The Adventures of Bloggard

Been Around the Block. Got Some Stories. These are Them.

  • Home
  • Archives
  • About Bloggard
  • Concise Autoblography
  • Contact

So Long — to the Ramen King

03.13.2011 by bloggard // Leave a Comment

Instant Ramen was invented in this workshop by Ando Momofuku
The Invention of Instant Ramen

Osaka, Japan, January 6, 2007: A Hero of Our Time … In 2007, at the age of 96, Ando Momofuku, the inventor of Instant Ramen, passed away. While a student at Ritsumeikan University he learned to operate a clothing business, but on a cold night shortly after World War II, he came upon a long line of people who were waiting to buy fresh ramen (noodles) at a black-market food stall. In an epiphany, he came to believe that the world would have peace when people had enough to eat.

So in 1948 he began learning the food business, and ten years later developed instant Chicken Ramen, which he thought would provide better nutrition for soldiers in the field. His company grew and grew and grew. Two years ago, his company developed vacuum-packed noodles for Japanese astronaut Soichi Noguchi to eat on the U. S. space shuttle Discovery. When interviewed, Ando said, “I’m happy I’ve realized my dream that noodles can go into space.”

One small step for man, one giant leap for noodles. But perhaps more important is this: We don’t know who invented beans and rice, and we don’t know who invented spaghetti, but we do know who invented Instant Ramen. So for all the students of the world, and for those of us who once needed very affordable food for a simple meal, we thank you, Ando Momofuku.

In this simple way, you’ve changed the world.

Categories // All, honor, Looking Back, News

The Altar Boys

03.13.2011 by bloggard // 2 Comments

Eddie Frank Scheer, later, when he was the School Principal in Henrietta, Texas

Henrietta, Texas, 1957: Since we were Methodists, I don’t see why it was so important.

In our town, being a Methodist was considered kind of easy. The story goes that a fellow had died, and was being shown around Heaven. In one room folks were dancing because, being Catholics, they couldn’t dance on Earth. In another room folks were drinking, because they’d been Baptists. And in one room, folks just sat around; being Methodists, they’d already done everything. Ha ha ha ha ha.

I suspect it was some jealousy of the Catholic rituals that caused the trouble.

Well, of course, it was only trouble for me and Eddie Frank.

Our church had decided to have altar boys. They already had choir robes, so they just had to get a couple of short metal poles so two of us could walk down the aisle and light some candles. This particular Sunday, it was me and Eddy Frank.

We Got All Holy

We did our holy duty, walking real slow and looking solemn, lit the candles, then retreated back out the same way. In the cloakroom we shucked our gowns, and he suggested we go sit in his parents new car — a blue 1958 Chevrolet, very classy — to hear the radio for a few minutes before joining the service.

Gosh, I don’t know what happened. I guess we were just yakking, and suddenly we realized a long time had passed. Eddy Frank looked plenty worried.

“If we go in there now, everybody’ll stare,” he said.

I agreed. But what to do?

Oh Holy Holy Holy

We cudgeled our brains, but were unable to think of anything workable. So we gave up and walked home. When church had let out, my mother came home, screeching the tires, real mad.

“I was so proud of you!” she said. “And then we were waiting, and waiting, and waiting!”

There was no explaining. I got spanked. So did Eddy Frank.

The Best Kind of Friend, where Parents Wouldn’t Let You Sit Together at Church

Back then, Eddy Frank was probably my best friend. We started stamp companies at the same time. Or, rather, he started one and I copied him. I never sold any stamps, though, and finally sold my stock to him. I don’t think he sold any stamps either.

Later, we took Latin together. We drank some terrible wine together. We were in egg fights. We hung a dummy from my Uncle Doc’s radio tower, unseen with the town cop cruising on the street below. We painted Class of 61 on the water tower. But in the dark I got the spray can backwards and sprayed my chin day-glow orange. Then, figuring this might be a clue revealing me as one of the perpetrators, I had to remove this evidence. This required a lot of scrubbing with Ajax cleanser, and not a little pain.

Oddly enough, not long after, I asked Eddy Frank to come over to my house to make rockets, and he declined. “My mamma says I can’t play with you any more,” he explained. “She says you’re a bad iffluous on me.”

A bad iffluous indeed.

Categories // All, honor, Looking Back, pals, Problems, school, Texas

Your Fortune Cookie

  • An unexpected event will soon bring you fortune.

Our Host


Perhaps you are wondering why I have gathered all of you here.

Recent Posts

  • Mister Blue
  • How to Drop the Weight, Look Better, and Feel Better … Made Easier
  • Most-efficient Exercise for Strength, Longevity, Blood-Pressure, and Balance
  • Creatine – for Fixin’ Up Your Brain!

Recent Comments

  • bloggard on The Altar Boys
  • Tonja Scheer on The Altar Boys
  • Raymond J.Reiss on Calling Lonesome Cowboy Tim

Search By Keyword

Currently 602 micro-stories searchable online. Enter search words and hit return:

Search by Category

View My LinkedIn Profile

View Arthur Cronos's profile on LinkedIn

Credits and Copyright

All contents copyright (c) 2001-2026 Arthur Cronos and Voltos Industries, Mount Shasta, California. Reproduction prohibited except as noted. All rights reserved.

Webdesign by VOLTOS

** TEXT NAVIGATION **
Home * Archives * About the Bloggard * Bloggard's Concise Autoblography * Contact Us * Terms of Use * Privacy Policy * Site Map * Voltos Industries
 
 

reviews

[wprevpro_usetemplate tid=”1″]

All Contents Copyright © 2001-2019 · Webdesign by VOLTOS