecting weather patterns across the globe. They begin when trade winds weaken or reverse, preventing cold, deep-ocean water from rising to the surface. The warmer surface waters become, the stronger the El Niño is considered. The opposite — a cooling of the ocean waters off South America — is called “La Niña.” El Niño events last for months and can often change the movement of the jet stream, pumping heat and moisture into the atmosphere and creating conditions that allow more winter storms to come to California, particularly Southern California, but also sometimes soaking the Bay Area and Sierra Nevada. “It can be associated with storms. But it isn’t a storm,” said John Monteverdi, professor emeritus of meteorology at San Francisco State University. “The storms are the result.” 2) El Niño guarantees wet winters in California This is a very common misconception, experts say. Since 1950, there have been 27 El Niños. Generally speaking, the stronger they are, the greater the likelihood of wet winters in California. Does that mean this winter is going to produce relentless storms and potential floods? History shows it’s not a sure thing. “This far out, the needle is tilted toward a wetter-than-normal winter for California, especially for Southern California,” said Jan Null, a former lead forecaster with the National Weather Service who now runs Golden Gate Weather Services in Half Moon Bay. “But it’s not a guarantee.” The Bay Area received above-average rainfall in 13 of those 27 El Niño winters, below-average rainfall in nine and average rainfall in five, according to Null’s research. In Southern California, the connection is a little stronger: 17 of the 27 El Niño winters brought above-average rainfall, seven were below-average, and three were average. Adding to the nuance, some of California’s wettest winters, such as 2022-23 — the year when snowfall was so great it broke a three-year drought and Sierra Nevada ski resorts had to close for days because their chairlifts were buried in snow — weren’t El Niño winters. What about when the ocean waters were warmest, like now? Those have happened four times. In two of the very strong El Niño years — 1982-83 and 1997-98 — the Bay Area, Southern California and much of the state experienced double their average annual rainfall, with regular downpours and some flooding. In another, 1991-92, the Bay Area was relatively dry, with 84% of normal rainfall, while Southern California was wet, with 133%. And in the most recent — 2015-16 — the Bay Area had an average winter, and Southern California was drier than normal. Despite the event being heralded for months as a “Godzilla El Niño,” it was largely a bust, failing to end a prolonged drought. Think of it like a painting, said Michelle L’Heureux, a meteorologist with the National Weather Service’s Climate Prediction Center in College Park, Md. “El Niño gives you a preliminary sketch for what to expect for the upcoming seasons,” she said. “It gives you the broad brushes. But the actual details of the portrait will be determined by events we cannot predict months in advance.” 3) Climate change causes El Niños “No,” said Swain, the UC climate scientist. “El Niño is the classic example of a natural climate variation, unlike a human-caused one like climate change. It has probably occurred for millions of years since the continents were in their current configuration. But there are indications that El Niño events will change in a warming world.” A chief example, he said, is that as the climate has warmed in recent years, hotter temperatures have made droughts and wildfires more severe. They have also raised the sea level by roughly eight inches in Northern California and can cause powerful atmospheric river storms to soak up more water because warmer air holds more moisture. “Storms are going to have a lot more moisture and energy during particularly strong El Niños,” he said. “A very strong El Niño will make it more likely the storm door in California stays open.”

4) Meteorologists are embracing the term Super El Niño Not really. Nor “Godzilla El Niño.” “The media creates terms to make things seem more exciting and different,” said Monteverdi, the San Francisco State professor. “‘Heat dome’ and ‘polar vortex’ are also commonly misused. “Super El Niño” has not been embraced in the scientific community. But, unfortunately, we are stuck with it.” Officially, NOAA has four categories: weak, moderate, strong and very strong. When water temperatures are 0.5 to 1 degree Celsius (or 0.9 to 1.8 degrees Fahrenheit) above average, that’s weak. When they are 1 to 1.5 Celsius warmer (1.8 to 2.7 Fahrenheit), that’s moderate. From 1.5 to 2 degrees Celsius is strong. Anything above 2-degrees Celsius is very strong. Where are we now? Surface water conditions at the equator are currently 1.2 Celsius warmer-than-normal and rising. The hottest they have ever reached in 1997-98 and 1982-83, surface temperatures peaked at 2.5 Celsius above average. Swain noted that when the models from supercomputers from a variety of the world’s top meteorological organizations – those in Europe, Japan and Canada, as well as NOAA in the US, and others — are combined, the forecast is for 3.0 to 3.5 degrees Celsius above average by this December “Some folks don’t like the term ‘super El Niño,'” he said. “I don’t see a problem with it if it’s accurate. I think this is one of these cases. The current prediction is for the strongest on record. The models are suggesting we are in uncharted territory.” 5) El Niño only causes bad things to happen While El Niño can increase the odds of damaging storms in California, the way it shifts the jet stream can also cause record rainfall in Peru, Chile and Ecuador, and severe droughts in Australia, Indonesia and parts of southern Asia. Warmer and drierthan-average conditions are typical for the northernmost states in the U.S., while cooler, wetter temperatures are more likely in the South. Some positives can come from El Niño, scientists note. It tends to reduce the number of hurricanes in the Atlantic Ocean and increase hurricane activity in the Pacific. That can be good for California, bringing monsoon-type rains into Southern California in late summer and early fall, which is what happened in August 2023 when the remnants of Hurricane Hilary dumped 2 to 5 inches of rain in one day across San Diego, Los Angeles and other parts of Southern California. “That kind of ended Southern California fire season that year before the Santa Ana winds began,” Swain said. Wet winters also fill reservoirs and end droughts. “It’s not all bad,” Null said. “Globally, there are areas that are normally parched and they can get good rainfall. Distribution is key. If the storms are spread out over a lot of days, it’s not nearly as impactful.” By Paul Rogers | progers@bayareanewsgroup.com | Bay Area News Group PUBLISHED: July 17, 2026 at 2:51 PM PDT | UPDATED: July 17, 2026 at 4:32 PM PDT

Hopewell, Newark, Hopeton & Seip, Ohio And Their Mounds Two thousand years ago, in what is now central Ohio, the people we call the Hopewell built into the earth on a scale that still stuns engineers. The Newark Earthworks are the largest set of geometric earthen enclosures in the world. They were not random mounds. The Octagon at Newark is aligned to the moon's full 18.6-year cycle, tracking the northernmost and southernmost points where it rises and sets. Building it required generations of careful sky-watching before a single basket of soil was moved. In 2023, the earthworks were named a UNESCO World Heritage Site. We are taught to look to Stonehenge and the pyramids for ancient genius. It was here too, in the river valleys of the Eastern Woodlands. These earthwork complexes were ceremonial landscapes used for feasts, funerals, rituals, and rites of passage associated with a Native American religious movement that swept over half the continent for almost 400 years. Hopewell Ceremonial Earthworks include Great Circle Earthworks, Octagon Earthworks, Mound City, Hopewell Mound Group, Hopeton Earthworks, High Bank Works, Seip Earthworks and Fort Ancient. They stretch across the middle of Ohio. Facebook, Parks

