Friday, January 31, 2025

Nothing to report.

    Reading the minutes of some church council meetings sometimes a committee chair called upon will reply "Nothing to report."   That sums this blog "Nothing to Report". But, this post serves to reassure you both that I am fine.

Takk for alt,

Al


Sibiu, Romania, sticks in my mind for pizza. Ye Olde guidebook directed us to a pizza place located in the old city wall saying the "pizza is exceptional." Yes, it was, and in a fascinating location.


"Sibiu is a city in Transylvania, central Romania. It’s known for Germanic architecture in its old town, the legacy of 12th-century Saxon settlers. Around the city are the remains of medieval walls and towers, including the 13th-century Council Tower. In the upper town, Brukenthal Palace now houses the Brukenthal National Museum, with European paintings. The nearby Evangelical Cathedral has gravestones in its walls." ― Google

Pretty much defines retirement!

 


Thursday, January 30, 2025

Impossible Task!

     What is an impossible task you may ask?  To do justice in a brief review to Marilyn Robinson's book Reading Genesis. Time and time again she finds grace in the familiar stories of Genesis: in the response to Cain's killing Abel, God's covenant with Noah, Abraham's passing off his wife as his sister, in Judah's defrauding Esau, in Laban's trickery with Judah, in Joseph's response to his brothers in Egypt, etc.

    Robinson brings her acute literary eye (she's a Pulitzer Prize winner) to the reading and sees what others simply read past. It's a slow read becasue there are profound insights on almost every page that bear pondering and reflection. In the passage dealing with Abram's passing off his wife as his sister, she writes "The moral appears to be that the fear of outsiders, which amounts to contempt for them, leads to unrighteous behavior, and also that God is attentive to them, too..." P. 84 It is an example of her insight. On P. 178 she writes "Providence can become visible in retrospect."  How true! Writing about Genesis she says "I know of no other literature except certain late plays of Shakespeare that elevates grace as this book does." P. 228

    This is a book that I wish I could have read in seminary. Were I in ministry today I'd preach a sermon series based on it, while encouraging the congregation to read the book simultaneously.

   One questions lingers. Why would she use the King James version of Genesis, which is reproduced in its entirety, when much better translations are available?

Takk for alt,

Al



Wednesday, January 29, 2025

Exciting?

      Exciting? Well, not so much. When the most exciting event of the day is a trip to Costco. exciting is perhaps the wrong word! Actually going to Costco is typically a pleasant experience. Familiarity with the store helps, the Eagan store parking lot is manageable and it's only a few miles from the OHF.

   The fact that it is usually a pleasant experience is reminder of how blessed I am. Therefore, it's good to pause and reflect gratefully on my blessing. Yes, I'm truly blessed and grateful.

Takk for alt,

Al

A bit of PS to yesterday's post about Augustana University. Here is a list of the school's accreditations.

 

Tuesday, January 28, 2025

Thriving!

     It's gratifying to see my alma mater thriving in this time of struggle for small, liberal arts institutions. Why is Augustana University so healthy. It's the confluence of several factors. Located in Sioux Falls, SD., a city with a population of 200,000+, it's the major university of the city. Sioux Falls is at the junctions of Interstate Highways 29 & 90. It is served by an active airport. Augustan is the premier private university in the state. The university has been served by a succession of strong presidents, the last three being exceptional. 

   Today a group of us were convened to consider Augustana's Buntrock Scholarship Program. Rosemarie & Dean Buntrock gave the University thirteen million dollars for this creative endeavor. The scholarship is for students active in churches of the Evangelical Lutheran Church, who commit to continuing active church membership after graduation. The scholarships are generous, between $8,000. and $12,000., renewable annually. This gift aids students, strengthens congregations and the University. It supports 30 freshmen per year. 

    A new scholarship program at the school, Lutheran Legacy, has just been announced. This will provide support for students who applied for, but did not receive, the Buntrock Scholarship. This is funded by an unnamed donor.

   Yes, I'm a proud to have two degrees from Augie.

Takk for alt,

Al

"Inspired by Lutheran scholarly tradition and the liberal arts, Augustana provides an education of enduring worth that challenges the intellect, fosters integrity and integrates faith with learning and service in a diverse world."

Monday, January 27, 2025

Inmates aflutter!

    So why are the OHF inmates aflutter?  See the article below re: the new skyway to connect the two OFH buildings. Here's a bit of background.

    Lexington Landing I, of which I'm an inmate, was built first. It has approximately 150 residents in independent living, where I reside, assisted living and memory care. It has dining facilities, necessary for both those in assisted living and memory care. These dining options are available to residents in independent living, both buildings.

   Lexington Landing II, was built later and has only independent apartments and no meal venues. Inmates to LL II, need to cross the street to access the dining room in LL I. Administrators thought those folks would just walk across the street. Wrong, in the cold of winter they drive.😀 LL II has some facilities that are unique to it. There's a small dog park, pickleball court and golf simulator. So, connecting the buildings via skyway will be good for both buildings. The announcement copied below is from the administrator. The skyway will cross a country road and is in a city so both jurisdictions needed to approve it. The road crossed, Lexington Ave., is wide so the skyway will be quite long.

Takk for alt,

Al

"We are thrilled to announce that we have officially achieved final approvals to begin constructing our long-anticipated Sky Bridge (skyway) connecting Terrace I and Terrace II of our beloved Lexington Landing Apartments! With this approval, construction is expected to start in a few short weeks with an anticipated completion date of August 2025. 

