#864 – Dick Bernard: "We all do better when we all do better"

Willard Munger and Elmer L. Andersen, April 22, 1998, Willard Munger Environmental Award

Willard Munger and Elmer L. Andersen, April 22, 1998, Willard Munger Environmental Award


Saturday was a day for Politics in my community in Minnesota.
Four hours at midday was spent at the local Senate District Convention (DFL – Democratic Farmer Labor party), at which we listened to and endorsed candidates for state representatives; where we approved the resolutions to be passed on to the next level; and where a succession of candidates for assorted state or national office dropped by in the semi-annual whirlwind of seeking election in the fall.
Those who were there as delegates, yesterday, had participated in the Precinct Caucuses in February.
Running for office is a daunting task; Election to, and serving in, office is very, very hard work.
Many like to kick around “politicians” and “politics”, but even the most negative cynics would regret it very quickly if their fantasies were realized: that politicians and taxes and government just went away, slowly drowned in a bathtub, as a premier government hater has declared publicly, and successfully, for many years.
In my district, I’m thankful that JoAnn Ward is running for reelection for State Legislature, and Kay Hendrikson is running for the seat in the other area legislative district in my town.
Saturday March 29 is when the 2014 election officially began for the DFL. Citizens play a huge role in party politics, whether they show up, or not. Individual votes (or non-votes, as the case might be), will make all the difference in the world in November. Yesterday we citizens in attendance elected our representatives to the Congressional District and State Convention levels.
Now the hard, daily work begins.
Saturday night, along with what appeared to be well over 2000 people, we attended the Third Annual Humphrey-Mondale dinner of the Minnesota DFL party. The program is here: Humphrey Mondale Mar 14001 It was extraordinarily well organized and very interesting.
I’m Democrat – that’s no secret. Since the beginning of this blog in 2009, I’ve declared that affiliation at right on this page.
But it’s no secret that the politician I interacted most with was Republican Governor and legislator and businessman Elmer L. Andersen. We had a rich relationship by letters for the past dozen years of his life. From him came 55 letters of varying length and topic, which means he received an equal number of letters from me.
We were friends. We agreed much more than we disagreed. Our aim was to communicate, not change each others minds. But simply talking with persons with other views is helpful to clarify and perhaps even change personal views. Elmer L knew that, and so did I.
Elmer L. was an old-school conservative but progressive Republican in the best tradition of Minnesota and national politics, and at the beginning of this post is a photo of him receiving an Environmental award from his friend and legislative state government colleague DFLer Willard Munger, of Duluth.
Last night, at the DFL program, Paul Austin received the Willard Munger Award.
Unfortunately, we’re not back in the good old days, where politicians of both parties engaged in the tussle of partisan politics, but in the end found ways to respect each other and to compromise. I cherish the memory of Mr. Andersen and Mr. Munger together that April day in 1998. One photo doesn’t catch their friendship as it showed that day.
Some day, perhaps, we’ll relearn the lesson that politics is less about take-no-prisoners war, with winners and losers, as it is a process of fairly representing the interests of all, to work with, not against, the other.
There is a long road to recover any semblance of “the old days”, which really existed up to the 1990s, state and nation. Today’s college age kids have lived their entire lives in a deliberately cynical political environment, where government is portrayed as near-evil by its enemies. It will take lots of work to recover.
Finally there’s that quote that is the subject of this post: “We all do better when we all do better”.
This quote is attributed to then-Sen. Paul Wellstone, at a 1999 meeting in St. Paul. It is true. If the least among us do better, so do the high and mighty. But the high and mighty are doing so obscenely well these days, that it is easy for far too many of them to forget that fact; that pay-back will come in some form, some day, in a most unpleasant way.
Here’s the oldest photo I have of Paul Wellstone, sometime before he ran for statewide office, probably in the early 1980s, perhaps in the 1970s. He was a great man.
Paul Wellstone in his early days.

Paul Wellstone in his early days.