Comback of the Condors Biologists swapped a thin-shelled condor egg with a zoo egg inside a cliff cave at Pinnacles National Monument, and the wild parents hatched and raised it as the first California condor born at Pinnacles in over a century. Fifty days later, the chick was poisoned with lead. They climbed back into the cave and injected her with chelation drugs. She got worse. They pulled her out, treated her at the Los Angeles Zoo for months, released her back at Pinnacles a year later, and watched her fly to the Big Sur coast, find a mate, and raise chicks of her own. Condors 317 and 318 were the first breeding pair at Pinnacles. The female, 317, had been released at the monument in 2004. The male, 318, was released along the Big Sur coast by the Ventana Wildlife Society. They found each other, performed courtship displays through the winter of 2009, and in March 2010, a biologist confirmed an egg in a cave high on the rocky cliffs of the High Peaks, visible from a public trail bench a safe distance away. It was the first condor nest at Pinnacles in more than 100 years. The egg worried the biologists. Residual DDT contamination, still cycling through the food chain decades after the pesticide was banned, was thinning condor eggshells across the recovery zone. A thin-shelled egg can crack under the weight of an incubating parent. To increase the chances of a successful hatch and study the thinning, the team climbed to the cave, removed the original egg, and replaced it with a fertile egg from the San Diego Zoo breeding program. The parents accepted it without hesitation. On March 24, 2010, Condor 550 hatched. She was the first California condor born at Pinnacles in more than a century. National Park Service wildlife biologist Daniel George reported that the first-time parents were exhibiting normal behavior, regularly feeding and incubating the new nestling. The chick grew. The public hiked two miles uphill to watch from the viewing area. Everything was working. Then the blood tests came back. At roughly 50 days old, 550 showed extremely high lead levels. Her father, 318, was also toxic. Condors are exclusively scavengers. They eat dead mammals. When a deer, calf, or pig is shot and the carcass or gut pile is left in the field, lead fragments from the ammunition spread through the tissue. A condor that feeds on that carcass ingests the fragments. Lead accumulates. It destroys the nervous system, the kidneys, and the blood's ability to carry oxygen. It is the leading cause of death in wild California condors. The father was trapped and driven to the Los Angeles Zoo for chelation. The chick was too young and too fragile to move. Biologists climbed into the cliff cave in the early morning hours, injected 550 with chelation drugs and hydrating fluids in the nest, and climbed back down. The mother continued caring for the chick between visits. But 550's condition deteriorated. The treatments in the cave were not enough. The team evacuated her to the Los Angeles Zoo. She recovered. Chelation stripped the lead from her blood and tissues over a course of daily injections. She was raised alongside other young condors at the zoo until August 2011, when she was transferred back to Pinnacles, placed in an outdoor flight pen to reacclimate, and released in late October. She perched in a nearby tree, flew to a feeding site the next day, and was free. In the years since, 550 left Pinnacles and took up residence on the Big Sur coast. She paired with Condor 652, a male from the Ventana Wildlife Society's program. They nested in 2020 and their first chick fledged but died shortly after. They nested again in 2021 and raised a chick that survived. They have nested every year since. Her father, 318, died in 2012. Her mother, 317, is still alive. A condor hatched from a substituted egg, raised by foster parents who did not know the difference, poisoned by lead before she could fly, injected with drugs in a cliff cave by humans who climbed to her in the dark, evacuated, treated, returned, released, and now raising her own chicks on the same California coast where condors were nearly erased. Facebook/Condor web site

A Hilarious Read – True?! I am currently standing in my kitchen wearing one oven mitt, one slipper, and the expression of a woman who has just been outsmarted by a self-cleaning litter box and a 165-pound Mantle Great Dane with the emotional stability of a haunted Victorian child. Nobody prepares you for marriage. Nobody prepares you for home ownership. And absolutely nobody prepares you for the morning your enormous black-and-white dog decides that the cat toilet is possessed by NASA. It started because I tried to improve our lives. That was my first mistake. I should know by now that any time I purchase something described online as “convenient,” my household immediately interprets it as a challenge from the gods. The thing I bought was one of those automatic self-cleaning litter boxes. Very sleek. Very modern. Very expensive. It looked like a spaceship for emotionally unavailable cats. The instructions promised it would “simplify pet care.” The instructions did not mention that it would also activate my Great Dane’s ancient wolf instincts, collapse my breakfast plans, ruin a bathmat, and cause my husband to ask the sentence, “Why is there cat litter in the toaster?” So that feels like an oversight. I set it up in the laundry room last night while Moose watched from the doorway. Moose is my 165-pound black-and-white Mantle Great Dane, which means he looks like a formal butler who swallowed a pony. He stood there with his massive head tilted sideways, studying the new machine like a retired police detective examining a suspicious suitcase. I said, “It’s for the cat.” Moose blinked slowly. His face said, “Mother, the cat does not require machinery. The cat requires supervision and perhaps a trial.” The cat walked in, saw the new litter box, and immediately made the face cats make when you have personally insulted their ancestors. She sniffed it. She stepped inside. The machine did nothing. All seemed well. I was foolish enough to feel proud. I went to bed thinking, “Finally. One tiny part of my life is going to be easier.” This morning, at exactly 6:47, the litter box began its first automatic cleaning cycle. I was in the kitchen making toast. My husband was upstairs brushing his teeth. The small dog was under the table licking something off the floor that I chose not to investigate because I enjoy having boundaries. Moose was lying in the hallway, spread out like a collapsed carnival tent. Then the litter box made a sound. A low mechanical whirr. A soft rotating hum. A gentle little robot noise. Moose’s head shot up so violently that his jowls slapped together like wet laundry. His ears lifted. His eyes widened. His entire body went from “sleeping sofa horse” to “security breach at the royal palace.” The cat emerged from the laundry room at high speed, ears flat, tail puffed, face saying, “Absolutely not, I have seen the future and it rotates.” Moose saw the cat fleeing. Moose saw the machine moving. Moose connected two dots with the confidence of a detective who has never solved a case correctly. The machine had attacked the cat. Obviously. No further evidence required. He launched himself toward the laundry room. When a normal dog runs down a hallway, it is cute. When Moose runs down a hallway, it sounds like someone has released a wardrobe full of bowling balls. I shouted, “Moose, no!” He heard, “The hostage is inside!” He increased speed. His paws hit the tile. His body attempted to stop. His soul did not receive the memo. He slid sideways into the laundry basket, which exploded open and released twelve clean towels into the air like a fabric volcano. One towel landed over his head. Moose did not slow down. He continued forward wearing a towel like a low-budget superhero. The small dog began barking because she believes every emergency requires commentary. The cat leapt onto the counter. My toast popped up. I screamed because apparently my nervous system now considers bread a threat. Moose reached the laundry room and shoved his massive microwave-sized head into the opening of the self-cleaning litter box. The machine was still rotating. Moose froze. For one beautiful, stupid second, my dog and the litter box stared into each other like sworn enemies in a Western. Then the machine made another tiny whirr. Moose panicked. He tried to back out. Unfortunately, he had inserted not only his head, but also his pride. The towel slipped down over his eyes. He reversed blindly. His back end hit the mop bucket. The mop bucket tipped. Soapy water rushed across the laundry room floor with the confidence of a biblical event. Moose stepped into it. His legs became four separate business proposals. He tried to regain balance. His paws paddled. His shoulders twisted. His tail whipped around and knocked a box of dryer sheets off the shelf. Dryer sheets flew everywhere. The laundry room suddenly smelled like “Mountain Breeze” and poor decisions. I ran in holding my toast tongs because apparently my survival instincts are sponsored by kitchen utensils. I shouted, “Stop moving!” Moose heard, “Add drama.” He turned around too fast. His giant backside bumped the shelf. A full container of cat litter slid off the top. I watched it fall in slow motion. There are moments in life when you know you cannot stop what is about to happen. A heartbreak. A tax bill.