The Sky Bridge will connect to the 2nd level elevator lobbies of each building. Both the J. A. Wedum Foundation and Presbyterian Homes are excited about the positive changes and the enhanced connectivity this Sky Bridge will bring our community.  

We will aim to share milestone construction updates and dates of the Sky Bridge construction process with you as we approach them. We know that many of you will be eager to join us in watching the “big events” occur. Kraus Anderson (KA), our general contractor, and EDI, our developers, will be joining our next All Campus Resident Meeting on February 26th to share progress updates as well as provide additional details about our Sky Bridge.  
A few key construction phases that you can anticipate starting soon: 
  1. KA job trailer will be brought to the Terrace II parking lot - Beginning of February 
  2. Utility locate flags will be placed around Terrace I and Terrace II – Beginning of February 
  3. Drilling of helical piers (footings/foundation support) - Middle of February  
  4. Placement of metal structure (Sky Bridge framework) - Early April "



Sunday, January 26, 2025

I know her personally!

May the words of my mouth and the meditation of all our hearts be acceptable in your sight, oh God, for you are our strength and our Redeemer. Amen. Please be seated.

Again, my warm welcome to all who have gathered in this House of prayer for all people and for those who are joining us via live stream. As a country we have gathered this morning to pray for unity as a people and a nation, not for agreement, political or otherwise, but for the kind of unity that fosters community across diversity and division, a unity that serves the common good. Unity in this sense is a threshold requirement for people to live in freedom and together in a free society. It is the solid rock, as Jesus said, in this case upon which to build a nation. It is not conformity. It is not victory. It is not polite weariness or passive passivity born of exhaustion. Unity is not partisan, rather unity is a way of being with one another that encompasses and respects our differences, that teaches us to hold multiple perspectives and life experiences as valid and worthy of respect, that enables us in our communities and in the halls of power to genuinely care for one another even when we disagree.
Those are across our country who dedicate their lives or who volunteer to help others in times of natural disaster, often at great risk to themselves, never ask those they are helping for whom they voted in a past election or what positions they hold on a particular issue. And we are at our best when we follow their example. For unity at times is sacrificial in the way that love is sacrificial, a giving of ourselves for the sake of another. In his sermon on the mount, Jesus of Nazareth exhorts us to love not only our neighbors but to love our enemies and to pray for those who persecute us, to be merciful as our God is merciful, to forgive others as God forgives us. And Jesus went out of his way to welcome those whom his society deemed as outcasts.
Now I grant you that unity in this broad expansive sense is aspirational, and it’s a lot to pray for. It’s a big ask of our God, worthy of the best of who we are and who we can be. But there isn’t much to be gained by our prayers if we act in ways that further deepen the divisions among us. Our scriptures are quite clear about this that God is never impressed with prayers when actions are not informed by them. Nor does God spare us from the consequences of our deeds, which always in the end matter more than the words we pray. Those of us gathered here in the cathedral, we are not naive about the realities of politics, when power and wealth and competing interests are at stake, when views of what America should be are in conflict, when there are strong opinions across a spectrum of possibilities and starkly different understandings of what the right course of action is. There will be winners and losers. When votes are cast–decisions made that set the course of public policy and the prioritization of resources, it goes without saying that in a democracy not everyone’s particular hopes and dreams can be realized in a given legislative session or a presidential term not even in a generation. Which is to say, not everyone’s specific prayers, for those of us who are people of prayer, not everyone’s prayers will be answered in the way we would like. But for some, the loss of their hopes and dreams will be far more than political defeat but instead a loss of equality and dignity and their livelihoods. Given this then, is true unity among us even possible? And why should we care about it?
Well, I hope we care. I hope we care because the culture of contempt that has become normalized in this country threatens to destroy us. We are all bombarded daily with messages from what sociologists now call the outrage industrial complex, some of that driven by external forces whose interests are furthered by a polarized America. Contempt fuels political campaigns and social media, and many profit from that. But it’s a worrisome–it’s a dangerous way to lead a country. I’m a person of faith surrounded by people of faith, and, with God’s help, I believe that unity in this country is possible. Not perfectly, for we are imperfect people and an imperfect union but sufficient enough to keep us all believing in and working to realize the ideals of the United States of America, ideals expressed in the Declaration of Independence, with its assertion of innate human equality and dignity. And we are right to pray for God’s help as we seek unity, for we need God’s help, but only if we ourselves are willing to tend to the foundations upon which unity depends, like Jesus’s analogy of building a House of faith on the rock of his teachings as opposed to building a house on sand. The foundations we need for unity must be sturdy enough to withstand the many storms that threaten it. And, so what are they, the foundations of unity?
Drawing from our sacred traditions and texts, let me suggest that there are at least three. The first foundation for unity is honoring the inherent dignity of every human being, which is, as all the faiths represented here affirm, the birthright of all people as children of our one God. In public discourse, honoring each other’s dignity means refusing to mock or discount or demonize those with whom we differ, choosing instead to respectfully debate our differences and whenever possible to seek common ground. And if common ground is not possible, dignity demands that we remain true to our convictions without contempt for those who hold convictions of their own.
Second, foundation for unity is honesty, in both private conversation and public discourse. If we are not willing to be honest, there is no use in praying for unity because our actions work against the prayers themselves. We might, for a time, experience a false sense of unity among some but not the sturdier broader unity that we need to address the challenges that we face. Now to be fair we don’t always know where the truth lies, and there is a lot working against the truth now. But when we do know, when we know what is true, it is incumbent upon us to speak the truth, even when, especially when it costs us.
On the third and last foundation, I’ll mention today is, foundation for unity, is humility, which we all need, because we are all fallible human beings. We make mistakes. We say and do things that we later regret. We have our blind spots and our biases. And perhaps we are most dangerous to ourselves and others when we are persuaded without a doubt that we are absolutely right and someone else is absolutely wrong, because then we are just a few steps from labeling ourselves as the good people versus the bad people. And the truth is that we are all people. We are both capable of good and bad. Alexander Solzhenitsyn once astutely observed that the line separating good and evil passes not through states, not between classes, nor between political parties, but through, right through every human heart, through all human hearts. And the more we realize this, the more room we have within ourselves for humility and openness to one another across our differences, because in fact we are more like one another than we realize, and we need each other. Unity is relatively easy to pray for on occasions of great solemnity. It’s a lot harder to realize when we’re dealing with real differences in our private lives and in the public arena. But without unity, we’re building our nation’s house on sand, and with a commitment to unity that incorporates diversity and transcends disagreement and with the solid foundations of dignity, honesty, and humility that such unity requires, we can do our part and in our time to realize the ideals and the dream of America.
Let me make one final plea, Mr. President. Millions have put their trust in you and, as you told the nation yesterday, you have felt the providential hand of a loving God. In the name of our God, I ask you to have mercy upon the people in our country who are scared now. There are gay, lesbian, and transgender children in Democratic, Republican and Independent families, some who fear for their lives. And the people, the people who pick our crops and clean our office buildings, who labor in poultry farms and meat packing plants, who wash the dishes after we eat in restaurants and work the night shifts in hospitals. They, they may not be citizens or have the proper documentation, but the vast majority of immigrants are not criminals. They pay taxes and are good neighbors. They are faithful members of our churches and mosques, synagogues, wadara and temples. I ask you to have mercy, Mr. President, on those in our communities whose children fear that their parents will be taken away and that you help those who are fleeing war zones and persecution in their own lands, to find compassion and welcome here. Our God teaches us that we are to be merciful to the stranger for we were all once strangers in this land. May God grant us the strength and courage to honour the dignity of every human being, to speak the truth to one another in love and walk humbly with each other and our God for the good of all people. The good of all people in this nation and the world.
Amen." Bishop Mariann Edgar Budde

