Saturday, September 30, 2023

Connections

     Too bad it can't be soaked up and saved!  Sitting in the shade in the yard with the temperature 85 degrees, too bad that warmth can't be saved for January! 😉  Attending an 'open house' birthday party was a good opportunity to connect with extended family and friends. The chickens behind the nearby fence paid little attention to all the persons unknown to them. The mellow dog mingled among the guests. Reinforcing connections is always valuable. The party is one of the reasons that Kaia and I are staying at the OFH

    It bears repeating that relationships, family and friends, make a huge contribution to life's meaning.

Takk for alt,

Al

Friday, September 29, 2023

Anxiety, the gift that keeps on giving.

       I'll soon leave on an international trip. While I  haven't travelled internationally since coming home abruptly in 2020 as COVID spread, I've made enough trips to know the routine. Thoughts are occupied with what to bring or not. A valid passport was the least of my worries until L asked "Your passport is up to date?" "Yes" I replied.

     Then doubts crept in. "What if it's expired?" "Are you sure there's still time left on it?" "If it's not valid you're in trouble." Anxiety triggers are so interesting.. "Did you turn the over off?" "Are you sure you locked the door?"  All someone needs to do is ask a question "are you sure?" and anxiety does the rest. To lay anxiety to rest today I looked at the passport. The result? It's good until 2027/ Anxiety for nothing, which is usually the case.

Takk for alt,

Al

Thursday, September 28, 2023

Brookings Experience

       Writing the blog yesterday about the "Minnesota Experience" called to mind a recent Brookings experience.  Brookings is a city of about 25K population some 20 miles from The Little House. Needing a topper, trailer hitch and step for the recently purchased truck I went to a provider in Brookings, and ordered the same. Before leaving I asked if they wanted a deposit. The proprietor said "No, that's not necessary." 😀 Trust is a beautiful thing!

Takk for alt,

Al

Wednesday, September 27, 2023

Minnesota Experience

      With a truck purchase in IA and an official residence in MN it was necessary to transfer the title and get licenses plates. Using Apple Maps it was easy to find a DVA office nearby. Arriving shortly after it's 8:30 opening I took my place in line. Within fifteen minutes I was motioned to the counter and transacted the business for which I came. This particular station has a 4.5 Yelp rating! Who ever heard of such a thing? Years ago I remember hearing of a disgruntled patron at such a place saying to the person behind the counter, "You are a civil servant. I don't expect you to be a servant but I do expect you to be civil." 😀 No need for such an enjoineder today, with being quickly and pleasantly served.

Takk for alt,

Al


                          Food for thought!

Tuesday, September 26, 2023

OFH

      Kaia and I returned to the OHF for a few days. So far there are seven social engagements before Sunday. That's why this introvert needs to repair to The Little House to recharge batteries. The drive was 'windshield wipers one, windshield wipers off, repeat.' Never heavy rain more mist to light rain.

    Friends bring in my mail when I'm gone. This time there was an entire grocery sask full. No checks were included, not that I expected any.

    Being still upright is a gift!

Takk for alt,

Al


      Lexington Landing aka "the old folks home."

Monday, September 25, 2023

How convenient!

        The repair person at computer shop said "Comeback in two hours."  Well, now what?  Perhaps I can get a flu shot at HyVee while I wait. At the HyVee Pharmacy:  "Can I get a flu shot? "Yes."  "Can I get an RSV shot?" "Yes." Can I get a COVID shot?" "Yes."  In slightly over a half hour all three shots were administered and I was on my way. Hopefully, I'll maintain my COVID free status. 

     That quick service at HyVee left sufficient time for me to visit the SDSU Dairy Bar. There a very large, single dip, of Hobo Crunch Ice Cream met my needs.

SDSU Dairy Bar

Attached to the Davis Dairy Plant, the SDSU Dairy Bar offers dairy products manufactured by students in a pleasant setting. If you haven’t tried SDSU ice cream yet, it’s time.

Food Network Magazine said it, and we’ll say it again, the SDSU Dairy Bar sells the best ice cream treat in South Dakota.

Manufactured by SDSU students, our cow-to-cone ice cream process ensures visitors a memorable scoop.

More than 60 decadent flavors of rich, homemade ice cream and sherbet are served at the Dairy Bar and can be purchased in half-gallon containers.

So, come grab a cup of coffee, taste our ice cream and see for yourself that SDSU ice cream is worth the scoop!

Takk for alt,

Al


Sunday, September 24, 2023

Happy Trees!

