Archive for April, 2012

KIndred’s Special: The Good Old Days of a Healthy Environment

April 27, 2012

Farm life brought us close to the soil.  Now, when I look back on the way life was before all this environmental poppycock and government controls, I saw the world different from that of city slickers who walked the Halls of government, and shocking as it may seem to readers, I give a bit different point of view formed on pure observation.  We had fruit trees–Oxheart, Black Cherry, Apple, Peach, and Pear that took up about 3-4 acres.  We had six acres of both Concord Blue and White Niagara with about a quarter acre of Red and Cinnamon grapes.  Our spray for trees and grape vines were basically just lava soap. Oddly enough we never had bad storms as we experience today.  Our environment included coal used for heat, for railroad trains, and industrial plants. I examine all this because along came colleges like Cornell who espoused environmental regulations that started a whole new industry and field of study. When we had a sulfur and other supposedly bad discharge from coal that polluted the landscape, not to mention wash on wash lines, the push to find safer ways to farm and improve daily life founded DDT that worked wonders but also killed off the good as well as the bad insects.  It virtually wiped out the butterflies, affected honey bees, and polluted the food supply.  It raise the devil with the landscape as auto and traffic often found farmers spraying DDT which drifted into the roads and coated vehicles. The sickish odor made life miserable.

Well, eventually DDT was banned but made me wonder why things were different prior to all these chemical companies getting into the spray business for farming.  Not only has the price gone out of sight but some of the sprays for extremely toxic.  One farmer lost his life because he walked through a freshly sprayed orchard.  As I view it, coal in our daily lives never killed anyone. Coal miners who work in the mines their whole working life do suffer some ills but seems to be on an individual tracking where careless behavior is more the cause than the coal dust itself.  That is not true of these industrial chemicals.

As I stated, when we moved to the farm, farmers were basically using lava soap spray dope that was not really harmful. Sure.  There was a decrease in damage caused fruit that had been sprayed by these new chemical combinations but in most cases it was finding a worm when biting an apple. Yet, these worms were not plentiful and the few of several hundred apples, for example, found such limited infiltration of an orchard that one has to question  modern man’s wisdom.

All this got me to wondering about coal and it’s effect on the environment.  Coal gives the farming landscape some degree of sulfide control.  I doubt that insects would relish taking up residence with fallout from the smoke generated by coal.

In summation, it boils down to what the human race can stand?  Excessive cost, health problems, a growing list of spray materials where the insects seem to adjust to the chemical treatment makes such use as questionable. Just like the lobbyists who bombard Washington bureaucrats demanding more and more deadly products both in the pharmacuticals as well as agricultural products makes me wonder just what is the hype for pushing all this stuff. The answer is greed for perfect produce by consumers and money.  Mostly it is the money.

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KindredSpirit’s Special: I Got a Taste of Environment and for Independence

April 27, 2012

When I was 8 years old, the family moved to a farm in Ontario, NY which has remained my home.  I lived through a number environmental changes that had formulated my own view about the conditions we find today.  I enjoyed rural life helping with farm chores from feeding chickens and ducks to running our old John Deere tractor for dad cultivating the grape vineyard rows which helped to control the moisture.

My bedroom was off the breakfast room within sight of mom so never had the luxury of locking my door or putting up a sign that read,”STAY OUT!” My mom’s sense of cleanliness came with sharp rebuke if things were too messy. I also had the chore of mop up of the floors and occasionally helped with the dishes. However, one great benefit was learning responsibility, co-operative teamwork quickly learning that mom and dad expected once noted, needed no repeating. My older brothers and sister were somewhat peeved because they thought I was the favorite, being the youngest but totally untrue. I say this with some clarity that one time I got into a heated argument with my grandma who lived with us. The next day I declared that I was leaving home for good right after breakfast;  I had to eat first.  Mom and dad did not say anything but after breakfast she made me some sandwiches, a thermos of split pea soup and entering my bedroom removed a small suitcase into which I folded neatly some underwear, extra pants and she gathered from under my bed my baseball mitt and bat saying I certainly would not want to leave these behind. She put my mitt and my Bible in the suitcase, making it a bit heavier than I wanted. I hugged and kissed them all and putting my bat over my shoulder I started toward the road discovering that the added weight and the  baseball bat made travel difficult.