Amen!

Al

Saturday, January 25, 2025

Traveling Romania

      In the leisure of the OFH there's time for memories. Lately I've been remembering the trip Joanne and I took to Romania. After a few days in Paris we flew to Bucharest, Romania. Staying in nice little boutique hotel downtown gave us an opportunity to explore on foot. It happened to be on Ascension Day in the Orthodox Calendar. Passing by an Orthodox Church celebrating the day, we entered. The service consisted of an acapella choir in the balcony singing non-stop in 12 part harmony. While they did this priests were active in the chancel. The music was so beautiful that we tarried long.

    After a stay in Bucharest we rented a car and drove through Transylvania, thus the visit to Dracula's Castle and the church pictured pictured yesterday. Our first stop on that drive was Brasov. The church pictured below, Lutheran, is known as The Black Church becasue the outside walls are black from an ancient fire. 

   Transylvania was once mostly Lutheran. Since World War II, immigration has reduced the Lutheran population and now the predominant religion is Orthodox. We did happen on a confirmation service in a Lutheran Church at one of our stops.   

   Driving in Transylvania was easy, Bucharest not so much. Perhaps the only more difficult drive I've experienced was in Phnom Penh, Cambodia.

Takk for alt,

Al

                      City center of Brasov.
"Brașov is a city in the Transylvania region of Romania, ringed by the Carpathian Mountains. It's known for its medieval Saxon walls and bastions, the towering Gothic-style Black Church and lively cafes. Piaţa Sfatului (Council Square) in the cobbled old town is surrounded by colorful baroque buildings and is home to the Casa Sfatului, a former town hall turned local history museum."  Google

Friday, January 24, 2025

Like they all said...

     It seems as if all of my acquaintances have had cataract surgery. To a person they all said that it was easy. Wearing my eyepatch in the OFH elevator as I left for the post-op check-up two acquaintances commented. One said "You'll see so much better." The other commented "Been there, done that."  So now I'm among those who can say it is easy. Told that sight will improve for up to a month that's good becasue I saw significant improvement immediately.

   Fortunately I do not struggle to self-administer eyedrops. The regimen calls for 12 a day. With the eyedrop bottles on the center island in the kitchen it's easy to stop for a drop every time I pass. Now I look forward to surgery on the other eye in a couple of weeks. Yes, I'm grateful!

Takk for alt,

Al

The Lutheran Church, Sighisoara, Romania, with an external pulpit, partially obscured by a post. The pastor would access the pulpit from the sanctuary to preach to the lepers gathered outside.