 "For you shall go out in joy, and be led back in peace; the mountains and the hills before you shall burst into song, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands."   Isaiah 55:12

    What do biblical literalists do with this verse?  Well, be that as it may, there are some interesting studies about trees' ability to communicate. Had they hands perhaps they'd be clapping today. .9" of gentle rain falling after a long dry spell is a good gift to trees, pastures, grasslands and alfalfa fields. Bean harvest will slow a bit but perhaps they will not be as dusty.

    When helpful rain comes I'm always reminded of this book. It's set in Malaysia in World War II. I thought it good. 

Takk  for alt,

Al

Saturday, September 23, 2023

Peter Marty speaks!

      Subscribing to The Christian Century I'm always impressed by publisher Peter Marty's editorials. The one copied below was an eye opener for me. Consequently, I've attached it in it's entirety. 

Takk for alt,

Al


The dream and the backlash

Sixty years after the March on Washington, we don’t talk much about how nervous it made White people.

When 250,000 people gathered in the nation’s capital 60 years ago this month, it was the largest demonstration for human rights in US history. The March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom is remembered mostly for the eloquent words of Martin Luther King Jr. which rippled through the crowds of people surrounding the Lincoln Memorial reflecting pool. King’s spellbinding oration, full of optimism for the future, was for the ages.

To many, the day signaled fresh hope that a redistribution of social and economic power might be afoot. It was, after all, a day of social protest for jobs and freedom, not just desegregation or interracial cooperation. “We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation,” declared King. “So, we have come to cash this check.” History books cite the march as playing a role in the passage of both the 1964 Civil Rights Act and the 1965 Voting Rights Act.

What’s rarely discussed when recalling the throngs that assembled on the National Mall on August 28, 1963, is the nervousness of the White community at the time. Earlier that summer, President Kennedy tried to dissuade organizers from planning the march, calling their effort “ill-timed.” The unfounded idea that masses of African Americans descending on the capital would bring riots and violence along with them prompted businesses to close. Hospitals stockpiled plasma. Liquor sales and baseball games in the District of Columbia were canceled.

Never mind that the only civil rights movement–related violence America had witnessed to date was that which White supremacists had inflicted on nonviolent protesters. Black intrusion into the hub of White political power created anxiety and posed a threat to the dominant culture’s peace of mind.

The word backlash took on new political meaning in 1963. Instead of describing a machine or device that recoils, backlash came to refer to the reaction of White Americans who feared the consequences of Black equality. Cornell University historian Lawrence Glickman says the word “came to stand for a topsy-turvy rebellion in which white people with relative societal power perceived themselves as victimized by what they described as overly aggressive African Americans demanding equal rights.” New York Times columnist Tom Wicker described backlash at the time as “nothing more nor less than white resentment of Negroes.”

Resentment over the pace of new legislation benefiting African Americans created a permanent shift in White political behavior. Pew Research Center studies reveal that in 1958, 75 percent of Americans trusted the federal government to do the right thing most of the time. A majority of White Americans then favored an activist government. According to the American National Election Studies for 1956, 65 percent of White people believed the government should guarantee a job to anyone who wanted one and provide a minimum standard of living. Heather McGhee, who has studied the ANES surveys extensively, notes that White support for these ideas cratered between 1960 and 1964, from nearly 70 percent to 35 percent.

Why the change? The March on Washington proved a turning point. As White Americans witnessed civil rights legislation and federal programs directly benefiting African Americans (and others deemed undeserving), an anti-government ethos emerged. Decades of ANES surveys detail the rise in White disdain for government as Black access to government programs increased. Already in 1966, columnists Robert Novak and Rowland Evans called White backlash “a permanent feature of the political scene.” The US political landscape had changed forever. After 1964, no Democratic nominee for president has won a majority of White votes.

Peter W. Marty

Peter W. Marty

 

Friday, September 22, 2023

Things to ponder.

     In the prologue of Jon Meacham's biography of Abraham Lincoln he writes regarding democracy; "If  the rights of others are sacrosanct, then so are yours.  In a democracy, the pursuit of power for powers sake, devoid of devotion to equal justice and fair play, is tempting but destructive. P. XIX 

First they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a socialist.

Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a trade unionist.

Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.

—Martin Niemöller,  German Pastor after WW II.


Takk for alt,

Al




Thursday, September 21, 2023

Reliability matters!