Walking down the road, lugging my life’s worth made me hungry. I decided to rest under a large pine tree that bordered our land.  I remember thinking, “Now they will be sorry.” I awoke to the hoot of an owl. I had fallen to sleep and the sun was setting in the west.  I jumped up hungry again, having eaten the soup and sandwiches earlier. I was famished.  I took off for home and was happy to see they had just sat down to eat supper. I came in rather sheepishly and went to my room and put my stuff under the bed. I noticed my place was set. All I said was, “I got cold and decided I’d come home to live. I got lonesome out there alone.” Mom just smiled.

Kindred’s Special: Ontario Fire Company 1907-2012 105 Years of Service

April 24, 2012

When a person signs up to be a fire fighter, he or she must take a nationally certified 27 hour Scene Support or 87 hour Fire Fighter 1 Class before they can respond to an emergency. To maintain active status, fire fighters have to take an annual mandated 8 hour OSHA class and attend monthly training sessions. To become proficient in their duties, they have to take driver training, accident extrication, pump operations, hazardous material, ladder truck operations and many other courses. They must be on call at all times.

When you meet a fire fighter, please thank him or her for their dedication in serving the community and support their projects.

The pager rings out, “There’s work to be done.”

We all know someone’s dialed 9-1-1-.

In the heat of the day, or the dead of night,

It is never a good time, to start the fight.

Always wiling to go, without a thought.

Hoping you’ve learned, from the training taught.

House fire, car accident, or VSA,

We will not falter or be led astray.

With all our hearts pounding, and air packs donned,

Smelling adrenaline, …brotherly bond.

The scene could be dark, without a sound.

No smoke, or body, ever be found.

Mayhem and chaos, the next roster call.

Flames and death greet us, we’ve seen it all.

Roll up the hose and gear, or pack the jaws,

Trying to determine what was the cause.

All in a day’s work, and always without fear.

***

From your local firefighter–a volunteer. Poem by Matt Richardson.

 

 

 

 

 

Kindred’s Special: The Evolution of a Chess Expert

April 24, 2012

The Game of Chess by Dr. S. Tarrasch was my introduction to the Royal Game. I studied the book twice and the only other books I had a chance to study from my brother’s library chess classics, Masters of the Chessboard by Reti, and Chess Fundamentals by Capablanca.  This was possible because I was recovering from a broken collar-bone and in a waist cast. Raymond subscribed to the monthly picture Chess Review Magazine  I read and studied from cover to cover.

For my 13th birthday gift I was given a Chess Review Postal Kit.  Thus started my joy to experience the thrills of postal chess.  I entered a Chess Review class C social event, scoring 6-0. Here are some of my games. Those with S. Maxwell I no longer can find.

White: Don Reithel  vs. Black: Brig. Gen. Frank S. Clark  Opening: Caro-Kann Defence

1. e4  c6  2. d4  d5  3. exd5  exd5  4. c4  Nf6  5. Nc3  dxc4  6. Bg5  e6  7. Bxc4  Be7  8. d5  Nxd5  9. Bxe7  Qxe7  10. Bxd5  exd5+ 11.Nge2  O-O 12. Nxd5  Qe5  13. O-O  Rd8  14. Nec3  Be6?  15. Ne7+  Resigns (1-0).

I can only guess that he had the position set up wrong when he played Be6.  Now I pulled a no-no in postal chess!

White:  B. Albert    Black:  Don Reithel      Opening:  Giuoco Piano

1. e4  e5  2. Nf3  Nc6  3. Bc4  Bc5  4. O-O  Nf6  5. d3  O-O  6. Bg5  d6  7. Nc3  a6?  I had meant to play h6 but posted it wrong. His reply woke me up. I hoped I could recover enough to make it a decent game. For a young teen it was disheartening to say the least.

8. Nd5  Be6  9. Nxf6+  gxf6  10. Bh6  Re8 11. Bxe6  fxe6  12. Nd4  Kh8  13. Nxc6  bxc6  14. Qg4  Qe7  15. c3  Rg8  16. Qh3  Rg6  17. b4  Ba7  18. a3  Rag8 19.g3  f5  20. Rae1  f4  21. Kh1  Qf6  22. gxf4  Rxh6  23. fxe3  Qf4  24. White Resigns (0-1).