Dialogue fit for the OFH

 


Thursday, January 23, 2025

Good Book

     It was delightful to find a book from Heather in my mailbox. Not surprisingly it turned out to be good. Last Chance Stop is Sarah Fjellanger's novel based on her family's immigrant history. Kristi, the narrator and protagonist, is twelve when her family leaves Norway for America. Her father's small farm suffered consecutive crop failures so about 1900, they sail for America. Her father's dream of a Midwest farm propels them but hardships await in America.

    Because the book is written from the perspective of a young girl leaving her home and land, it was helpful to me. All of my grandparents immigrated from Norway. While I know some details of their immigration, more of the men than the women, the grief and emotions of that transition seldom occupied me. Grandpa Lars Negstad, never saw his mother again. Both Grandfathers were very successful in America but the emotional costs of that relocation are seldom mentioned.

   Thanks, Heather, I'm glad I read it!

Takk for alt,

Al

PS Cataract surgery went very well and the doctor checked me this morning. He was pleased with the result. I'm seeing better and lights are much brighter. How fortunate I am to be the beneficiary such wonderful care!

  

                         Today's random is a dining venue on the Island of Santorini.

Wednesday, January 22, 2025

Cataract Surgery Today

     The cataract was removed on my left eye today. The doctor said it went well. So this is just a short note so you both know why.

Takk for alt,

Al

Tuesday, January 21, 2025

Layers...

       Early this morning, when Kaia and I ventured out for her morning run, the air temperature was -19. Kaia loves the cold, perhaps because she can run without overheating. She's very energized. For persons in the cold the common wisdom is to layer.  Layer I did, which raised a new concern.

     "No bad weather, only bad clothing" proved true. Wearing sufficient layers of good outer wear the temperature was not an issue. It's surprising the comfort of a scarf on a cold day. Emerging into the cold from the confines of the OFH quickly assured me that I had dressed properly. Why didn't I think of experimenting in the comfort of my apartment?  Wearing more than the normal layers a bit of a trial would have been advised. But, not to worry, the test was passed. What test you ask?  Wearing all these clothes would I be able to bend over to pick up after Kaia? Yes! I could and and I did!😁

Takk for alt,

Al



On my annual trips to visit friends in Iowa I would stop in Decorah to visit the late Jenine Jordahl. She died suddenly about a year ago, taking with her the memories of  time at Concordia College as Joanne's roomate. 

Monday, January 20, 2025

A bit of history

"It was on this day in 1892 that the first official game of basketball was played in Springfield, Massachusetts. It was invented by a 31-year-old Canadian graduate student named James Naismith, who was teaching at the International YMCA Training School (now Springfield College).

Naismith graduated in theology from the Presbyterian College in Montreal, but his real love was sports, so he went to the YMCA Training School to study the relatively new subject of physical education. The undergraduates were divided into two groups: half wanted to be physical directors, and the other half wanted to be YMCA administrators. In fall, the daily physical activity was football, which everyone loved. But winter indoors, in a small gym, proved a challenge. Instructors led the undergraduates in calisthenics and marching. The future physical directors were fine with this curriculum, since they considered it part of a well-rounded education in athletics; but the future administrators were bored and rebellious. One particularly difficult class, of 18 students, went through two instructors — after the first instructor's marching and calisthenics failed, the school brought in their most respected professor, who tried to make the young men do potato races and various kids' games to keep them active. The students complained that they were starting to hate athletics in general. At faculty meetings, the group was labeled as hopeless.

James Naismith disagreed. He said at one meeting: "The trouble is not with the men but with the system that we are using. The kind of work for this particular class should be of a recreational nature, something that would appeal to their play instincts." In response, the head of the faculty assigned the class to Naismith. Naismith was already teaching canoeing, wrestling, swimming, boxing, psychology, and Bible study. He tried to get out of this new assignment, but to no avail.

Naismith tried modifying football to play it indoors, but had to eliminate tackling because there wasn't enough space, so no one liked it anymore. He tried a modified version of soccer, but the students were required to wear soft-soled shoes inside, and no matter how many times Naismith warned them to kick the ball softly, they kept forgetting and injuring their feet — plus they broke several windows. He tried lacrosse, but almost everyone ended up with serious injuries to their hands or faces. Naismith was desperate to come up with something before his two-week report to the faculty. He said: "It was worse than losing a game. All the stubbornness of my Scotch ancestry was aroused, all my pride of achievement urged me on; I would not go back and admit that I had failed."

The night before his two-week review, he sat in his office above the locker room and considered the theory of games, determined to come up with something new. He wanted a game with simple rules and a lightweight ball so anyone could throw it or catch it without much practice. He chose a large ball because small-balled games like baseball and lacrosse needed additional equipment. By the end of the night, he had a framework, and the next morning before class, he wrote a list of 13 rules for the game. He grabbed a soccer ball and asked the janitor for boxes to use as goals. The janitor didn't have boxes but he had peach baskets in the storeroom, so Naismith nailed those on the walls.

The game was such a success that his students didn't want to quit playing at the end of class time. Soon everyone wanted to play, not just the troublemakers in Naismith's class. In a couple of weeks, spectators were packing into the gym to watch, including a group of female teachers from a nearby school, who soon put together the first women's team. One of Naismith's students suggested that they name the game "Naismith ball," but Naismith refused. So the student proposed "basket ball," which was written as two words until the 1920s. Naismith introduced basketball to his students on December 21st, 1891. A few weeks later, on this day in 1892, the first official game was played at the YMCA in Albany, New York — it was the first time it had been played outside of the Training School where it was invented."  The Writer's Almanac 

Takk for alt,

Al

Sunday, January 19, 2025

Good Crowd!