       For twenty two years my truck has always started.  Oh wait, there was a time it didn't. Experiencing starter failure I was driving it from The Little House to my favorite garage in Minneapolis. On the way I stopped for gas in Walnut Grove. When I went to leave the starter failed. Back in the station I asked if there were a tow shop in town. Answering no, the proprietor said his eyesight was too poor to drive. Then he asked if it was a stick shift, which it was. He suggested that he and his wife try rolling it for a start, they did and it did (start)! For years after I made a point of stopping there for gas.

    But now the faithful old truck has not started a time or two. Today it started, I drove it to a repair shop in Brookings. My nephew who works in town gave me a ride home as he left work. If it isn't fixed I might get stalled in the field and have to call the bankers for a ride. 😀 

Takk for alt,

Al

PS A local farmer reported soybean yields of 60 bushels an acre and corn 200.

Wednesday, September 20, 2023

Banker's stories....

       Wednesday (today) is the traditional day of the Banker's and Butcher's dinner (lunch for city folk.) The meal is served in the board room of Citizens State Bank, Sinai. Twice this summer bankers have rescued me when I was stranded in the field. That's the least of the extra miles they go. When a customer called asking for a wet vacuum from a problem at the home,  two bankers showed up at the customers house to help with the water problem. One elderly bachelor would come to the bank in the morning and a teller would administer his eye drops. The same teller took his jacket home, replaced a zipper in it and patched a hole. When there was a cafe in town bank employees would bring meals from the cafe to a shut-in. A bachelor had surgery for hammer toes. He didn't want to pay a doctor to take out the wires in his toes so a banker did it.

      The saddest story was of a customer who asked in the bank for a ride to Brookings, about fifteen miles away. The banker was going and gave the customer a ride to a medical clinic. When the banker returned to the clinic he found that the customer had died.

    This is what could be called a full service bank!

Takk for alt,

Al



 


Tuesday, September 19, 2023

Well then......

      Ann Patchett is one of my favorite authors. Most of what she written, I have read. An exception is her latest, Tom Lake, which has great reviews. As a subscriber to her First Edition Book Club a book she's chosen is sent every month. The books are signed by the author.

    Enclosed with each book is a single page she writes about the book. The Heaven On Earth Grocery Store, I recently finished is the type of book that justifies the subscription. Occasionally the page she writes is about her relationship with the author and less about the book. These books I've not appreciated. In fact the one I began reading last night was by a friend of hers. Ten pages into the book I quit and will not pursue it further.

     There are more books on the stack from which to choose.

Takk for alt,

Al

PS This has been an exceptionally good year for the late season native grass, big bluestem. Why? Could it have been the heavy snow cover last winter?  See the picture below taken this morning.



Monday, September 18, 2023

Book

       This was not a book I was tempted to quit in the middle like the last one. A few months ago I read James McBride's autobiography The Color of Water. It's been around awhile, selling something like two million copies. It's often used in academic settings to teach about diversity. McBride's mother was Jewish and his father African American.

      When the Parnassus First Edition Book Club sent McBride's The Heaven And  Earth Grocery Store I expected it to be good and it was. It was engaging from the first sentence. Set in a factious city in Pennsylvania in the mid-1930s, the characters share an undesirable area of town in which is the Heaven and Earth Grocery Store run by a Jewish couple. Many residents are Jewish refugees from Europe. More are African American refugees from the deep south. They share the suspicion and prejudice of the WASP majority and thereby hangs a tale. That tale is told by a master storyteller. McBride's status as an Jewish/African American is key as he portrays both the immigrant Americans and refugees from the South in a sympathetic light as they contend with the WASP majority.

     This is one of the best books I've read in a long time so I recommend it.

Takk for alt,

Al


This picture of the pond (puddle) across the street was taken this morning. By afternoon the water was gone.

Sunday, September 17, 2023

Anxiety, the gift that keeps on giving!

 

“Only Thing We Have to Fear Is Fear Itself”: FDR’s First Inaugural Address

      This quote came to mind when I read a review of Robert Peckham's book Fear: An Alternative History Of The World, in the September 16, 2023 The Economist.  "...it (the book) illuminates the many ways fear has shaped human behavior over the past 700 years, from which readers can draw lessons for the present. The main one is 'Power depends on fear.'" The Economist points out that the best antidote to fear is humor. PP 60-70
     The Economist links the message of the book with the current rise in anti-Semitism. It does this by reviewing Mike Rothschild's book Space Lasers: The Rothschilds and 200 Years of Conspiracy Theories. The author, no relative of the banking family, attempts a biography of and idea "...that Jews control everything, and the Rothschilds are the 'King of the Jews''". PP 70-71

    Perhaps we'd do well to ask ourselves "where are our fears leading us astray?"