This game I do believe was my first use of the phrase in my notes to this game, “Never give up the ship.!!”

The following game versus Brig. Gen. F. S. Clark I record in English Descriptive because, as I said previously in articles, you need to understand that notation because of usage in many of the chess classics.

White: Brig. Gen. Frank S. Clark     Black:  Don Reithel       Opening: English Opening

1. P-QB4  N-KB3  2. N-QB3  P-B3  3. P-K4  P-K4  4. N-B3  Q-R4  5. B-K2  B-N5

I was not educated in openings at this time and played to develop pieces and hinder my opponent’s own pieces–the reason for …P-B3.

6. Q-B2 O-O  7. O-O  P-Q4

I was happy because I castled before my opponent did and got to attack his center.   In my youthful enthusiasm, I felt I was equalizing and would soon grab the initiative and have the better position.

8. BPxP  PxP  9. QNxP  NxN  10. PxN  QxQP

My KP is planted in the center. He has an isolani (QP) and about equal development.

11. B-B4  Q-Q3  12. P-QR3  B-R4  13. P-QN4  B-B2  14. Q-K4  N-Q2  15. B-N2  K-R1!

Postal play enables one to analyze at leisure and in-depth. One cannot always deal from strength of a superior position. To create a plan and work at it by making it difficult for the opponent is often the key to consistency in winning, drawing and avoiding losses. Years later, in my articles I mention the King safety moving into the corner as here. Perhaps this is where I made that concept a reality and saw the value of the defensive movement.

16. QR-Q1  P-B4  17. Q-R4  B-Q1  18. Q-R3  P-QR3  19. P-Q4  Q-KN3  20. NxP  NxN  21. PxN  P-B5  22. Q-QB3  B-K2  KR-K1  B-K3  24. BxB  QxB.

Despite the character of the game so far, I managed to lose a pawn for good piece play and a lot of fun. Here it is my opponent’s game to even the result of my earlier win.  I was about to help him. And the fates of the gods have seen even the great players boo-boo.  So I continued to be on guard and to play the best I could with what I had.

25. Q-B3  P-QN4  26. QR-B1  QR-B1 27. RxR  QxR  28. P-KR3  Q-B7  29. R-K2  Q-KN3  30. R-K4  P-R3  31. K-R2  B-N4.

White has intelligently built a bridge for the King’s protection.  I very much expected probably 32. B-B1 would be on his next card. When it arrived and I saw 32.P-K6 I thought, “Did I overlook something even better?”

32. P-K6  R-K1  33. P-K7  BxP.

Now I discovered analyzing to find a brilliant defence against what I thought he planned here of 34. QxP and if 34. … B-Q3 35. RxR+  K-
R2  36. B-K5 .  Apparently, only after sending off 33. P-K7 did he see I had after 34. QxP QxR!  35. QxQ  B-Q3+  36. B-K5 RxB  37. Q-B6  R-K3+ 38. P-N3  BxP+wins.

34. B-K5  B-Q3!  35. QxP  RxB!

After the game I discovered 35…QxR also wins.  The text is very pretty.

36. RxR  Q-B3!  37. P-N3  BxR  38. Q-Q2  B-Q5  39. K-N2  Q-B3+ 40. P-B3  Q-B6  41. White Resigns. (0-1).

I cannot locate Maxwell’s games; he was the player who suggested I enter the Golden Knights.

At the conclusion of the tournament, Maxwell said they were betting to see who would be the first to spank this young lad. Is there a bit of justice there?

Kindred’s Special: Love Speaks Loudly Through the Amateur World Ranks

April 18, 2012

Love, Love, Love!  That is the soul of spirited human endeavor and thus we come to visualize the genius of creativity.  The musical mystro and genius works of Mozart are a lasting picture of beauty embracing the love affair that one might attribute soley to a few elite genius exhibitors.  Such artists exist in a variety of settings.  Yet, I have come to wonder just where the word LOVE fits in with the masses that find great joy in the practice of chasing the mysterious notes within music compositions, artist creations with the brush, and a host of what is called beauty out of the amateur ranks. The thing that ties the two together is appreciation of both sight and hearing. Reducing or losing either or both alters the joys of experiencing the ultimate in LOVE.

