Sunday, February 17, 2008

Historical Blog Post #100 - with a terrible title!

What to write? How do I leave an impression with this milestone of a post? Well, I've decided to re-post a historical treatise that I have sent via e-mail to several of my readers in times past (i.e., before I had a blog on which to write this stuff). For those who've already read it, I'm sorry for not offering anything new for the majority of this extra-long post... but maybe it's worth a re-read.

Before we get to it, though, I wanted to mention a thing or two from less historical times (i.e., yesterday and a few years back but within my lifetime). Yesterday we saw a commercial on TV featuring Morgan Freeman. My youngest boy said, "Hey, that's God!" (Think "Evan Almighty"...)

And, remember this guy? Yep, Gumby. (I found an interesting collection of Gumby pic's here; note, I haven't gone past the first page of that site, and only read a few of the comments, so I can't vouch for its content; as always, be careful out there in cyberspace!) Well, back when I was a senior in high school, and my best friend and my brother were both in 9th grade, he (my friend, who moved into the town where I now live a few years ago and we still hang out every now and then - our families get along very well together) would come over to our house early in the morning, before school started, and we would watch most of Gumby and Friends (or whatever it was called); however, we'd have to leave 5 minutes before it ended every day in order to make it to school on time, so we never saw the last 5 minutes of Gumby, ever, for something like a year's worth of episodes. And, although at this time I was driving to school, before I had my license & car & parking space I did literally have to walk to school, and it was uphill both ways (ok, there was a valley between our house and the school, so it was technically both down- and then up-hill both ways). I just thought I'd mention that since it came to mind when someone mentioned "Gumby" when I walked in the door this evening. Oh, wait, I think it was me who mentioned it. Anyway, my wife says that perhaps things like this are why I don't have more readers of my blog. Oh, and by the way, she's started her own blog now (I set it up, but the words are all hers). There's a link to it off to the right (and also in the previous sentence).

Anyway, onto the history lesson... but a brief introduction is in order: Our church's praise team (of which I am part) typically tries to at least somewhat color-coordinate the PT members for Sunday morning services (that is, we try to color-coordinate what we're wearing, not that we try to make sure we're all painted in the same color or something). This past Sunday's color of the day was turquoise, which prompted me to do some research on the little known originator of the color. The following brief synopsis is the result of my countless seconds of research. Enjoy the history lesson!

A Brief History of Turquoise

The Turquoise were a little-known Indian tribe offsprung from the more well-known Iroquois Confederacy. Back in prehistoric American times (i.e., before recorded history in America), a group of Turks (info on Turkey, the nation), fed up with the constant invasions and power struggles due to their strategic location ("Who picked this land, anyway?" one was quoted as saying, but in the original Turkish, of course), decided to migrate east ('cause everyone knew what upstarts and snobs those westerners were!). Not finding suitable places to inhabit (this land's too hot! This land's too cold! This land doesn't have enough fast-food joints!), they kept going. Eventually reaching the Pacific ocean, this group of Turks decided they didn't want to inhabit the land where Communism would thrive, and kept going. It's unclear whether they made their way across land or ice bridges over the Bering strait, or simply sailed on makeshift rafts crafted from empty Tupperware containers that had long since been emptied of food and were simply being carted around because 1) Ralph the Turk was a packrat; and 2) they couldn't find a suitable recycling center and didn't want to strew the non-biodegradable Tupperware all over the Asian continent (primarily it was #1 that kept them around; if/when they found usefulness as makeshift rafts, Ralph the Turk's wife begrudgingly agreed that it was in fact fortunate that he'd kept them all this time as they traipsed all over Asia, but since we don't know for sure whether they were used as rafts or whether the group crossed the Bering strait on a land or ice bridge, I guess we'll never know whether Ralph the Turk was justified over his pack-rattiness).

Anyway, they eventually made their way across to Alaska, but it was too cold. And in Canada they were a bit confused as to their national language, and it was too cold. Eventually, they decided they wanted to settle in a little place called Illinois, but since there were no people there, it hadn't been called Illinois yet, so they kept going.

Upon reaching New York, they found a group of several Indian tribes known as the Iroquois Confederacy. The Turks were welcomed by the Indians, partly because of the jovial nature of the Indians, but mostly because the Turks still had some Tupperware containers which proved excellent in keeping the buffalo meat from spoiling when it wasn't used immediately. (Remember, at this time, Buffalo were widespread across America, and in fact had their headquarters in a little place now known as Buffalo, NY, also settled by one of the Iroquois Confederacy tribes. It is unfortunate that the Buffalo were subsequently hunted nearly out of existence, to the point that only 9 remained in North America. Due to the conservationist group's swift and decisive activities, though, the Buffalo now number in the thousands, although, with all the inbreeding, those are some seriously retarded buffalo, and they no longer have the wits to organize themselves and attempt to retake Buffalo, NY as their HQ.) Primarily, it would be assumed that the Tupperware was the main reason for their acceptance (and not the jovial nature of the Iroquois Indians), since the name "Iroquois" is believed to have been derived from a Basque-based pidgin word, "Hilokoa," meaning "murderers."

