Model Airplanes

By Shaun Delliskave | [email protected]

Something was unusual about the skilled Murray pilot’s descent onto the Espiritu Santo runaway, as the Marine’s TBF Avenger seemed to just drop. Lieutenant Paul Kezerian had flown in difficult situations before during World War II, but Kezerian wasn’t able to fix his trajectory. The loss of such a skilled and beloved pilot was not only difficult for the Marine Corps 443 Air Squadron but also his hometown.

Paul was part of the “Greatest Generation,” born in 1921 to a poor family in Murray. Armenian converts to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, Paul’s parents settled in Murray with his mother Arick’s family, the Sherinians. Arick’s brother Herond eventually opened the first hospital in Murray, and the family’s work ethic was instilled in young Paul.

A middle child among seven siblings, Paul grew up in downtown Murray on Hanauer Street. As part of Murray’s large, ethnically diverse population, Paul was not immune to ethnic slights. Paul’s father, Armenag, recalled in his biography, “He faced the typical grade school challenges growing up, including confronting a bully. His father recalls a time when someone tried to pick a fight with Paul. He was harassed, pushed and called filthy names by the larger boy. He did not retaliate at first, having been taught not to fight, but then the bully crossed the line by calling Paul a ‘Turk,’ the worst insult an Armenian, particularly a Kezerian Armenian, could receive. Paul hit him once, and the bully did not get

Article source: https://www.murrayjournal.com/2019/05/02/196814/many-memorial-days-later-remembering-a-brave-murrayite

In anticipation of the upcoming Costume Institute exhibition, “Camp: Notes on Fashion,” we’ve digitized collections from which pieces were selected for the show or catalog. This collection, Franco Moschino’s last, was presented on October 3, 1993, at the Teatro Nazionale in Milan.

Franco Moschino was known for skewering fashion’s excesses (especially those of the 1980s), but no one loved the medium—from its humdrum to its most-glamorous aspects—more. This is a man who made a dress in the form of a shopping bag, worked measuring tapes into flower-embellished sleeves, crafted hats that looked like model airplanes, and didn’t shy away from send-ups of other designer’s work. (Chanel was a favorite target.) “I know the history, which is the reason I can joke,” he once told The New York Times.

Moschino’s own history was on display in the fall of 1993. Concurrent with X Years of Chaos!, a 10-year retrospective of his work at the Museo della Permanente that later traveled, the designer made a return to the runway. Like the exhibition, this fashion show highlighted a decade of hits, from slogan-emblazoned bathing suits to pieces embellished with everything from roses made from zippers to Barbie-size garments. It was Moschino’s last show; in 1994, the designer, at just 44, died of AIDS complications.

Article source: https://www.vogue.com/fashion-shows/spring-1994-ready-to-wear/moschino

A week or two ago I read a terrific book. (“Binstead’s Safari,” a reissue of a 1983 novel by Rachel Ingalls.) And as always happens when I finish a terrific book, I immediately inflicted it on someone. In this case, I inflicted it on one of my editors, Connie.

“You’ll love this,” I said repeatedly, pushing the book at her. She took it, perhaps because she was very busy and it was clear I wasn’t going to let her get back to work until she did.

And after she took it, I immediately said: “But I’ll want it back.” I kind of narrowed my eyes and gave her a hard stare so she would know I meant it.

I do. I want it back. Actually, secretly, I want it back right now. It’s painful for me to give up beloved books, even briefly. And yet it’s more painful not to share them. When I love a book I want everyone to read it and love it, too.

A few days after this, I e-mailed a friend in Florida. (Also, coincidentally, named Connie.)

“Have you read ‘Binstead’s Safari’?” I asked. She had not, so I bought a copy and mailed it to her. And then I bought another copy for myself, just in case.

I am terrible about lending books. I need to share them, but I want to keep them. I lend them to people, but I can’t bear to be without them, even temporarily. I send

Article source: http://www.startribune.com/bookmark-we-want-your-stories-about-lending-and-borrowing-books/509395431/