The question to answer it broadly earmarks the term of amateur.  What is an amateur?  One only needs to look around and see gatherings of people who come together to share an interest.  Collectively it describes the word amateur. To say it another way–the amateur is one who enjoys something because he or she loves to do it so that participation attracts groups who share the enjoyment, often seen in the guise of friendly competitions.  And where more than one creates a group,   finds the term amateurs being the plural of the word.  But again, just who are they and what attracts them to form a wide branch of human endeavor?  In belief that chess reflects much of the game of life, might it clarify as a type of piggy-backing the whole of these collective bodies?  The answer in chess may well lay in the workings of the established rating system where every organized chessplayer carries one. This rating is not stationary but changes with playing and results when involved in official events.  In a real sense the rating is a huge Ponzi Scheme that works despite some questionable traits where good and bad meet. For it’s few faults, no other activity points out such comparable reflection of the whole as a world body that embraces professional and amateur ranking. Ratings assure participants some degree of equality in skill for pairing purposes. To me as a former Tournament Organizer and Director, that is the whole basis of the system although it also tends to give probable odds for a game result.  But that is the beauty of chess–the upset is more likely in chess than any other sport form.

In summation, should I have not bored you or put you to sleep, perhaps you can see my own preference that the amateur tends to be attracted in a love-hate relationship.  What I mean by that is for the amateur who decides to play in Swiss System Tournaments, often with faster time controls, and play being 3-games on Saturday and 2-games on Sunday that often wears on the nerves and makes one wonder on the way home which often takes miles and miles of travel with the constant thought about that last game that featured the good and the bad.  The ultimate moment comes when arriving home, your parents or wife or husband as the case might be looks for a cherished prize or with a hand out for the winnings.  That love affair blossoms with rest and the next event find the chess enthusiast searching the chess pages for a coming event!   Many sporting events where friends or associates find time to enjoy exercise, mental, physical or both, and fellowship fits the amateur definition best.

During my 65 years of chess I have seen a number of literary achievements (some great and some junk) authored by both professional and amateur alike. Chess has it’s own code of generalship that is reflected in starting or ending a game. The same holds true for match results.  In this, the amateur is equal to the professional.

Kindred’s Special: God Bless My Mama

April 16, 2012

I remember mama. Yes, my mother is gone long ago; but I remember her so. She was a delightful soul–good, kind, decent, loving. I remember mama. When I was two-years old, I had the German Measles and mommy took me into the attic, set up a cot bed and I was quarantined from the rest of the family brood of dad, brothers and sister.  She took good care, watching over me, interchanged with the doctor calls, and saw to it that there was no light from the window next to my bed.  All this while attending to the needs of dad, my two brothers and sister.  She brought me chicken soup–her often called home remedy for just about every ill.

In those days long ago, the doctor came to the house, and most remedies were from the kitchen supplies mama would get from the apothecary shop where medicines were made up and dispensed as needed.  Some of it tasted yuk.  But between the chicken soup and the yuk, I soon recovered and was allowed to return downstairs and sit on the stone porch that was lined with brick.  My brothers and sister hugged me and treated me so well after such adventure; I actually wonder what new ill could fall on me so to see the joyful faces shown upon recovery.

Mama was blessed.  She told me when I was six or seven how she met daddy when I asked her.  When she was little and in the winter snowy days, he would throw snowballs during kid wars and accidentally hit her in the face.  She chased him home but couldn’t catch him. She was given a good education, attending Rochester Business School after graduating highschool and landed a job with a bank having many German speaking clients and customers. Mama spoke German fluently and was the private secretary to the President.  After a couple of years, she asked him if she could learn some new and diversified jobs and being well thought of, she was made the head of the Foreign Department which dealt with both US and foreign duties.  It was during this time that she attended some dances with co-workers and while dancing, met this handsome drummer from the band.  She liked him and he asked her to dance while on break and soon she accepted being kind of steady and then accepted his proposal for marriage.  But there was a major problem to overcome.