Takk for alt,

Al

Saturday, September 16, 2023

F & F

      Tonight is one of those time that I'm flooded with gratitude for family and friends. When Tim visited Tuesday night seven family members were available and joined for dinner. There's a hospitality in that that is worth celebrating.

    In my dotage it's a blessing to have friends both long term and recent. Some are so long term that it's not possible to remember a time when they weren't known.  Then there are others who have come into relationship recently. While I live alone, Joanne's fear that in her absence I'd be isolated is far from my reality.

     In the aftermath of Joanne's death I often remarked that it was the relationships that saw me through. Those relationships and also new ones are what make my life rich and full. Thank you!

Takk for alt,

Al

                         Okinawa mud, 1962.


Friday, September 15, 2023

Hard Rock

       Nope, not heavy metal music. Rather a gift that was given 10,000 years ago. That stretches my mind. At the weekly banker's and butcher's meal I serve as the community historian. But my memory only stretches back a few decades. Contemplating the today's activities a good walk was an option. Instead I decided for an encounter with gifts from 10,000 years ago. 

     10,000 years ago the last glacier retreated from South Dakota. Left in its wake were glacial moraines, i.e., hills with rocks. Carrying my bucket I filled it several times with glacier gifts. Along with the buckets of rocks came five cedar trees to eliminate, preserving the prairie aspect of the grassland. Picking rocks eliminates the need and cost of a gym membership.

    A glacial moraine was the genesis of our little hamlet's name, Sinai. Early European settlers walking by Lake Sinai after a prairie fire observed the rocky hillside. One observed "It's like Mt. Sinai." The name stuck with the Lake. Years later when the town was platted it took the lake's name and that's how it's now called 'Sinai'.

Takk for alt,

Al


               This is a place of serenity for me.

Thursday, September 14, 2023

Ying, yang!

         Today there was an auction sale in a neighboring town. A fifty something man was disposing of much property from a large storage shed. The auction began at 3:00 pm and was approximately half complete, with two rings working. when at 4:30 the rain came and we left.

     Frustrating for the seller that after weeks of dry weather the rain came during the sale,. On the other hand the pastures and trees needed the moisture. I'll postpone watering the large spruce and lilac bush in my yard. Crops are past the stage where rain will help though alfalfa will benefit.

Takk for alt,

Al

Wednesday, September 13, 2023

Well then...

      Now I'm so engrossed in my book that I forgot to compose a post.  Bet you'd like to know the book.😀

 Takk for alt,

Al

Tuesday, September 12, 2023

Company time!

      Tim is here all the way from Mohall, ND, on his way to Kansas. Look at a map and you'll see it's big detour which I appreciate.

    More tomorrow!

Takk for alt,

Al

Monday, September 11, 2023

Fell off the wagon!

         Some days ago when I gave up reading The Covenant Of Water I fell off the 'reading wagon'. Part of the lack of reading can also be attributed to a bit of travel. Visible from my recliner is a stack of fifteen books that I have yet to read. Actually there are more; some at the OFH, and others out of sight in The Little House.

       Strange as it may seem the 'reading mood' evaporated  temporarily. Something like guilt gnaws on me when I go days without reading. In 2020 when I read at a rapid pace there was a conversation about the reading that went like this. "Reading so much, how do you remember it all?"  Al answered "I don't have to remember it all. There is no test." Perhaps I might ask "What becomes of all you see/hear on TV?" 😀

     It feels as though something inside has moved and reading is about to be resumed.

Takk for alt,

Al


                                       The late Ruth Quail, my teacher for the first three grades.

Sunday, September 10, 2023

Little House

      With North Dakota company coming tomorrow, Kaia and I motored back to The Little House. Driving out of the Cities when the Vikings were playing in Minneapolis might have accounted for the dearth of traffic. Sports wise it wasn't a good day for Minnesota with the Vikings, Twins and Lynx all losing. However, the sun will still rise tomorrow.

     So, did I come home? Or, did I leave home? 😄 Perhaps both. Either way the very beginnings of harvest, both corn and soybeans, was evident. This dry weather should spare farmers the cost of propane for drying corn. Nor, should combines be getting stuck in the mud. That's an attempt to look on the good side of this dry weather. Combine fires are a danger. The little pond across the street is almost dry. My lawn has some green but mowing now would turn it brown.

    Ya then!