A 20-pound container of clumping cat litter dropping onto a wet floor beside a panicking Great Dane. It hit the ground. The lid popped off. Cat litter burst everywhere. Onto the floor. Onto the towels. Onto Moose. Onto my legs. Onto the small dog, who immediately stopped barking and looked deeply offended, as if the universe had crossed a professional line. Moose, now lightly breaded in cat litter, stared at me through the towel still hanging over one eye. I said, “You are not the victim.” He blinked. Slowly. He disagreed. Then the real disaster began. Because in the kitchen, the robot vacuum woke up. I had forgotten I scheduled it for 6:50. Why? Because I am an optimist with no survival skills. The robot vacuum rolled out from under the cabinet with cheerful little beeps, ready to do its job. Its job, unfortunately, was now “spread wet cat litter through the entire lower level like a cursed wedding confetti machine.” I saw it coming. I knew. I shouted, “No, no, no, no, no!” The robot vacuum turned toward the laundry room like it had heard opportunity knocking. Moose saw the vacuum. The vacuum saw Moose. Two enemies. One hallway. No intelligence between them. The vacuum bumped into a clump of wet litter. Moose barked. Not a normal bark. Moose’s bark is what happens when thunder joins a gym. The vacuum changed direction. Moose took that personally. He lunged. I lunged. The small dog lunged because she has never missed a chance to be legally useless. My foot hit the soapy water. I slid forward with the grace of a woman being returned to sender. I grabbed the doorframe. My oven mitt flew off. My toast tongs clattered to the floor. The cat, watching from the counter, made direct eye contact with me and slowly pushed my butter dish off the edge. Not accidentally. Not fearfully. With intention. It hit the floor. Butter landed in the path of the robot vacuum. The vacuum drove through it. The vacuum became buttery. Moose sniffed the air. His face changed. The war was over. There was butter. He forgot the litter box. He forgot the cat. He forgot the mechanical enemy. He lowered his giant head and began trying to lick butter off the moving robot vacuum. The vacuum, fighting for its tiny electronic life, spun in circles. Moose followed it. Round and round. Licking. Snorting. Sliding. The towel still hanging from his neck like a spa robe. The small dog barked in support of absolutely no one. The cat sat on the counter like a queen watching peasants invent consequences. Then my husband came downstairs. He had toothpaste foam on his chin. He stopped at the bottom step. He looked at the hallway. He looked at the laundry room. He looked at Moose, who was licking butter off a robot vacuum while wearing a towel and a dusting of cat litter. He looked at me, barefoot in soapy water, holding one toast tong and breathing like I had just survived a shipwreck. He said, “What happened?” And I, because I am calm under pressure, screamed, “THE CAT TOILET STARTED IT.” There was a pause. A very long pause. Then the smart speaker in the kitchen, which had apparently misheard me through the chaos, said, “Playing Cat Toilet Starter Mix.” And suddenly jazz music began. Loud jazz. Aggressive jazz. The kind of jazz that makes you feel like someone is being chased through a hotel lobby. Moose stopped licking the vacuum. His ears perked up. He stared at the smart speaker. Because of course now there was a second invisible enemy. My husband whispered, “Why is there jazz?” I whispered back, “Because we are in hell, but apparently hell has a playlist.” The robot vacuum hit the kitchen chair. The chair scraped backward. The small dog ran under the table. The cat jumped from the counter to the fridge. The fridge magnets fell off in a tiny avalanche. One magnet landed in my coffee. Another stuck to the buttered robot vacuum. It said “Bless This Mess.” I laughed so hard I almost folded in half. Then Moose, encouraged by my laughter because he believes all human noises are applause, tried to climb halfway onto my lap. I was standing. This did not matter to Moose. Moose does not understand lap as a location. Moose understands lap as a concept. He pressed his enormous black-and-white head into my stomach, still smelling like butter, laundry soap, and the faint emotional trauma of modern pet technology. I tried to stay mad. I really did. I looked at the wet litter. The buttery vacuum. The jazz speaker. The cat on the fridge. The small dog under the table pretending she had never met us. My husband picking a piece of litter out of the toaster with the quiet dignity of a man reconsidering every life choice. And Moose looked up at me with those huge soft eyes. Eyes that said, “Mother, I bravely saved the cat from the spinning moon toilet, and this is the thanks I receive?” His jowls were damp. His forehead was dusty. A dryer sheet was stuck to his shoulder. He looked ridiculous. He looked proud. He looked like the world’s largest, dumbest guardian angel. So I put my hand on his giant head and said, “You are a disaster.” His tail wagged once. It knocked a roll of paper towels into the sink. I sighed. He sighed louder. Because apparently even my exhaustion must be outperformed. And then he leaned into me with all 165 pounds of his ridiculous body, heavy and warm and trusting, like I was the only safe place in a house he had personally destroyed. So yes. The floor is ruined. The toaster may never emotionally recover. The robot vacuum has been placed in witness protection. And the cat has not blinked since 7:03. But Moose is currently asleep with his massive head on my foot, snoring like a broken tractor, completely convinced he saved us from a bathroom appliance with evil intentions. And I love him. I love him so much it makes no sense. Because that is what dogs do. They turn your peaceful morning into a federal incident. They make you question your insurance coverage before breakfast. They cover your house in litter, butter, jazz, and shame. Then they fall asleep on your foot like a baby who weighs more than your washing machine. And somehow, somehow, you look down at them and think, “What a perfect angel.” A perfect angel who is no longer allowed near the cat toilet. Facebook