And here’s a couple of photos from the 1998 DFL dinner, at which Al Franken, long before he was Sen. Franken, was dinner speaker. Many DFLers will recognize the persons in the photos.
Al Franken, at left, April, 1998, before the DFL dinner.  At right is Darrell Schmidt.

Al Franken, at left, April, 1998, before the DFL dinner. At right is Darrell Schmidt.


Orville Freeman, with son Mike, April, 1998, at DFL dinner.

Orville Freeman, with son Mike, April, 1998, at DFL dinner.


U.S. Senators Amy Klobuchar and Al Franken (MN) and Elizabeth Warren (MA) March 29, 2014

U.S. Senators Amy Klobuchar and Al Franken (MN) and Elizabeth Warren (MA) March 29, 2014


The 2014 election is about seven months away. Whatever your party, and whatever your attitude about contemporary political conversation, get engaged in all of the ways available to you.
Individual voters are the ones who in the end make the biggest difference.
You, yes YOU, will make the crucial difference this November.
UPDATE March 31, 2014: Overnight came a post about the influence of big money in politics, specifically focusing on casino magnate Sheldon Adelson. The post is worth a read. (“Just Above Sunset” is always worth reading, 6 days a week.)
2014 more than any other year in my lifetime, will be BIG MONEY against INDIVIDUAL VOTES. Sheldon Adelson can cast only a single vote on election day, as can I, so his strategy, and that of his fellows, has to be a focus on how to get ordinary people to work (vote) against their own interests.
It is richly ironic that Sheldon Adelson, among the biggest players in American conservative politics solely by virtue of his wealth, apparently made and makes most of his money off of gambling interests. Casinos never lose, though always attracting people who are sure that this time they’ll win.
Casinos are built on losers losses….
It all comes down to VOTES on election day in November.

#863 – Dick Bernard: An unintended re-learning about something I already knew: the Rapid Change in How We Communicate in Contemporary Society

POSTNOTE: The “work in progress” referred to below is complete as of April 13, 2014.
During the past few days I have been involved in a “headache” assignment, self-imposed, but still a headache.
For years I’ve had a very large notebook including 145 newsletters from a small, very low budget, but vibrant organization I was part of for over 20 years. The newsletters began in 1980, and ended at the end of 2001. I was editor of near 100 of the mostly 6 to 8 page documents, from 1985 till we decided to close down.
Last week, I spent a lot of hours converting about 1000 pages of content into pdf files at 96 dpi. Briefly, I re-saw over 20 years of a small organization as reflected in every one of its newsletter pages. It was exhausting, but very interesting. These newsletters are now on-line, but quietly, here, planned as an addendum to a future post “in progress”.
My involvement with newsletters goes back to being student editor of my college newspaper in 1960-61, and subsequent amateur newsletters for assorted groups.
Newsletter production by small groups of amateurs is no mystery to me.
What struck me with this batch of newsletters from 1980-2001 was how change in technology affected us. These were newsletters laid out by volunteers. All the printer did was print the copy (we had to use a real human print shop: this was before sophisticated copy machines).
For most of the history, the format was the old traditional “cut and paste” with typewritten text, typed on someones typewriter, perhaps adorned with some rudimentary art and press on lettering for headlines. (P. 5 CN 1-26001.) It wasn’t fancy, and it was time consuming.
In the end, for all of these years, the product was mailed to each members U.S. mailbox. It was read, and often saved. For a long while we had a sufficiently large circulation to send bulk rate, which saved on postage, but slowed receipt of the newsletters – just like today. But money was money then.
We were very limited in what we could do, then. In March 1982 the editor used a photograph, but it takes a close look to make out that what the photograph showed. (p. 52 CN 52-78003)
In May, 1985, came the first newsletter that utilized one of early versions of word processors, probably an early Apple. (p. 154 CN 140-170006)
It wasn’t until the 1990s that things like columns, and borders, and shading and the different sizes of type were first used, and they rapidly expanded.
It wasn’t until Jan-Feb 1999 that an e-mail address appeared in the newsletter.
We tend to forget how recent that now almost obsolete innovation came to the common folks.
In Jan-Feb 2000 a website was referred to for the first time. (p. 828 CN 792-829028.)
Of course, most of our readers did not do e-mail, even at the end, and relied on pieces of paper transmitted by U.S. mail to individual mailboxes.
Oh, what a change. Back then, I venture, none of us could have visualized todays cacophony of communication media. And this was not that long ago.
We’ve all experienced this.
I wonder what’s ahead in the next generation. We always think that things will be even better. There is a downside as well.
Someday, we might consider the good old cut and paste days to be something we wish we had again.`
* – If you wish to see these newsletters, go back to the March 24 post, the “Work in Progress” [now completed as “1000 pages…”]. All those pdf’s are there. The content that goes with them is still in preparation, for later.
POSTNOTE: Our newsletter died at the end of 2001, when we were doing our best work, utilizing better technology. Members were dying and in other ways just leaving. People we had relied on as readers were not computer literate and had no intention of becoming so. In a way, we represented the dilemma of contemporary society. We have not figured out how to bridge between the old and the new, and it is hurting us.

