Two people born in Lebanon, Oregon

[pwd72s]

Both born during the 1940's.

First, Janet Canoy who later gained fame as Jo Collins, 1965 Playmate of the year.

Next up, this guy.

Lebanon grad honored with international prize | Local | democratherald.com

I suppose, in a way, we could say both have contributed to mankind...

[Seahawk]

Janet deserves a lot of praise:

Amid a war's horrors, soldiers met an angel

An officer pointed Price out to Collins. She walked straight to his bed.

Price felt his gut tighten with nervousness. But he knew he had to say something. Gosh, he blurted out, you're even prettier than your pictures.

Collins laughed and held out her hand. Price looked down at it. In her palm she held the latest issue of Playboy magazine. The first of the Bravo Bulls' lifetime subscription. She had traveled 8,000 miles to deliver it. Looking at Price's broad smile, she was glad she had come.

The next moments were a blur to Price. Keggi had doped him up to dull the throbbing pain in his left arm. He knew he was talking to Collins and knew she was talking to him, but later, when he had a chance to recall their meeting, he couldn't think of anything they talked about. He couldn't even remember if he kissed her.

In minutes, she was off. She wanted, she said, to visit the other men in the ward. As Keggi watched, she walked from bed to bed, stopping long enough to chat with each of the wounded soldiers. Some asked for her autograph and she obliged. Others asked her to help them finish letters they were writing home. She took up a pen and wrote a few lines. Others simply asked if she would light their cigarettes. Certainly, she said.

Keggi looked around at all the men, some of whom had propped themselves on their elbows to better stare silently at Collins. All of them were smiling.

Keggi had seen generals and senators come through the ward many times. None of them, he thought, had ever done as much good as this 20-year-old woman. She spoke softly and soothingly, perfectly at ease among the bloody dressings and bandaged limbs. She asked the men questions about their lives and chatted casually with them. The men, some of whom had earlier been groaning in pain, looked happy and relaxed. They treated her politely, almost, it seemed, with reverence.

A nurse hurried over to Collins. There's a wounded man who wants to see you, the nurse said before turning away. Collins stood up and rushed to keep up with her.

The nurse stopped beside a stretcher. On it lay a soldier who looked as if he had fallen into a meat grinder. His uniform, caked in blood, was ripped to shreds. His entire body looked as if it had been cut open. His life was ebbing away.

The chain of events that Price had set in motion had led Collins to the soldier. The M-16 rifles that jammed, Price's solution, his platoon's request, his letter to Hugh Hefner, Futch's quest for publicity, even the Oregon state trooper's search for her - everything had brought her here to this broken, bleeding man.

An unknown chain of events, far more terrible, had brought him to her.

Collins looked down at him, and tears pooled in her eyes.

Sweetheart, the dying soldier said with a struggle, I've been waiting to see you.

Collins choked back a sob. Then, just before the soldier closed his eyes on the world, he exhaled, and, looking at Collins, caught a final glimpse of its beauty.

[HardDrive]

Paul, my mom lives up in Turner. Next time I'm out that way, let me buy you cup of coffee and we can compare Mustang notes.

[pwd72s]

Originally Posted by HardDrive

Paul, my mom lives up in Turner. Next time I'm out that way, let me buy you cup of coffee and we can compare Mustang notes.

Sounds like a plan.

Paul, I knew that Jo Collins delivered the first issue of a lifetime subscription to a guy in Vietnam, but I didn't know of the rest of the story. Wow!

[M.D. Holloway]

Originally Posted by Seahawk

Janet deserves a lot of praise:

Amid a war's horrors, soldiers met an angel

An officer pointed Price out to Collins. She walked straight to his bed.

Price felt his gut tighten with nervousness. But he knew he had to say something. Gosh, he blurted out, you're even prettier than your pictures.

Collins laughed and held out her hand. Price looked down at it. In her palm she held the latest issue of Playboy magazine. The first of the Bravo Bulls' lifetime subscription. She had traveled 8,000 miles to deliver it. Looking at Price's broad smile, she was glad she had come.

The next moments were a blur to Price. Keggi had doped him up to dull the throbbing pain in his left arm. He knew he was talking to Collins and knew she was talking to him, but later, when he had a chance to recall their meeting, he couldn't think of anything they talked about. He couldn't even remember if he kissed her.