Walter Brennan – The Authentic Actor He never played the hero—but he won more Oscars than almost any actor in history and gave the American West the voice it still remembers. Walter Brennan wasn't handsome by Hollywood standards. He didn't have the chiseled jaw of Gary Cooper or the commanding presence of John Wayne. What he had was something those leading men desperately needed: authenticity. Born July 25, 1894, in Lynn, Massachusetts, Walter Brennan seemed an unlikely candidate for film immortality. He wasn't tall, wasn't classically attractive, and by the time sound films arrived, he had a voice that sounded like gravel being stirred in a tin can—raspy, weathered, distinctive. That voice would become his fortune. Before Hollywood, Brennan lived a life that gave him the authenticity his performances would later draw from. He served in World War I, experiencing combat that left physical and psychological marks. After the war, he drifted through various jobs—lumberjack, bank clerk, reporter— never quite finding his place until he stumbled into film work during the silent era. Initially, he worked as an extra and stuntman, taking falls and filling background scenes. But when sound arrived in the late 1920s, everything changed. Suddenly that distinctive voice— rough, authentic, unmistakably real—became an asset rather than a liability. Directors started noticing him. Not for leading roles, but for something potentially more valuable: he could disappear completely into character roles, bringing depth and believability to parts that lesser actors would play as caricatures. In 1936, Walter Brennan won his first Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor for Come and Get It. He played a Swedish lumberjack—a small role, but one he inhabited so completely that he stole scenes from the film's stars. Two years later, he won again for Kentucky (1938), playing a horse trainer. Then in 1940, he won a third Oscar for The Westerner, playing the legendary Judge Roy Bean opposite Gary Cooper. Three Academy Awards for Best Supporting Actor. No other male actor has ever matched that record. Not Jack Nicholson. Not Robert De Niro. Not any of the names that dominate modern cinema. Walter Brennan—the character actor who never played the hero—achieved something Hollywood's biggest stars never could. But his legacy goes beyond trophies. Brennan became the soul of the American Western. Throughout the 1940s, 50s, and 60s, Brennan appeared in dozens of Westerns, often playing the sidekick, the mentor, the cranky old-timer with unexpected wisdom. He was Groot Nadine in My Darling Clementine (1946). He was Mose Harper in The Far Country (1954). He was Stumpy, the cantankerous deputy in Rio Bravo (1959)—arguably his most beloved role. In Rio Bravo, Brennan shared the screen with John Wayne and Dean Martin, yet his performance as the gimpy, complaining, utterly loyal Stumpy became the emotional anchor of the film. He brought humor and heart to a role that could have been one-note comic relief. That was Brennan's genius: he found truth in every character, no matter how small the role or simple the archetype. His cowboys weren't just types—they were fully realized people with histories, motivations, quirks, and dignity. Directors loved working with him because he elevated every scene. Leading men loved working with him because he made them look better— his authenticity grounded even the most theatrical performances. Audiences loved him because he felt real in a way that many polished stars didn't. Gary Cooper, Jimmy Stewart, Humphrey Bogart, John Wayne—all of Hollywood's biggest names sought Brennan for their films. Not because he'd bring box office appeal, but because he'd bring credibility. Off-screen, Brennan was the opposite of the typical Hollywood personality. He was conservative, private, a devoted family man who preferred his ranch to red carpet premieres. He raised cattle, lived simply, and treated acting as a craft rather than a path to celebrity. He never chased fame. He simply showed up, did excellent work, and went home to the life he'd built away from the cameras. His politics were conservative—sometimes controversially so—but his professionalism on set was never questioned. He worked consistently for decades because he was reliable, talented, and ego-free. He understood his role: support the story, elevate the leads, bring authenticity to every frame. By the 1960s, Brennan transitioned to television, starring in The Real McCoys (1957-1963) and The Guns of Will Sonnett (19671969). He brought the same commitment to TV that he'd brought to film, proving that character actors could carry series just as effectively as conventional leading men. Walter Brennan died on September 21, 1974, at age 80. He'd appeared in nearly 250 films and television episodes across five decades. He'd won three Oscars and been nominated for a fourth. He'd worked with virtually every major director and star of

Hollywood's golden age. But his real legacy isn't in awards or statistics. It's in the way he shaped how we imagine the American West. When you picture an old Western, you don't just see the hero riding into town. You see the crusty sidekick, the weathered prospector, the loyal deputy with the limp and the sharp tongue. You hear that distinctive voice—rough, honest, unmistakably American. That's Walter Brennan's legacy. He gave the West its supporting cast, its texture, its authenticity. He was the campfire companion, the voice of experience, the reminder that real courage often comes in unglamorous packages. He wasn't the fastest gun or the handsomest face. He was the guy who'd been there longer, seen more, and survived by being tougher and smarter than he looked. In a Hollywood built on glamour and fantasy, Walter Brennan represented something increasingly rare: genuine craftsmanship. He didn't need to be the star— he just needed to be excellent at what he did. Three Academy Awards. Dozens of iconic performances. A voice that defined a genre. A career built on showing up, doing the work, and making everyone around him better. To Have & Have Not with Walter Brennan proved that you don't need to daughter in 1944 play the hero to be unforgettable. Sometimes the most important person in the story is the one standing just off to the side—bringing truth, humor, and heart to every scene. He was never the fastest draw or the leading man. But he was the soul of the American West—and no Oscar record or hall of fame can quite capture what that means. Every sunset ride, every dusty street, every campfire story in classic Westerns carries Walter Brennan's DNA. He's the voice telling you the story isn't just about the hero—it's about everyone who helped that hero become worth following. And that, more than any award, is true Hollywood immortality. Brennan was born in Lynn, Massachusetts, on July 25, 1894, less than two miles from his family's home in Swampscott. His parents were both Irish immigrants. His father was an engineer and inventor, and young Brennan also studied engineering at Rindge Technical High School in Cambridge, Massachusetts. With wife Ruth Caroline

While working as a bank clerk, he enlisted in the U.S. Army and served as a private with the 101st Field Artillery Regiment in France for two years during World War I. "While there, he suffered an injury to his vocal cords from exposure to mustard gas that left him with his screen trademark: a distinctively reedy, high-pitched voice that became a favorite for celebrity impersonators for decades." After the war, he worked as a financial reporter for a newspaper in Boston. During the early 1920s, he made a fortune in the real estate market but lost most of his money during a real estate slump. Finding himself penniless, Brennan began taking parts as an extra in films at Universal Studios in 1925, starting at $7.50 a day, equal to $138 today. He wound up working at Universal off and on for the next ten years. Brennan finally earned significant roles with a decent part in Goldwyn's Barbary Coast (1935), directed by Howard Hawks and an uncredited William Wyler. "That really set me up", Brennan said later. Brennan's breakthrough part came when cast by Howard Hawks as Swan Bostrom in the period film Come and Get It (1936), playing the sidekick of Edward Arnold who eventually marries the girl Arnold abandons (played by Frances Farmer). Brennan's performance earned him the first Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor. Brennan won his second Best Supporting Oscar for Kentucky (1938), a horse racing film from 20th Century Fox with Loretta Young. Throughout his career, Brennan was frequently called upon to play characters considerably older than he was. The loss of many teeth in a 1932 accident, rapidly thinning hair, thin build, and unusual vocal intonations all made him seem older than he was. He used these features to great effect. In many of his film roles, Brennan wore dentures; in MGM's Northwest Passage (1940) – a film set in the late 18th century – he wore a dental prosthesis which made him appear to have rotting and broken teeth. Brennan was billed third in Northwest Passage after Spencer Tracy and Robert Young. Brennan had one of his best roles in Goldwyn's The Westerner (1940), playing the 1940 The Westerner villainous Judge Roy Bean opposite Gary Cooper. William Wyler directed and the film earned Brennan his third Best Supporting Actor Oscar within a five-year span. He played in one of the greatest films in his career, Red River (1948), playing John Wayne's sidekick. Brennan played more than 230 film and television roles during a career that spanned nearly five decades. For his contributions to the film industry, he has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame at 6501 Hollywood Boulevard. In 1970, he was inducted into the Hall of Great Western Performers at the National Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum in Oklahoma City, where his photograph hangs prominently. Facebook/ Wikipedia