     In spite of the sub-zero temps there was a good crowd in church. Little Olive was baptized and she had a large fan club. The church is located on the University of Minnesota Campus and there was a good turn-out of university students. With those University buildings surrounding the church the street by it is like a wind tunnel. Anyone remember how cold the drive-through is in a grain elevator on a winter day? Likewise the alley of a lumber yard? Those come to mind walking from the parking ramp to the church. But the church is much warmer than the church of my childhood which was heated by a floor furnace.

Takk for alt,

Al

        USMC cold weather training, Bridgeport, CA. It wasn't cold like the cold of the upper mid-west. It's where I learned you can ski on snowshoes if the hill is steep enough. Now there's a skill for a life time!

Saturday, January 18, 2025

Oops

    Did I miss a day? Sorry to you both. Uffda!

    Well it's time to trot out that statement witch may of may not be Norwegian. "There's no bad weather, only bad clothing."  Walking into the grocery store today it was barely possible to walk the aisle past the checkout lanes. Why are all these people here? Oh, ya, cold temperatures are predicted. Don't you people have any food in your house? If it's cold can't you visit a grocery store?

  It's reminiscent of the first day of icy roads. It seems as if there's a conspiracy like "It's icy, quick, everyone get in the ditch." "It's going to be cold quick everyone run to the grocery store." Remember the early days of the pandemic and the run on toilet paper?  Oh, we people are funny!

   Oh you ask, "And why were you at the store?  The mission was to meet friends for coffee, so there! And even if it is ten below zero, I'm going to church and to brunch, so take that!

Takk for alt,

Al


Asked if the picture posted two days ago, as an expansion of The Little House, was the Norwegian Palace the answer was "no." This is the Norwegian Palace. When Joanne and her folks were founding the American Church  in Oslo (1958-60) they worshiped in the Palace Chapel. 

Thursday, January 16, 2025

Apple Pie anyone?

    All that commotion about pie and cheese made me hungry for apple pie. A meal in the dining room of the OFH is very complete. It includes a starter; soup, salad or fruit. The entrée has a side of vegetables. To finish there is a dessert of the day, which sometimes is apple pie and can include ice cream. Ice cream is always available as are large cookies, my favorite is macadamia nut. A wide selection of beverages is also available. Food portions are moderate size which is appropriate for old folks. A meal such as this is $15.00, the cost added to our monthly bill. For less one could have soup and salad, for example.  

   Living the good life with a bit of humor in the OFH.  Occasionally the site administrator will email inmates with issues of concern. This was the gist of today's epistle.   "SMOKING AND CANNABIS 

All PHS communities are smoke-free. This policy prohibits smoking of any kind (including, but not limited to vaping, e-cigarettes, and cannabis products) in any area of the building or grounds, including your apartment, parking garage (inside or outside of your vehicle), balcony or patio by you or your visitors. Possession of cannabis products by Minnesota residents is strictly limited to only what is permissible by state law. Cannabis products may not be consumed, displayed or handled outside a resident’s own enclosed private living unit."

If a resident, or a guest under their responsibility, is found not complying with this policy, this could be grounds for a lease violation. "

   Now the inmates are in a tizzy wondering 'Who was smoking pot?'  'Are they going to search our apartments for gummy bears?  Oh, the anxiety!

Takk for alt,

Al


   The Little House on the Prairie has been upsized.

Wednesday, January 15, 2025

Received this email realtive to cheese and pie

 Here’s what artificial intelligence says:

“Apple pie without the cheese is like a hug without the squeeze” is a humorous saying that compares the experience of eating apple pie without cheese to a hug without a squeeze. The saying is meant to highlight that something is missing from the experience. [1

Explanation [23

The saying may have originated in Yorkshire, England, where apple pie was traditionally served with Wensleydale cheese. The tradition spread to New England and the Midwest when settlers brought the idea with them. [234

The tradition of serving apple pie with cheese may have started in the 17th century when dairy-based sauces were added to pies. Cheese was a readily available supplement to apple pies, which were often bland before the Red Delicious apple was created in the late 19th century. [3

Some cheeses that pair well with apple pie include: Wensleydale, Roquefort, Cheshire, Gruyère, and Sharp cheddar. [2


Well then?

Al

Vindicated!

      It doesn't have to be a matter of life or death or a serious matter, one likes to be vindicated even in the trivial. Yes, vindicated! This requires a bit of context.
      For many years Charlie, my son's father-in-law, my daughter-in-law's father, my granddaughters' other grandfather, you get the idea, came from N.J. to hunt pheasants with me. He'd fly to Minneapolis and then we'd drive together to The Little House On The Prairie. 
     On one of the earlier trips as we drove down highway 169 south of Jordon we stopped at that garish yellow building. You know the one that preceded by a half mile of yellow picket fence with a sign proclaiming Minnesota's Largest Candy Shop or maybe The World's Largest Candy Shot. If you've ever driven that section of 169 you know it.
     Inside the shop we bought an apple pic just out of the oven, the shop has its own pie baker. When it was time to sample the pie in The Little House, I cut slices. With Charlie's slice I offered a slice of cheddar cheese. "Cheddar cheese," Charlie said "no one eats cheddar cheese with apple pie!" Dumbfounded I said "I thought everyone did."  He'd never heard of such a thing but it was common in my family.
      Relatively recently the subject of cheese on pie came up in conversation. The upshot was that we must have a peculiar family. EURKA!!!  While reading a novel about immigrants preparing to leave Norway for America a large family picnic is held. Kristi, age twelve is the narrator and she says "mother always wants to have a slice of cheese on the pie." Vindicated, it's not just our family, it's a cultural practice Never mind that it's Gjetost on cloudberry. Cheese on pie came with my grandparents from Norway to America! So there! take that!