In minutes, she was off. She wanted, she said, to visit the other men in the ward. As Keggi watched, she walked from bed to bed, stopping long enough to chat with each of the wounded soldiers. Some asked for her autograph and she obliged. Others asked her to help them finish letters they were writing home. She took up a pen and wrote a few lines. Others simply asked if she would light their cigarettes. Certainly, she said.

Keggi looked around at all the men, some of whom had propped themselves on their elbows to better stare silently at Collins. All of them were smiling.

Keggi had seen generals and senators come through the ward many times. None of them, he thought, had ever done as much good as this 20-year-old woman. She spoke softly and soothingly, perfectly at ease among the bloody dressings and bandaged limbs. She asked the men questions about their lives and chatted casually with them. The men, some of whom had earlier been groaning in pain, looked happy and relaxed. They treated her politely, almost, it seemed, with reverence.

A nurse hurried over to Collins. There's a wounded man who wants to see you, the nurse said before turning away. Collins stood up and rushed to keep up with her.

The nurse stopped beside a stretcher. On it lay a soldier who looked as if he had fallen into a meat grinder. His uniform, caked in blood, was ripped to shreds. His entire body looked as if it had been cut open. His life was ebbing away.

The chain of events that Price had set in motion had led Collins to the soldier. The M-16 rifles that jammed, Price's solution, his platoon's request, his letter to Hugh Hefner, Futch's quest for publicity, even the Oregon state trooper's search for her - everything had brought her here to this broken, bleeding man.

An unknown chain of events, far more terrible, had brought him to her.

Collins looked down at him, and tears pooled in her eyes.

Sweetheart, the dying soldier said with a struggle, I've been waiting to see you.

Collins choked back a sob. Then, just before the soldier closed his eyes on the world, he exhaled, and, looking at Collins, caught a final glimpse of its beauty.

wow...


wow

[pwd72s]

Click on the link...it's a long read, but well worth the time. Yes, Jo Collins made one hell of a contribution to mankind!

[wdfifteen]

"Merzenich’s research indicates the brain has the capacity to remodel itself in numerous ways, which has far-reaching implications for some of the biggest issues with which humanity struggles: Alzheimer’s. Autism. Parkinson’s disease. Depression. Attention deficit disorder. Schizophrenia. Concussions.

In effect, his research demonstrates, the old adage about teaching an old dog new tricks is not only possible — it results in a far healthier dog."

Pretty interesting stuff. Food for thought, so to speak.
Who is Jo Collins??

[Crowbob]

Brain plasticity research is an interesting development. Each of our abilities to learn is unique. Currently, there are three ways the brain changes with learning. One is chemical (i.e., the neurotransmitters between brain cells). Another is structural; brain networks evolve and become more efficient. The third is functional. That is, areas of the brain can actually change what they control.

Short-term memories are facilitated by the chemical transmitters. However, in order for short-term memories to become long-term, the neural networks have to change also. The chemical interactions have to be sustained long enough to sort of etch into the structure of the brain; to actually 'fix' efficient and predictable pathways in neural tissue and relationships. And finally, the areas of the brain can be altered to function in different ways. It had long been discovered that areas of the brain can assume new influences over areas of functioning previously controlled by other areas. This is the slowest process of the three and requires the most effort.

Now, what we have learned recently is that each of these processes are uniquely represented in each of us and that these processes can be learned. The trick is to find out in each of us which of the three processes we are best at and build from there. This has profound implications for the rehabilitation of stroke victims, for example. Customizing therepies to individuals may be the way to go.

I found these concepts particularly fascinating. I had recently resumed a former passion of drumming after a twenty-year hiatus. My progress was astounding-at first. In a matter of weeks I was at a proficiency level I had been at previously that took years to develope initially. I was even actually able to do things I had not been able to do before.

Then I suddenly remembered why I lost that original passion. The learning curve the second time around was extremely steep and very satisfying. However, I found myself at a proficiency level wherein any improvement required more and more commitment as the curve flattened out.

I concluded that drumming had permanently changed my brain. Much like pics of Jo had.