Thalidomide Babies, Remember Them? Meet the woman who wouldn’t bend to pressure in the FDA office when the thalidomide requests for use in the US came across her desk. Her name is Frances Oldham Kelsey, PhD, MD. Babies were born with no arms at all, or with hands that grew like flippers from their shoulders. Some had malformed hearts, or were deaf, or blind. Roughly half did not survive infancy. When I found this article on Facebook, I read the comments. I was amazed at how many men and women posted that their moms, while pregnant with them, had been offered the drug by their doctors, and they refused to take it. They were mostly suffering from nausea. And they all said a variation of: “I’ll get through this, no thanks.” The commenters expressed their eternal thanks that their moms had declined the drug. West Germany counted thousands of such children; Britain, hundreds; and more turned up in Canada, Japan, Sweden, Australia -- forty-six countries in all, upward of 10,000 children in the space of four years. The United States had seventeen. The difference was a new medical officer at the FDA named Frances Oldham Kelsey, who had been on the job barely a month when the application for thalidomide landed on her desk -- she refused to approve it. "Most of the things they called me," Kelsey said later, "you wouldn't print." For more than a year the representatives of the drug's maker crowded into her office and rang her telephone at all hours, contacting her and her superiors some fifty times in all to complain that the newest medical officer at the FDA was a nitpicker, a bureaucrat, and in all likelihood not very bright -- a Washington Post profile would later credit her "stubbornness and skepticism" with averting a catastrophe. The law gave her no way to say no once and be done. An application the agency failed to act on within sixty days became valid automatically, and the drug could go on sale, so that every sixty days, as the pressure mounted, Kelsey had to gather herself and reject it again. The file had reached her in September of 1960 from the Richardson-Merrell Company of Cincinnati, which expected a formality, since thalidomide was already being sold across Europe and the Commonwealth and the firm had booked its American launch for the following spring, advertising the drug as so mild it was safe for children and for the nausea of early pregnancy. What Kelsey found in the application was not reassurance but its absence -- safety claims that struck her as more testimonial than evidence. "Here was a drug that looked like it should be no problem," she recalled, "but at the same time there was just a feeling that there was something in the data, or the absence of data, that was a cause of concern." That feeling hardened into alarm in December, when she read in the British Medical Journal a physician's account of patients who, after long use of thalidomide, had developed a strange numbness and tingling in their hands and feet. If the drug could work that quiet damage on the nerves of a grown adult, she wanted to know what it might do to the far more delicate business of a developing child. She asked for more, and kept asking, and the answers kept arriving from a company she believed was, in her own careful phrase, "at no time being wholly frank with me." The instinct to distrust an easy answer was skepticism cultivated over the course of a long career. Frances Oldham was born in 1914 in Cobble Hill, British Columbia, finished high school at fifteen, and took her degree at McGill at twenty, straight into a Depression whose laboratories were not inclined to hire women -- "when a woman took a job in those days," she remembered, "she was made to feel as if she was depriving a man of the ability to support his wife and child." A professor suggested she write to Eugene Geiling, then assembling a pharmacology department at the University of Chicago, and Geiling wrote back offering her a research post addressed to Mr. Oldham, having assumed that anyone doing such work must be a man. "My conscience tweaked me a bit," she said. "Should I write and explain that Frances with an 'e' is female and with an 'i' is male?" Her supervisor told her not to be ridiculous -- sign it, add "Miss" in brackets, and go -- and she went, becoming in time the first woman to earn a doctorate in pharmacology, though she never quite stopped wondering "whether, if my name had been Elizabeth or Mary Jane, I would have gotten that first big step up." The training that followed was, without her knowing it, preparation for the one file that would matter most. In Chicago she helped investigate a sulfa drug that had killed a 107 people, many of them children, because its maker had dissolved it in an industrial solvent and tested the result for taste but not for safety -- the very scandal that had brought the modern FDA into being. She took her doctorate in 1938 and, researching antimalarial compounds, made the discovery that would matter most two decades later: that certain drugs pass straight through the placenta from a mother into the child she carries. By the time she reached Washington with a medical degree she had spent twenty years learning exactly the lesson the thalidomide file would require -- that what a drug does to a grown woman tells you dangerously little about what it does to the fetus inside her.

The proof came, when it came, from Germany. In November of 1961 the pediatrician Widukind Lenz traced the epidemic of malformed infants to thalidomide, and within weeks the German government had withdrawn it; Merrell protested that the evidence was inconclusive, held on into the spring of 1962, and at last gave up and withdrew its application. But the drug had already crossed the border. Under the rules of the day a manufacturer could distribute an unapproved medicine to any physician willing to file it under the word "investigational," and Merrell had scattered some two and a half million tablets among more than a thousand American doctors, reaching by later estimates fifteen to twenty thousand patients, several hundred of them pregnant -- which is why, when the alarm finally sounded, FDA staff had to fan out across the country in search of the doctors and the pills, and why the American toll was seventeen rather than none. Eugene Geiling and Frances Kelsey The Facebook commenters felt that the seventeen number was underreported. They felt that many of the Drs. did not report the cases that they had helped birth or had taken care of. None of it was public until the morning of July 15, 1962, when the Washington Post ran a front page story under the headline "'Heroine' of FDA Keeps Bad Drug Off Market," Kelsey's photograph above the fold. The public outrage it loosed forced Washington's hand: within months Congress passed the Kefauver-Harris Amendment, which required for the first time that a company prove a drug effective as well as safe, that patients be told when they were being given something experimental, and that the FDA be given teeth to enforce it. Kelsey was made head of the FDA's new Investigational Drug Branch, and later led its Division of Scientific Investigations for more than two decades, writing and then enforcing the rules that govern how experimental drugs are tested on people. She had turned one careful scientist's skepticism into a system -one that no longer depended on a single person happening to ask the right questions. The standards she built -- scientific rigor, informed consent, honest data -- are now the ordinary practice of the industrialized world. On August 7, 1962, President Kennedy gave Kelsey the President's Award for Distinguished Federal Civilian Service, the highest honor the civil service confers and one that only a single woman had received before her. Characteristically, she deflected it, calling herself "very much a last minute addition" and accepting on behalf of the many colleagues she said had shared the work. The historian Daniel Carpenter gave Kelsey her due: "She had a huge effect on the science that we all take for granted today." She stayed at the agency for forty-five years, retiring in 2005 at 90. Six years later, at 96, she accepted the first of a new FDA award for courage that now bears her name -- frail by then, and escorted by her two daughters. Kelsey, who died at 101 in 2015, never once called it heroism. Asked, near the end, about the year she had spent being harangued, she gave an account with no drama in it whatsoever. "Representatives for the company thought I was crazy because it was such a popular drug in Europe, and they were losing money by my pigheadedness," she said. "I held my ground. I just wouldn't approve it." A generation of American children grew up whole because she did. Facebook