In those days, a lad would have to approach the father to see the lay of the land and if he was a decent chap with prospects for a financial future to be able to care for his daughter.  He was of course German and his occupation was a house painter and also a paper hanger having his own business.  Well, dad’s report of being a professional musician did not set well.  Dad told him he made a good salary and the band was made up of fine gentlemen and he made a salary that would care for them both and eventual family.  But her papa said no marriage unless my dad agreed to learn a trade first.  He said he would and was able to join the photoengraver apprenticeship program set up by the union.  Dad was artistic that way.

Well, that was one hurdle out-of-the-way but there was a major one coming for mama.  When she told the officers in the bank of her marriage plans, the President tried to talk her out of it and even hired a private investigator to check out my dad. Thankfully his findings were of a very decent and dependable man with high integrity and character.  But Mr. Gregory, her boss and bank president said she knew when she was hired that if she got married, it was bank policy that she would have to resign.  Dad was drafted in World War I and so I don’t have much information about his service except that he won a number of medals from France and America.  Apparently he volunteered to cross no-man’s land with a squad to bring back needed rations for the company.  And, in so doing, happened to see a church clock hands moving and soon heavy bombardment of his company’s position. His report netted a group of spies who had taken up a position in the church tower.  But dad was wounded by machine gun fire and hospitalized.  When he recovered and started back to find his unit, a bunch came along and enlisted him in their outfit because the war was over.  His battalion was among the first home with the 310th marching down New York’s main street but dad was not with them. In fact, he spent another year or two helping rebuild France.

I remember how beautiful mama was–bright red-auburn hair and blue-eyed, shapely, smart, kind and gentle, she was a willing listener to our problems that she sometimes carried on her shoulders.  Most of the time my sis or brother would babysit me when dad and mama attended social company sponsored events or with the masonic which my dad belonged to.  My mama was a member of the Ladies auxiliary both in the American Legion and Masonic.  Dad and mama made a handsome pair!

Our financial situation was unclear because dad was out of work due to labor union strikes a lot.  But with his music which he taught and band play they were able to never let us kids know how they had to scrimp and save, often having the market put things on credit until dad got back to work. That was a common happening in those days for lots of folks.

We moved to Ithaca where my brothers and sister attended school. Ramie, as I called him, worked on a dairy farm owned by a Cornell professor and soon got a job at a department store where he designed window displays. He taught himself to play chess, reading the encyclopedia and joined the Ithaca chess club.  He taught my sis and brother to play and me the moves although I was too young at the time. He also took guitar lessons.

December 7th 1941. Ramie had graduated that spring and got his draft notice almost immediately.  He was in the service as a tech training sgt. first at Ft. Landing, Fla. and later at Fort Benning, Ga.  After the war, Ramie taught me to play and noticed I took to it like a duck takes to water. In fact, I was just about even with my sis and brother Georgie.

All these years my mama was a homemaker–baking bread, pies, cakes, and experimenting with various dishes she learned while attending a course at Cornell.  We never starved during the war because mama knew how to make things last and used her expertise to create a number of delicious meals which were my dad’s favorite menus. I think she could have opened a restaurant and been very successful but always obeyed my dad’s wishes that she stay at home and be a good mom. That–she excelled at!

My dad I remember well, too.  Mama told me he was asked to entertain a movie actress who came to Ithaca to make a movie and the head wanted her kept safe but shown a good time. Dad agreed and took her to Silver Lake boating, dancing, and sightseeing during her movie work.  Mama told me years later that she had come for dinner just before she left to return to California and said how lucky mama was to have such a fine husband and hoped she would find such a man someday herself.

We had moved back to Rochester and then to Ontario to dad’s father’s farm and grandma joined our family. Grandpa had died of a heartattack.

Mama and papa (I never called him that) were truly happily married and both lived long lives, mama outliving him due to a heart condition he had probably got in the service.  This just hits the highlights of their life together. Maybe they would be mad that I share it here with my readers;  I think, though, they would be at peace in the cemetery where they are buried next to each other in knowledge that our own lives have been blessed as was theirs.