Takk for alt,

Al


With a little tractor like this Farmall B, my father farmed from 1941 until 1948, when he bought a slightly larger one. He succeed by spending countless hours on it.

Tuesday, January 14, 2025

A Nice Surprise

     When that cache` of books arrived from MJV I expected The Backyard Bird Chronicles by Amy Tan to be moderately interesting. That was to underestimate both MJV and Tan. Likely Tan is known to you both as an accomplished author. Perhaps it should not be surprising that her diary of backyard  birdwatching should be engaging. Seeing that it's a #1 New York Times Best Seller gives me hope that it will turn more persons into birdwatchers. 

    Her diary entries are accompanied by her sketches of the birds she writes about. Tan definitely has artistic talent. In addition to being a best selling author she's also a neurosurgeon. Her house in Sausalito, CA, just across the Golden Gate Bridge from San Francisco, has a backyard well suited to birdwatching. She reveals much of herself in the diary entries coming across as a warm human who is not full of herself. One of my favorite authors, Ann Patchett writes "Much great writing comes from great interest, and in The Backyard Bird Chronicles, Amy Tan shows us how the world fascinates her, especially the birds. The result is both unexpected and spectacular."  AMEN!

Takk for alt,

Al







Monday, January 13, 2025

My Dad!

    Writing about shoveling yesterday brought to mind another shovel story connected to my Dad. One of the anomalies in Dad's life was  the difference between his relationship to cars and tractors. His first car was a 1914 Overland. It must have been one of the first cars in Sinai Township. Roads were mostly dirt tracks and few of them were even graded. Tires were so unreliable that drivers often had to stop and patch them. Dad never wanted to be late, a trait I inherited, and his reason for leaving early always was "We might have a flat tire." This was said even after tires became very reliable. How many automobiles were present in Brookings County in 1915? Hang in there and the shovel will come in a bit.

    So, if Dad bought his first car in 1914, would you suppose he purchased a tractor early? Nope, he didn't buy a tractor until 1941. By that time he was on his third car and year from his fourth. His second car was a 1919 Buick Roadster, the third a 1928 Model A Ford, which they drove to Washington, D.C., and South Carolina on their honeymoon, and in 1942 he bought a 1942 Chevrolet Fleetline. Why wait so long to buy a tractor after buying a car. Part of it might have been that he was the family horse expert.

    Now, let's shovel. The 1941 tractor was not equipped with hydraulics and consequently wasn't much use in snow removal. The next tractor didn't arrive until 1948, and even though it had hydraulics it didn't have loader useful for moving snow. So, there we were moving snow by shoveling. The shovels were steel, so long lived, but heavy. Often the shovel weighed more than the snow. This was long before plastic shovels. But, lightweight aluminum shovels were available. When he resisted buying one I gifted him one.😀 No self serving in that gift!

   An entire blog could be devoted to the frequency in which a giver is served by the gift given. Someone else can write that.

Takk for alt,

Al


A 1942 Chevrolet Fleetline

Sunday, January 12, 2025

Shoveling...

    The current moderate snowfalls have given me the opportunity to do a bit of shoveling, No, not at the OFH. Shoveling was a big part of my youth, corn, oats, barley, flax and especially snow required shovels. The farm was only rudimentally mechanized. Mechanical snow removal didn't arrive until my brother became the farmer.

   U.S. Highway 81, was the west border of the farm. The driveway from highway to farmyard was longish. It climbed a hill and then wound through the grove of trees grandpa planted. Northwest winds would drift snow into the yard. To clear a car path out of the yard required shoveling. The four of us, Dad and his three sons, could move much snow.

   The winter of 1948-49 defeated efforts to keep the car in the yard. Dad's 1942 Chevy was parked at the highway. No matter how cold it always started. Highway 81, was kept open. The township and county roads were an issue. The National Guard opened them with bulldozers. Walking to school the drifts were so deep we could step over telephone wires. Time to say winters are like they used to be?

Takk for alt,

Al


With good rains in May, June and July, the native grasses responded with lush growth. Evidence is this windrow of hay in July. 

Saturday, January 11, 2025

Never Doubt!

     In the cache of books MJV sent me one to which I reacted "Really?"  Being in possession of many appealing books to read next posses a dilemma. Which should be next? Thinking I should at least look at the one to which I reacted "Really?' I picked up intending to  read just the introduction. Before putting it down I'd read fifty pages. Engaged? Certainly, even if surprisingly!

    The lesson here, relearned, is 'never doubt MJV!'  Ed, chances are you've known this for a long time. So thanks, MJV, now I know the entire cache is engaging! 😀 

Takk for alt,

Al

This tall Chinese Elm stood behind my shop. Fortunately it was removed before the 90 mph derecho struck. Surprisingly it had a double trunk which, though so proximate it seemed one, was only connected at the base. Surrounded by power lines if had blown down it would have created havoc. 