1000 Pages. 22 Years. Chez Nous and Nouvelles Villes Jumelles

“FAST FORWARD”: The link to Chez Nous and Nouvelles Villes Jumelles Index is Chez Nous NVJ 1979-2002 2 col Jul 8, 2016. The links to the pages of the newsletter are at the end of this page. A history of the newsletter and La Societe is Chez Nous & La Societe history June 25, 2016.
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Over a period of 22 years, a succession of volunteer editors recorded stories of the heritage and culture of the French and the Midwest in two newsletters, Chez Nous and Nouvelles Villes Jumelles.

Above (first line) is found the link to the index to the 155 issues, and access to pdf copies of every page of every newsletter – nearly 1000 pages in all.  IMPORTANT: When you find an article in this index which you wish to access, simply jot down the page number and return to this page, and click on the pertinent page range below. EXAMPLE: if the article is on page 87, click on page range 79-104 and when that opens, scroll down to page 87.
A commentary about the production of the 1979-2001 newsletters can be seen here.
Two tips:
1. Occasionally you may see something you wish to print. Near the upper right corner of each page is a handwritten number, usually in red, showing its page number within each file. This will make it possible for you to easily select the page(s) you wish to print, rather than having to print the entire file.
2. The index endeavors to group articles on similar topics. For instance, many people are interested in genealogy: check the index section headed “Genealogy”. Or “Recettes”, “Obituaries”, “France”….
ARCHIVES of the newsletters:
(Click on page range to access the pdf for the pages indicated)
CN – Chez Nous
NVJ – Nouvelles Villes Jumelles
CN 1-26001 CN Oct1979 – Mars81
CN 27-51002 CN Mai81 – Jan82
CNrev 52-78003 CN Mar82 – Jan83
CNrev2 79-104004 CN Mars83 – Oct83
CN 105-139005 CN Jan84 – Nov-Dec84
CNrev 140-170006 CN Jan-Fev85 – Nov-Dec85
CN -NVJ 171-211007 CN-NVJ Jan-Mar86 – Nov86-Jan87
NVJ 898-908001 NVJ Sep and Dec 86
NVJ 909-928002 NVJ Jan-Nov 87
CN -NVJ 212-249008 CN-NVJ Jan-Fev87 – Oct-Nov87
CN -NVJ 250-266009 CN-NVJ Dec-Jan88 – Avr-Mai88
CN -NVJ 267-291010 CN-NVJ Jui-Jui88 – Dec88-Jan89
CN -NVJ 292-309J011 CN-NVJ Fev-Mar89 – Jul89
CN -NVJ 310-327012 CN-NVJ Aou-Sep89 – Dec89-Jan90
CN -NVJ 328-339K013 CN-NVJ Fev-Mars90 – Jun90
CN -NVJ 340-375014 CN-NVJ Jui-Jui90 – Dec90-Jan91
CN -NVJ 376-402E015 CN-NVJ Jan-Fev91 – Mai-Jui91
CN -NVJ 403-430016 CN-NVJ Jui-Jui91 – Dec 91-Jan92
CN-NVJ 431-462018 CN-NVJ Jan-Fev92 – Jui-Jui92
CN-NVJ 463-504019 CN-NVJ Aou-Sep92 – Mai-Jui93
CN-NVJ 505-544020 CN-NVJ Jui-Aou93 – Mar-Avr94
CN-NVJ 545-577021 CN-NVJ Mai-Jui94 – Nov-Dec94
CN-NVJ 578-614022 CN-NVJ Jan-Fev95 – Sep-Oct95
CN-NVJ 615-649023 CN-NVJ Nov-Dec95 – Jui-Aou96
CN-NVJ 650-687024 CN-NVJ Sep-Oct96 – Mai-Jui97
CN-NVJ 688-725025 CN-NVJ Jui-Aou97 – Mar-Avr98
CN-NVJ 726-760026 CN-NVJ Mai-Jui98 – Jan-Fev99
CN-NVJ 761-791 20 yrs027 CN-NVJ Mar-Avr99 -Mai-Jui99
CN 792-829028 CN Jui-Aou99 – Jan-Fev2000
CN 830-861029 CN Mar-Avr00 – Nov-Dec00
CN 862-897030 CN Jan-Fev01 – Nov-Dec01