KindredSpirit’s Kaleidoscope: A Sad State of Affairs

April 15, 2012

Previously I have written about the development of the Federal Reserve, discussed some of those who contributed and served as Controllers of the Currency up to the time of Franklin Roosevelt when the Glass-Steagall Act was passed that was to protect bank deposits from the newly founded investment banks who eyeballed with greed the penchant for taking risks.  Probably the worst blunder of the Congress was repeal of Glass-Steagall and putting  in place the Gramm-Leach and Biley Act that such greed was lying in wait for the right moment to strike.  Indeed, the banks had, in effect, become operating casino-style with a belief that the pot was always going to be filled with gold.  Lobbyists invaded the banking system up and down the ladder by Wall Street; finally, it got chewed up in the mid 2000s by overzealous credit agencies that literally handed out triple-A ratings like sweet candy. I remember while working in a bank how some of us worried about the leverage and risk of derivatives.  In a sense, it was a huge Ponzi Scheme and by laws passed that were purposely unregulated. That is why now we hear the constant reference to Wall Street as the culprits.  Financial lobbyists cooked the books in a sense by filtering what amounted to illegal tipoffs to Congressmen who made huge personal gains while telling constituents that on pending legislation, if passed, would benefit the good folks back home.  A milked cow gives only so much milk.

Just who were some of the principals involved either directly or because of the position of responsiblity held and inept leadership skills to manage their departments? As I mentioned the Glass-Seagall Act was axed and R. Rubin with the blessing of both the Republican Congress and President Clinton in 1999 to enact the Gramm-Leach and Biley Financial Services Modernization Act, as it was called.

That is the little dirty secret among many dirty little secrets that our American Govenment under both administrations have instituted for the so-called benefit of Americans but mostly to reap power and wealth for themselves.  The entire fault lies with the citizens who walk with blinders on in joyful self greed and fulfilled gratifications.

Kindred’s Special: Recognition !Never Hurts to Say, “Well Done.”

April 9, 2012

The poem is a great way to preach the written word in memory.  It is often a truth teller. The best poems are usually the simplest, and convey to readers a reminder that life is precious to each and all.  It is also mindful of praise with a sense of dignity, honesty, integrity and acts as a stimulus to enlighten the reader as witness to and of personal feelings and experience.  What better way to find harmony in the workplace?

This poem’s by Anon perhaps is worth memorizing as it hits the nail on the head of what I am alluding to in this brief.

Valuable is the work you do.

Outstanding is how you always come through.

Loyal, sincere and full of good cheer,

Untiring in your efforts throughout the year!

Notable are the contributions made,

Being trustworthy for righteous sake,

Finding perfection in corrected forms,

Eager to reach your every goal–

Effective strength is your role,

And with a smile, like a shining star,

Special and wonderful–that is what you are!

 

 

 

 

 

Kindred’s Special: The Mighty Pawns

April 4, 2012

Oddly enough chess writers and games by both amateurs and the era-elite players show a great respect for the lowly pawn sometimes accorded the lackluster but romantic name “peon” suggesting it has little import in the social circles of both minor pieces (Knights and Bishops) and major pieces (Rooks [Castles] and Kings and Queens. So that some semblance of power for exchange purposes when such captures came up, a numerical number was given each to give an evaluation of the pro and con of such exchange offerings. To further clarify such captures, even exchanges was expressed as an “exchange”; the writers felt it important to differentiate between minor and major piece exchanges or where a major piece was involved. Thus, the term “the Exchange” referred to a major piece, the Rook or Queen being involved with either a pawn or minor piece of Knight or Bishop in trade.

Thus, for many years a bit of debate popped up now and then over the valuations.  For myself, it always seemed to me to have an artificial taste when giving or getting the standard formula common in the books–pawn 1,  Knight 3,  Bishop 3, Rook 5, Queen 9 and King 0 as related for exchange purposes only.  My explanation for arriving at my own viewpoint and evaluation has been given elsewhere.  Personally, I think it more appropo and possessing much clearer understanding of the reality of positions arising where pawns and pieces meet in conflict to utilize my assessed valuation:  Pawn 2, Knight 6,  Bishop 8, Rook 14, Queen 22, King 6.  The point of these numbers refer to freedom of movement as means for determining their real strength in open positions. It always seemed to me that the old view was simply too sterile to what existed in the position.  If one examines the book view long established, the whole remains as a piece of wood!   My thoughts go more to the dynamics of pieces and pawns on the board; how they effect squares overall and inidividual location should determine such consideration when examining the fruits of an even exchange or sacrifice having sufficient power to be weighed as feasible.