Friday, January 10, 2025

Case in point!

     The terrible fires around L. A. are a case in point  serving to illustrate this book's thesis. Fire Weather: A True Story From A Hotter World, John Vaillant, argues effectively that our hotter world due to climate change intensifies and increases the number of disastrous fires. Just as I concluded the book the news fills with reports and pictures from the fires around L. A. 

   Much of the book's focus is on the fire that devastated Fort McMurray, Alberta, Canada, beginning early May 2016 and burning for a year. Fort McMurray is far north in Alberta, sub-artic region that grew to a population to 90,000. Bulldozed into the forest its reason for existence is the extraction of oil from bitumen, think tar sands. The extraction is so difficult that it's only profitable when oil is at least $50.00 a barrel.  

  The book is highly researched regarding the nature and characteristics of fire. For example Underwriter Laboratories studied the combustion of two living rooms. One was traditionally furnished prior to the use of petrochemicals in home furnishings. The other was furnished as one would be today. In both a fire was started via a candle on a couch. The traditionally furnished room very slowly ignited but was safe for occupancy for a considerable time. The modern room? It was a full conflagration in about ten minutes.

   Vaillant gives considerable time in the book to reporting the experiences of Fort McMurray residents before, during and after the fire. Whole houses would be totally consumed by the fire in five minutes. Trying to contain the blaze workers bulldozed many houses to create firebreaks and then soaked the ruins with water. In some cases it stopped the fire's advance.     

   Just read the book. Ever thought about the fact that fire is the only entity that gains energy going up hill?

Takk for alt,

Al



Thursday, January 9, 2025

Travel Tales

       There are a group of friends currently traveling in Cambodia with whom I have a connection. Consequently I receive travel updates and pictures from this group. This brings to mind my experience when returning from international travel. When meeting an acquaintance the first time after returning the conversation would often flow along these lines. "How was your trip?" "Fine." "How was the weather?" "Hot." "How was the food?" "Spicy." Then the conversational subject would move to another topic.

   Now I'm not advocating for a return to the old fashion slide shows which trapped persons in endless pictures of buildings, etc. Perhaps persons with little travel experience are at a loss. So, here are some questions that elicit more than a one word reply. 'Did anything funny happen on the trip?' 'What surprised you?' 'Was there an impressive sight?'  You get the idea. This assumes, of course, genuine interest.

   In a similar vein (Did you hear about the red corpuscle that lived its life in vein?) I'll occasionally drop a reference to a foreign experience in conversation. For example I might say "...when I was in Laos..."  Almost never does anyone say in reply "Tell me about being in Laos?" Or "What were you doing there?" Actually, I had some interesting experiences in Laos. But, perhaps it comes back to me being boring. 😀

Takk for alt,

Al


Angkor Wat, Cambodia, is the largest religious structure in the world. The first time I visited, which was in the mid-90s, there was almost no one there.

Wednesday, January 8, 2025

Helicopters

     Attending the OFH Veteran's Coffee the other day the question about the nature of riding in a helicopter came up. The helicopters picture below are the ones in which we rode. The ride was smooth but very loud. These pictures are on, or above the deck, of the USS Princeton. It had been converted from carrying fixed wing aircraft. 

   In addition to these Sikorsky helicopters the ship also carried twin rotor helicopters used for reconnaissance. These were small two seaters with twin rotors on shafts angled from the body. The rotors rotated in opposite directions so a tail rotor was not necessary. Unfortunately I don't have a picture of them. There were also Piper Cubs aboard that also were used for reconnaissance. 

Takk for alt,

Al





Tuesday, January 7, 2025

Personal History

     College choices weren't much on the table in my home while I was in in high school. The unspoken assumption was that we'd, the three boys, attend college. Also assumed that meant South Dakota State College, Brookings, about 25 miles from the farm. The first year I lived in a dormitory on campus. The second year was more interesting.

   Reuben and Doris were a young couple from Sinai who lived a block from campus. They'd been Luther League advisors in Sinai when I was in 9th grace. They converted the basement of their little house into a virtual dormitory. Into that small space moved six college student. Four of us were from Sinai but it's the other two of this focus.

   Though the same age, Larry was Jim's uncle. They were both Marine vets. See where this is going? Well maybe... All Marine's are eligible for combat duty so are trained in infantry techniques. Yet, many have other occupational specialties. Both Larry and Jim spent their Marine years on 'sea duty'. Larger Navy ships have a contingent of Marines on board for ceremonial and security duties. They were advocates of this service.

   Upon completing boot camp we could request sea duty, which I did. Sea Duty is classified as infantry so when I was not chosen I was assigned as an infantryman to a rifle company. Ed, who did not request sea duty, was given the occupational specialty of office clerk. When we were assigned to the same company Ed told the first sergeant, with whom Ed officed, that I'd be good clerk. That's how we ended up in the same office and worked together until my discharge. Yes, much better duty than infantry. Thanks Ed!👍

Takk for alt,

Al


                          Ed pictured last fall wearing the Marines cap I gave him.



Monday, January 6, 2025

Affirmation!

    Aren't affirmations nice?  Sometime after Joanne's death, but several years ago, Stan and Janet, acquaintances from church, invited me to dinner. They live only a few blocks from the OFH in a condominium. Seeing them at church they'd ask about the OFH because they often drive by it.. Now, that I'm resident in it for a spell they came over for lunch and a tour.