Major Historical Events in September September has been marked by pivotal moments in world history — from ancient battles and the start of World War II to the 2001 terrorist attacks — shaping politics, culture, and global affairs. Notable September Events by Year 1715 – King Louis XIV of France, known as the “Sun King,” died, ending a reign of nearly 72 years. 1939 – Germany invaded Poland, marking the start of World War II in Europe. 1945 – President Harry Truman declared Victory over Japan Day (V‑J Day) after Japan’s surrender aboard the USS Missouri in Tokyo Bay. 1966 – The Great Fire of London began in Pudding Lane, destroying over 13,000 homes in three days. 1969 – Military officers overthrew Libya’s government, installing Colonel Muammar Gaddafi. 1983 – Korean Air Lines Flight 007 was shot down by a Soviet fighter jet over the Sea of Japan, killing all 269 aboard. 2001 – The September 11 terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon changed U.S. and global security policy forever. Other Significant September Milestones • 1666 – The Great Fire of London, one of the most destructive urban fires in history • 1930 – French aviators Dieudonne Coste and Maurice Bellonte made the first non-stop flight from Europe to the USA • 1945 – Ho Chi Minh proclaimed the independence of Vietnam from France • 1969 – The first televised U.S. presidential debate took place 12 • 1995 – The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame opened in Cleveland, Ohio. 12

A Mother’s Love A mother cottontail heard her baby screaming from the nest and came back to find a black rat snake coiled on top of her young. Two of three were already dead. She landed on the snake with both feet, bit into its body, rolled onto her back, and kicked upward with her hind claws trying to gut it. Every time the snake tried to crawl away, she pulled it back and hit it again. One surviving baby escaped during the attack. The fight continued until the snake was far enough from the nest that the mother finally let it go. Dana Krempels, a biologist at the University of Miami who has rehabilitated rabbits for 30 years, watched the footage and identified the moment the encounter began. The squeaking at the start of the video is the surviving baby giving an alarm call, she told National Geographic. When the mother hears the cry, she charges. There is no hesitation. A two-pound herbivore with no fangs, no claws worth mentioning, and a reputation as the most passive prey animal in North America hit a four-foot constricting snake like it owed her something. David Steen, a snake biologist, identified the attacker as a nonvenomous black rat snake, a common predator of bird eggs, nestlings, and small mammals across the eastern United States. Black rat snakes kill by constriction. They are not fast strikers. They wrap and squeeze. The snake had already constricted two of the three babies before the mother arrived. The third was still alive and calling. The mother's weapon was her hind feet. A cottontail's front paws are small and soft. Its hind legs are built for running: long, muscular, and tipped with claws that are functional but not designed for combat. When the mother rolled onto her back beneath the snake and kicked upward, she was using the only sharp instruments she had. Krempels described the technique as an attempt to disembowel the snake with her clawed kicks. She did not succeed. The snake's scales held. But the repeated strikes to the underside were forceful enough that the snake abandoned any attempt to hold its ground and focused entirely on escaping. It could not escape fast enough. The mother followed. When the snake tried to crawl into cover, she grabbed its body with her teeth and pulled it back into the open. She bit it again. She kicked it again. She was not defending the nest anymore. The nest was behind her. She was pursuing the snake across open ground, attacking it from every angle she could reach, and refusing to let it disengage until she had driven it far enough away and hurt it enough that it would not or could not return. Krempels said the behavior was not revenge. The mother's objective was to chase the snake out and injure it enough so it would not come back. A black rat snake that finds a nest will return to it. The rabbit did not know this as a fact. She knew it as a mother who had just found something killing her young and was going to make sure it never found them again. Image is for illustration purposes only Source: National Geographic / Dana Krempels, University of Miami / David Steen, snake identification / Ramakanth Peechara, original video (2015) / IFLScience / The Dodo.

Adorable Tiny Blue Octopus Found Nearly 6,000 Feet Beneath The Galápagos The Galápagos Islands off the coast of Ecuador are famous for animals found nowhere else on Earth, including giant tortoises and marine iguanas. Now, scientists have added another remarkable creature to that list: a tiny blue octopus newly identified in the deep waters surrounding the islands. The newly described species was announced in the journal Zootaxa after researchers confirmed that the unusual octopus had never been documented before. The animal was first spotted during a 2015 deep-sea expedition aboard the exploration vessel E/V Nautilus. The mission was carried out in partnership with the Charles Darwin Foundation (CDF) and the Galápagos National Park Directorate. Using the ROV, the team collected the octopus specimen and also recorded video footage of two others that appeared to be the same species. After returning to the Galápagos, the researchers brought dozens of deep-sea specimens to the Charles Darwin Research Station for examination.