The following game merits your attention to witness the expanding power of advanced pawns.  The closer to the promotion square, the more threatening.  So grab hold of your seats for a very entertaining ride through the pages of history!

White:  Alexander McDonnell   vs.   Black:  Lois Labourdonnais  Opening:  Sicilian Defence   London  1834.

McDonnell (1798-1835) was from Belfast and considered among the elite of the British chess power.  Likewise, Labourdonnais was among the elite of France which was long thought to be the chess power in Europe and likely the world of chess of those times.  There was no title for world champion and in those days long past, it was enough to be known as the best player in the country.

1. e4  c5  2. Nf3  Nc6  3. d4  cxd4  4. Nxd4  e5  5. Nxc6  The alternative 5. Nb5 is considered best today.  One might ask just what is wrong with this exchange?  Lets take a look. The pawn must recapture, half-opening the b-file but most important is to bring another pawn toward building a strong center.

5. … bxc6  6. Bc4  Nf6  7. Bg5  Be7  8. Qe2  One can invision a coming…. Ba6 snatching up space and square count.  Better plays existed; perhaps 8. Bxf6  Bxf6 9. Nc3 or 8. Nc3 >Bxf6.

8. … d5  9. Bxf6  Bxf6  10. Bb3  O-O  11. O-O  a5!  12. exd5  cxd5  13. Rd1  d4  14. c4  The right pawn but the wrong square.  Maybe 14. c3 looks more solid to try for some central restraint.

14. … Qb6  15. Bc2  Bb7  16. Nd2 Rae8  With the long range plan of advancing the e-f file pawns and hinder good squares for White’s pieces.

17. Ne4  Bd8  18. c5  Qc6  19. f3  Be7  20. Rac1  f5  21. Qc4+  Kh8  22. Ba4 Qb6  23. Bxe8  fxe4  24. c6  exf3!  25. Rc2  Trying to salvage something from the position;  25. cxb7?  Qe3+ 26. Kh1 fxg2+ 27. Kxg2 Rf2+  28. Kg1 Re2+ 29. Kh1 Qf3+ 30. Kg1 Qg2 checkmate!

25. … Qe3+ 26. Kh1 Bc8  27. Bd7  f2  28. Rf1 d3  29. Rc3  Bxd7  30. cxd7  e4  31. Qc8  Bd8  32. Qc4  Qe1  33. Rc1  d2  Here we come–ready or not!!

34. Qc5  Rg8  35. Rd1  e3  36. Qc3  Qxd1  37. Rxd1  e2  White resigns. (0-1).

I often use this game for showing how the wood pieces truly give life to spirited play. If you study the game carefully and try to see what different ideas you can come up with to try, it should give you good practice and soar the spirit to the stars.

Kindred’s Special: A Sad State of Media Alzheimer–Ism

April 2, 2012

The 34th  Marchand Open held at Strong’s new facilities attracted 140 chess  players.  The prize fund was $10,700+ guaranteed with FIDE and USCF ratings being contested for. No news media coverage!  That is a sad state of affairs in our fair city.

Four Grandmasters, and 3 area masters  tied for lst place, each receiving a handsome cash prize.  There was a battle among all the prize groups, several finishing with ties and sharing the booty!

The Rochester Democrat and Chronicle newspaper, and other news outlets never showed up to cover this annual event.  Again, like most times, coverage of city chess finds the news media folks ignoring or having no personal interest so just don’t care to report on local chess events.  Any wonder why the media and the newspapers become less important and the internet news more relevant to the interests as a place to go for city news?

Chess has become big business since the Bobby Fischer Boom of the 1960s-1970s.  Since the downfall of communism and the Soviet Union, many Grandmasters and other elite players have emigrated to other countries where they have put their expertise for chess to good use in teaching, coaching and writing from which has developed a huge mass of young people to play and have fun playing chess especially in the schools round the world.