   They are younger than I, isn't everyone?, and they are beginning to think about relocating to an OFH. With this place in their neighborhood they were very interested. After lunch we visited my apartment and I toured them around the building. At numerous points in the tour Stan said, "this is better than what we've seen in other facilities we've visited."  It felt very affirming.

   It was a reminder of how fortunate I am to be here. Four years ago when I began thinking about relocating I visited a lovely facility. A family member learning that place had a ten year waiting list wondered if that was helpful time frame for me. The tour guide of that facility told me about this place which was newly  built.  When we visited the apartment I now occupy was one of only two left available. Without further ado I took it, and I'm glad, and am grateful. Tomorrow it will be three years since I came here to live, at least for the winters. 😀

Takk for alt,

Al



Well now isn't this scenic? It's the barracks at Camp Hansen, Okinawa where Ed and I lived.  If you take this picture to Starbucks with a ten dollar bill you can get a cup of coffee!

Sunday, January 5, 2025

Too Emotional!

      Neither of you perhaps think that I'm too emotional. That's not an accusation I've often faced. True confession is that with "my" sport teams I can be too emotional. Years ago, think Fran Tarkenton days, I was a rabid Vikings fan. Of course this was long before technology allowed fans to replay games. It finally dawned on me that I was seriously over-invested. So, I quit football, cold turkey.

     There are still two teams I "own" and in which I get quite invested. They are both women's basketball teams. One is the Lynx, Minnesota's team in the WNBA. They are on break until May. The other is the University Of Minnesota Women's Basketball team.  Due to my over-investment, and emotional involvement, typically I stream the replays. That allows me to watch with less emotion. It also has the advantage of allowing  instant replays at my pleasure plus the ability to speed through time outs, free throw shootings, etc. The replay takes about half the time as watching live.

  So how is Minnesota doing? They were 9-0, in pre-season games, but, against lesser opponents. Now in league play in the Big Ten they are 4-1. They lost to NB and have beaten Penn State, WI, and today, IL. It will be fun to replay today's game when it's posted.

Takk for alt,

Al

PS Yes, Michelene I'm fine, just inert! 😀



   A riverboat going up the Mississippi River, viewed from our restaurant in East Moline, IL.

Saturday, January 4, 2025

Another day...

    This is another day without an original thought. Like the old adage "better to keep quiet and let people thin you are foolish than speak up and prove it."  So I'll post a random picture and report that I'm alive and well.

Takk for alt,

Al


The steps to the Acropolis, Athens, Greece, 2023, we were not alone! 

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Friday, January 3, 2025

Reader?

    Out of the blue in the last few days four gift books have arrived. They all look very interesting. It almost seems that some perceive me as a reader.😀 Okay, I'll accept that. It's gratifying to be the recipient of such largess.

    There's a memory from my childhood that sticks fondly in my mind. Life growing up on the farm had a predictable daily rhythm.  Typically the day began at 6:00, perhaps why I've arisen at that time for the last 50? years, and ended at 10:00. While Mother started the cookstove and got breakfast ready the guys milked the cows, fed the calves, etc. The end of the day had it's rhythm, too. Supper was at 6:00 and afterward, while Mom and Sister did the dishes the guys did the milking again.

   Now for the point to which I'm leading. After the supper and barn chores were done, what did Mom and Dad do? Most often they were seated in rocking chairs, on opposite sides of the dining room table, reading. The reading habits I've acquired had a positive childhood model. When I was guest in childhood playmate's homes I was struck by the absence of reading material. My parents gave me many gifts and this habit is a fine one for which I'm grateful to them. 

   One more thought about reading. My secondary education was quite weak. A reading habit acquired early in life helped to compensate for what was lacking in school.

Takk for alt,

Al

 

                          Joanne and I with my parents on my college graduation day.

Thursday, January 2, 2025

Quiet Time

    This is one of those days without an original thought. Just living the easy life in the OFH. Need to post something so you both know that all's well. Perhaps a random picture will suffice.

Takk for alt,

Al


In the shop of the instrument maker on the island of Crete. He's made all the instruments hanging on the wall. 2023

Wednesday, January 1, 2025

Winner, Pulitzer Prize

   Indeed the book was the winner of the Pulitzer but it's a while ago. Published in 2008, now I finally read it. Olive Kitteridge is a character that shows up in Elizabeth Strout's novels, and it's the title of the Pulitzer winner. The book consists of thirteen short stories in all of which Olive appears. In some stories she's a major player, in others a minor character. 

  Olive is a curmudgeon. In Enneagram parlance she's an "unredeemed eight". Blunt, crochety often wise and sometimes she's blindingly un-self aware. All of the stories are poignant and the book cover accurately states it "...offers profound insights into the human condition--its conflicts, its tragedies and joys, and the endurance it requires." Having read several of Strout's books, all of which I've appreciated, it was good to add this to the list. Recommended for readers interested in human dynamics...

Takk for alt,

Al

PS. OFH party report: It was a smaller crowd than last year at the New Year's party. There were 4 interesting persons with me at my table, all of whom I knew. There was also the opportunity to meet others whom I didn't know. Two hours was my limit, full people bladder, and that was the perfect time to exit as parlor games were about to begin. I'm not allowed to play parlor games.😀  


                              On the Island of Santorini, 2023.