Among all the collected animals, the little octopus immediately stood out. About the size of a golf ball, measuring about two inches in length, it looked unlike any known species. Researchers at the station contacted octopus expert Janet Voight and sent her photographs of the animal for identification. "Right away, I knew it was something really special," says Voight, curator emerita of invertebrates at the Field Museum in Chicago and the lead author of the study describing the new species. "I'd never seen anything like it." Scientists Use CT Scans To Study Rare Octopus The specimen was carefully preserved in alcohol and formalin before being shipped from the Galápagos to Chicago, where Voight examined it at the Field Museum. Normally, identifying a new octopus species requires scientists to dissect the specimen and closely study features such as the mouth, beak, and teeth. However, the researchers faced a major challenge because they had only one confirmed specimen. "When you describe a new species of octopus, you have to look at all the parts, including the mouth, the beak, and the teeth. And to see those things, you have to cut the specimen open. We only had the one specimen, so I didn't want to take it apart," says Voight. Instead, the team turned to advanced imaging technology. Stephanie Smith, manager of the Field Museum's X-ray computed tomography laboratory, helped create highly detailed micro CT scans of the octopus. "Because CT imaging is non-destructive, it's especially important for type specimens like this one. And that's great for me because people are often bringing me these incredibly rare and stunningly beautiful specimens that I get the privilege of virtually opening up," says Smith, a co-author of the paper describing the new species. "There's nothing like spending the day looking at something no other human has ever seen." CT scanning works by combining thousands of X-ray images into a detailed 3D model that reveals both the exterior and internal anatomy of an object without physically cutting into it. For the tiny blue octopus, the scans provided clear views of internal organs and mouth structures, allowing scientists to officially classify it as a new species and better understand its relationship to other octopuses. "What really struck me was that the scan of the little octopus revealed so much information on its internal organ systems -- usually, soft-part imaging using micro CT requires the use of heavy-metal-based contrast agents whose use would not be desirable with such a rare specimen. This made the 3D modeling of relevant organs really an easy task," says Alexander Ziegler, a researcher at the University of Bonn in Germany and senior author of the paper. A New Species Highlights Ocean Mysteries The octopus has been named Microeledone galapagensis. Beyond the discovery itself, the species also marks an important milestone for Voight, who has spent more than 40 years studying octopus evolution. This is the first time she has officially led the description of a new octopus species. "These are little octopuses that live in the deep sea, and hardly anybody on Earth has ever gotten to see them. I just feel lucky that I got to work with them," says Voight. "If you took all the land on Earth and pieced it together, you would not cover the Pacific Ocean. The oceans are so big, and there's so much left to explore." Researchers say discoveries like this are also important for protecting fragile ocean ecosystems that remain poorly understood. "When we were sorting through dozens of specimens collected during the expedition, this tiny blue octopus fascinated us," said Salome Buglass, marine scientist at the University of California of Los Angeles, former researcher at the Charles Darwin Foundation and co-author of the paper. "There was something unusual about it, so we went out of our way to find the right person to help us identify what it was. Getting the specimen to Janet was a long process, but one I would gladly repeat if it means getting to know the most precious parts of our ocean just a little bit better. Discoveries like these remind us how much of the deep ocean in Galápagos remains unexplored. Every new species helps us better understand these hidden ecosystems and why protecting them matters." The deep ocean in Galápagos remains unexplored. Every new species helps us better understand these hidden ecosystems and why protecting them matters." ScienceDaily, 25 May 2026. If you have NOT seen MY OCTOPUS TEACHER, the Oscars 2021 winner for Documentary Feature, watch it on Netflix. You will never order octopus again in a restaurant!

Fire Rainbows – A Beautiful Display of Nature’s Paintbrush

What's happening to this cloud? Ice crystals in a distant cirrus cloud are acting like little floating prisms. Known informally as a fire rainbow for its flame-like appearance, a circumhorizon arc appears parallel to the horizon. For a circumhorizontal arc to be visible, the Sun must be at least 58 degrees high in a sky where cirrus clouds present below -- in this case cirrus fibratus. The numerous, flat, hexagonal ice-crystals that compose the cirrus cloud must be aligned horizontally to properly refract sunlight in a collectively similar manner. Therefore, circumhorizontal arcs are somewhat unusual to see. The first picture of the fire rainbow was photographed in 2021 near North Fork Mountain in West Virginia.

A Brain Eating Wonder In The Sea The sea squirt has a fascinating life. Starting off as an egg, it quickly develops into a tadpole-like creature, complete with a spinal cord connected to a simple eye and a tail for swimming. It also has a primitive brain that helps it locomote through the water. But, the sea squirt’s mobility doesn’t last long. Once it finds a suitable place to attach itself, whether it is to the hull of a boat, underwater rocks, or the ocean floor, it never moves again. These creatures can be solitary, forming clumped communities, or part of large colonies of many small individuals called zooids. The upper part of a sea squirt features two siphons used for filter feeding. They can spurt water from these siphons when removed from the water, thus their name ‘sea squirts.’ Although it’s hard to tell by looking at their spongy bodies, sea squirts are members of the phylum chordata, which includes animals with spinal cords like fish, birds, reptiles, and humans. But, unlike humans, sea squirts don’t keep their brains and spinal cords forever. What’s most fascinating about the sea squirt is that, almost as soon as it stops moving, its brain is absorbed by its body. Being permanently attached to a home makes the sea squirt’s spinal cord and the neurons that control locomotion superfluous. Once the sea squirt becomes stationary, it literally eats its own brain. Multiple web sources

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Twisted History By Jo Ann Liguori, updated on Aug. 20, 2025 Readers Digest

We sprinkle these expressions into everyday conversation like linguistic confetti: catchy little turns of phrase that make our language colorful and familiar. We “bite the bullet” when the moment calls for bravery and say “God bless you” after a sneeze. And while these idioms sound innocuous enough, they are just two of many everyday phrases with dark origins. And not just mildly dark—more like bloody battlefields and plague-ridden streets dark. Beneath the surface, some of our favorite expressions have surprisingly twisted origin stories. That cheerful saying you dropped at lunch? It may have been born centuries ago in a bloody war, filthy prison or disease-ridden alley. “Some terms that have dark origins probably felt less dark in their day,” says Jess Zafarris, an etymology expert and co-host of the Words Unravelled podcast. For others, the history isn’t crystal clear—but that’s part of the intrigue. “I think we just like a good story,” she adds. Raining cats and dogs, Dates back to: 1738 Heavy rain often sends everyone running indoors to stay dry—but centuries ago, there was an even more pressing reason to avoid the streets. “Back when public sanitation was practically nonexistent, a downpour would wash all kinds of unpleasant things into the gutters, including the corpses of dogs and cats,” says Zafarris. Jonathan Swift captured this grim reality in his 1710 poem “Description of a City Shower.” Although Swift doesn’t use the exact phrase cats and dogs, he does vividly describe “sweepings from butchers stalls, dung, guts and blood, drowned puppies, stinking sprats, all drenched in mud, dead cats and turnip tops come tumbling down the flood.” Those heavy rains sure were a messy business back then.