Takk for alt,

Al

Saturday, September 9, 2023

TV

       In previous blogs I've mentioned that I never learned to watch TV.  While that is generally true,  I do watch some sports when I'm at the OFH. Last night I was streaming a volleyball game on my computer while the TV was tuned to the Twins game.  The TV in Sinai only has rabbit ears for reception so all I can reach are the public stations. The rental agreement at the OFH includes cable TV which gives me access to many sports broadcasts.  Likely I'd be more attuned to TV if I did not have internet access. My favorite team is the Lynx of the WNBA. Usually I end up streaming the replay of their games.

     Looking out my window I see the street is wet. Rain is also forecast for Sinai.  Virtually all of Minnesota is dry to severe drought. 

Takk for alt,

Al

Friday, September 8, 2023

Dull but satisfying!

     Thinking about composing this blog caused me to think that, while my life is quite dull, it's satisfying. How exciting is a haircut and an oil change? The satisfying part is lunch with a friend and dinner with friends.

    Governor Chris Christie said "Donald Trump will lay in his bed at night staring up at the ceiling...while he's sick to his stomach."   Anyone out there want to coach Christie on the use of 'lay' and 'lie'? 

Takk for alt,

Al


The Acropolis, Athens Greece, as seen from our hotel room in 2016. 



Thursday, September 7, 2023

Old Folks Home

       Kaia and I here for a few days, 'here' being the OFH. There's a birthday to celebrate. Ed and MJ didn't linger. They made an early morning pilgrimage to Joanne's grave. It was a peaceful setting shortly after sunrise. From there they began the long trek back to their Clinton County, IA, farm. Soone Ed will begin harvest.

   While Kaia and I are here we have a birthday to celebrate, people to see and a few errands to accomplish. The apartment in the OFH was untouched in our absence. Which is home you may ask? Is The Little House Home or is it the Old Folks Home? My answer? Both 😀

Takk for alt,

Al


          Ya then, spell dog backwards and......



Wednesday, September 6, 2023

Large, early birthday present!

       While I was in Davenport, IA, recently I bought a new (used) truck.  I'd been looking a two now most are four door. A lot in Davenport trades in used rentals and was full of two door vehicles. Ed said "if you buy one I'll drive it to Sinai accompanied by MJ in the car for the return trip." I asked MJ if she got a vote and she said "Yes." 

      So yesterday I drove to Sinai and today Ed delivered my truck to my door. I said "It was really nice of you to give it a 500 mile test drive."  He said "It's your birthday present." 😁 Pretty special after they spoiled me several days in IA. It's not new but 14 years newer than the one it replaces. 

     Six family members convened with them for dinner tonight. They'll be visiting Joanne's grave in the morning. MJ and Joanne were very close as Ed and I have been since 1959. Our living those eight years in Davenport, twenty-five miles from their farm, gave ample time for MJ and Joanne to bond.

Takk for alt,

Al

               My new (used) truck. Cute isn't it?


Tuesday, September 5, 2023

Home to The Little House..

        We were having so much fun last night that I totally spaced posting.  😑  Sorry about that. On the way home today I stopped in Decorah for lunch with JJ. That's become an annual tradition and we agreed to meet again next year. Optimism reigns!

       The trip was deeply meaningful. It's a great blessing to have friends and there are special joys with long-time friends. That's become clear to me in my dotage. All friends are a gift and I am richly blessed and  very, very grateful.

     The last stop on the homeward journey was at doggie camp. Kaia doesn't seem to hold a grudge for being left behind. The kennel care takers reported that she was a good girl. Having spent years of her life in a kennel may help the transition.


                 Grammaticians get no respect.



Sunday, September 3, 2023

Iowa City

     Made it to K's and B's and now we've talked late into the night so writing will need to await another day.

Takk for alt,

Al

Saturday, September 2, 2023

WOW!

       We toured the Pioneer corn, seed processing plant, at Durant. IA., this morning. So little I knew about transforming corn from crop to picked ears to 80,000 seeds in a bag for farmers to plant. One of the young plant managers gave us a complete tour from ear corn unloading to sorted seeds in a bag. Fascinating and another reminder of how little I know. 

      Then I bought a truck!

Takk for alt,

Al

Ear corn coming up the conveyors at the Pioneer Seed Processing Plant.

                          My new (used) truck.

Friday, September 1, 2023

Iowa tour!

     Living the the good life and being totally spoiled in Iowa.  Today's activities included a visit to a daily farm where milking is totally done robotically. Good times with long time friends...life is good.

Takk for alt,

Al