So it was that the Turks intermarried with the various Iroquois Indians (apparently some of the Indians understandably take offense to the term "Iroquois," so be careful when retelling this tale). And thus were born the Turquoise Indians, who subsequently resettled in the land known as Illinois (which they, now being of sufficient number, were capable of naming themselves and not requiring any additional population to assist them). However, after relocating to Illinois, the Iroquois got rather perturbed with their neighbors, and subsequently began attacking them (presumably because the former Turks took all their Tupperware with them, and had unfortunately left the secret to creating Tupperware back in Turkey, where it was lost because of all the fighting and political upheaval until it reappeared in America in 1945, brought back by man named Earl Silas Tupper. It is unclear how Mr. Tupper came across the magical secret of Tupperware, or if he managed to have an original idea that someone else already had, but he made a bunch of money off the product and eventually bought an island in Central America, giving up his US Citizenship to avoid taxes. Anyway, the Turquoise Indians kept renaming themselves (refer to the link about Illinois and its history to see the various assumed names of the Turquoise Indians) to try to avoid the continual bullying by the Iroquois Confederacy, although it rarely worked. They looked the same, after all, and maybe the Iroquois just decided to beat up anyone living in the area.

The Turquoise Indians supported the "new" America during the Revolutionary War, as well as supporting Abe Lincoln during the Civil War (refer to the link about Illinois for more info), because they wanted to be free and to have rules saying the Iroquois couldn't beat them up anymore. Or something like that. As it stands, the single greatest contribution of the Turquoise Indians to society was probably a light-bluish-green color, which was originally a botched royal blue when someone ran the garment washing machines (they always provided pre-washed garments to avoid shrinkage after purchase) with chlorinated water siphoned from the neighbor's swimming pool to avoid the large water bill associated with pre-washing their garments. The chlorine, of course, bleached the royal blue color, leaving it the faded turquoise color, which the Turquoise Indians quickly named, patented, and sold worldwide. However, it was determined that the patent was invalid, since the color seemed to match a similarly named stone, and the Turquoise Indians went bankrupt. Most of them committed suicide upon learning the news that they were broke after having made it all the way across the world and starting a new race of people, but a few were a bit more strong willed and decided to not give up. Unfortunately, those few were killed in an industrial accident at the turquoise coloring plant back in the 1920s, and the Turquoise Indians subsequently dropped from the minds of people everywhere, and are rarely even mentioned in any historical texts today (although their assumed names, as resident Indians of Illinois, strangely live on).

And there you have it - a brief history of the Turquoise Indians. Have a great day!

Note: any accounts, personalities, and references in this document are primarily fictitious, the wild imaginings of the author, and are not really meant to represent any factual or historical events, people, nations, tribes, companies, products, or anything else even remotely resembling reality. If you want reality, look elsewhere (such as the links provided in the narrative). Some semblance of truth probably was used in the rambling, but the reader is left to his/her own discretion as to which parts to believe, and it is highly recommended that you research the info yourself (such as at the links provided, history books, encyclopedias, your neighborhood library, the history channel, your elementary school teachers, etc.).

Hope this made you laugh a bit... or maybe crack a smile... or something... and I hope I haven't offended anyone with this tale (please forgive me if I have).


Christy said...

WHEW! I wonder if this would be considered the world's longest blog? Then it would really be historical, huh? :)

I'm glad to see Ninfa's out here w/ us all now. I left her a comment.

It was good seeing you back in church yesterday. I'm glad you are all well again.

Hence said...

I didn't notice my hundredth post. Wonder what it was....?

Tony M said...

I'm not sure on the longest blog thing; I think that would be difficult to objectively state, other perhaps than using character count or something, and how could you really find "all" the blogs in the world? And I think Dean's might be longer sometimes...

It was good to be back in church. When you say "all well" - do you mean "all" as in the whole family or "all" as in completely? 'Cause if'n it's the latter, that's probably not quite the case yet... still some congestion and soreness lingering, but much better thanks.

Amateur, this was your hundredth post, on August 13 of 2007. I think I even commented on that one, although it was months later.

Hence said...

I could have found it myself if I really tried, y'know...I just wasn't all that motivated to...thanks, though.

Tony M said...

Heh-heh... I know; I started to say you could, but then my perfectionist side kicked in and I figured, "Why say, 'you could find it' and 'this is one way' instead of just going to track it down myself?" :)

I'm still a little surprised no one's commented on my "history lesson"... I guess it looks too long to really read. For those who haven't seen it before, I'd highly recommend reading the "Brief History of Turquoise" - I've gotten some really good comments from those who saw it in e-mail.

Laudio said...

That's great!!!

I think you and Douglas Adams may have had some history classes together. Or maybe it was Lewis Carroll... Strange and wonderful history!

Thank you for the Definitive History of Turquoise.

Tony M said...

Aw, you're just saying that cause I commented that no one's commented... :) But thanks for the comment!