Crocodile tears, Dates back to: circa 1400 Someone who cries crocodile tears is someone who isn’t actually sad at all but is just feigning the emotion. “It stems from a medieval belief that crocodiles weep while they are devouring their prey, a story that appears in texts like the travels of Sir John Mandeville from the 14th century,” says Zafarris. But, while crocodiles do produce tears, it’s mostly to moisten their eyes or excrete salt. “The behavior has no emotional base,” she explains. “They may not do so specifically while they’re eating, and they’re not sad about it.” The figurative meaning entered English in the 1560s and is used to describe the hypocritical sorrow of one who’s obviously not sorry. To wreak havoc, Dates back to: 14th century The phrase wreak havoc has always had a negative meaning, initially signaling soldiers to pillage and cause destruction on the battlefield. Today, it’s used chiefly metaphorically, like causing chaos in one’s personal life or what your toddler does to the living room. The first part of this phrase, Zafarris explains, is from the Old English word wrecan, which means “to avenge or to drive out.” Havoc comes from the Old French havot, meaning to plunder or pillage, and “is related probably to the word hawk, which means to grasp or seize, common in both pillaging and ravaging.” The literal cry of the word havoc on the battlefield granted soldiers permission to slaughter, ransack the city of valuables or commit other crimes to their heart’s content. The first written instance of wreak havoc in the figurative sense, according to the OED, was by Agatha Christie in her 1926 novel The Murder of Roger Ackroyd: “Annie is not allowed to wreak havoc with a dustpan and brush.” Zafarris adds that people often mistakenly say “wreck” havoc instead of wreak havoc. (Both “wreak” and “wreck” are correct English words, but they are not interchangeable. The confusion often stems from their similar sounds, making them homophones, but their meanings are quite different. Wreak is typically used to describe the act of causing or inflicting something, often negative, such as “wreak havoc” or “wreak vengeance.” It implies bringing about a consequence. Wreck, on the other hand, means to cause severe damage or destruction to something, or to suffer such damage. It implies the state or act of ruining something.) Bite the bullet, Dates back to: 1844 These days, to bite the bullet is to brace yourself (literally or figuratively) for something unpleasant, like opening your email inbox after vacation. But way back when, it meant something entirely different. On an episode of the podcast he hosts with Zafarris, selfdescribed “massive word nerd” Rob Watts explains that the idiom bite the bullet dates back to a time when there was no anesthesia. In Western movies, we often see a critically injured person chugging a bottle of whiskey before a crude, on-the-go surgery or amputation. But soldiers in the middle of a battlefield didn’t always have that luxury. “So an injured soldier would be given something hard to bite down on as they were put in excruciating pain,” Watts says. “And often that would be a bullet, because that’s the sort of thing that a soldier might have in hand.” Meet a deadline, Dates back to: 1864 The meaning of this common phrase will resonate with journalists who come under fire for missing a deadline. But this phrase originally referred to an actual line drawn on Civil War prison grounds, beyond which escaping prisoners would be shot dead. So yes, missing deadlines used to be a much bigger deal. Zafarris explains that a man named Henry Wirz was commander of a Confederate military prison in Andersonville, Georgia, which had no gates around the perimeter. “The deadline was a line around the interface of the stockade or wall enclosing the prison. And if you were to step over it, you might be shot.” (Not surprisingly, Wirz was later tried and convicted of war crimes.) As of 1893, the meaning of deadline had been expanded to mean a date or time by which something must be done or completed. And by 1919, it meant the absolute last minute when copy could be sent to the printer in American newspaper jargon. “It’s unknown if that is 100% the reasoning behind meeting a deadline,” says Zafarris. “But it seems likely that the language could have transferred from that because of the timing. And you know, journalists like a good story.” God bless you, Dates back to: 6th century Saying this phrase after a sneeze isn’t just a courtesy; at one point, it was thought to be critical to matters of life and death. “A widespread folk belief was that a powerful sneeze might expel the soul from the body, leaving the person in danger,” says Zafarris. “Saying ‘God bless you‘ served as a protective charm, essentially a verbal shield, to prevent the devil from snatching the dislodged soul.” Zafarris adds that during a plague in sixth-century Rome, Pope Gregory I allegedly decreed that people who sneeze should “immediately be blessed with ‘God bless you,'” since sneezing was seen as an early sign of the plague. Though there’s no concrete evidence of that, by around 750, the practice of blessing sneezers had become common across Christian Europe.

Mad as a hatter, Dates back to: 1827 The Mad Hatter is one of the most beloved characters from Lewis Carroll’s 1865 classic Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. His eccentricity is considered hilarious, but the idea of a hatter being insane is actually based in history. Watts explains in an episode of his podcast that in the 18th and 19th centuries, “Hatters were widespread in Victorian society, given how popular hats were across all strands of society during this time. However, many hat companies began using mercury while curing pelts in the hat making process without realizing how harmful it could be. When mercury worked its way into the systems of the hat makers, many of them suffered a series of physical and mental health conditions, including dementia, leading to the rise of the expression “Mad as a Hatter.”.” Side note: Watts explains why the March Hare, another character in the novel, was also crazy. Since March is the peak of rabbit breeding season, a male hare in March “might be a little bit hopping mad.”

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A Tribute to Cristina Zenato – A Fearless Guardian of Sharks and the Ocean by Michael Brosnan, Facebook, July 15, 2026. “Some people dedicate their lives to studying wildlife. Others dedicate their lives to protecting it. Cristina Zenato has done both, becoming one of the world's most admired shark conservationists, cave explorers, educators, and ocean advocates. Through courage, compassion, and an unwavering commitment to marine life, she has transformed the way countless people view sharks—not as monsters to be feared, but as magnificent apex predators essential to the health of our oceans. “Born in Italy and spending part of her childhood in the Congo, Cristina eventually found her calling in the crystal-clear waters of The Bahamas. There she developed an extraordinary bond with Caribbean reef sharks, earning worldwide recognition as the "Shark Whisperer." Her calm presence underwater and years of patient observation have allowed her to interact with wild sharks in ways that have fascinated scientists, divers, and the public alike. “One of Cristina's most remarkable achievements is her work removing fishing hooks from sharks by hand. Over decades of diving, she has carefully removed hundreds of embedded hooks, giving injured animals a second chance at life while collecting valuable information about shark behavior. Her work demonstrates that conservation is built on trust, patience, knowledge, and respect for the natural world. “Cristina's influence extends far beyond individual sharks. She has been a passionate advocate for marine conservation and played an important role in raising awareness that contributed to The Bahamas Shark Sanctuary, one of the world's first national shark sanctuaries. Today, Bahamian waters remain one of the safest places on Earth for sharks, benefiting biodiversity, marine ecosystems, scientific research, and sustainable ecotourism. “An accomplished cave diver and explorer, Cristina has also mapped and documented extensive underwater cave systems throughout The Bahamas. Her discoveries have advanced scientific understanding of fragile freshwater ecosystems while highlighting the importance of protecting hidden environments that few people will ever see. As an educator, speaker, and founder of People of the Water, Cristina has inspired thousands of divers, conservationists, and young people around the world. She reminds us that conservation begins with understanding and that every individual has the power to make a difference. Her message is simple yet profound: fear fades when knowledge grows. “Throughout her distinguished career, Cristina has received numerous honours, including induction into the Women Divers Hall of Fame and recognition by The Explorers Club for her contributions to exploration, conservation, and marine science. Yet perhaps her greatest achievement is changing hearts and minds. Every shark she has helped, every diver she has mentored, and every audience she has inspired contributes to a growing movement to protect our oceans. “Cristina Zenato's legacy is not measured only by awards or records. It is measured by healthier shark populations, greater public awareness, and a generation of ocean advocates who have learned from her example that courage and compassion can coexist beneath the waves. “Thank you, Cristina Zenato, for showing the world that sharks deserve admiration rather than fear, that exploration and conservation go hand in hand, and that one determined individual truly can make a global difference. Your life's work stands as an enduring inspiration to everyone committed to protecting our blue planet.” Facebook + web sites

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