John Rivard, founder of La Societe Canadienne-Francaise du Minnesota. Undated, probably in the 1970s

John Rivard, founder of La Societe Canadienne-Francaise du Minnesota. Undated, probably in the 1970s

A few more photos of John Rivard, his role and his props! John Rivard ca 1970s001

Memorial Video 2005 (see link below)

Memorial Video 2005 (no longer available)

This post is part of the permanent record now being established through the French-American Heritage Foundation (FAHF), an organization founded in 2013 to continue the tradition of La Societe C-F and other similar groups.
You are encouraged to not only visit the FAHF site, and provide suggestions, comments and materials for use there, but also to share this site with others, and become a participating member yourself, financially and in other ways.

Now, enjoy the news as recorded below!
Dick Bernard, Woodbury MN
editor Chez Nous, 1985-2001 (98 of the issues) and former President of LSCF

#862 – Dick Bernard: An airliner vanishes, Stone Soup, House on Fire, and the 26th Nobel Peace Prize Forum, March 1, 7-9, 2014

UPDATE Mar 2, 2014: Video of all speeches referred to below should be accessible here.
Noon today is the first day of Spring in Minnesota. It’s been a long enough winter here.

Bicycles at the University of Minnesota Mar 8, 2014

Bicycles at the University of Minnesota Mar 8, 2014


It’s been about two weeks since the 26th Nobel Peace Prize Forum, convened at Augsburg College. “Crossing Boundaries to Create Common Ground” was the theme; purposely acknowledging and bringing together different voices, different points of view.
The format worked well. Mark your calendar for next years Forum, March 6-8, 2015.
Best as I can count, there were 37 different possibilities of workshops and speakers in the four days.
I attended 14 of the 1 1/2 hour sessions, beginning with the Dalai Lama on March 1. It was a phenomenal, exhausting, enriching four days. I’ve spent the time trying to distill my own impressions of over 30 hours into a brief recap. All the major talks likely will later be accessible on-line. If they do go on-line, they are all worth your time.
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It is also two weeks since Malaysia Airlines Flight 370 went missing early in the morning on March 7, 13 time zones east of here: Airline Mystery Mar 7 14001.
Two weeks later, this first day of spring, nobody knows anything for sure. What happened is speculation, including from “experts”.
Coincidentally, a few hours before Malaysia officially announced that Flight 370 was missing, I was at the Forum, among two or three hundred, listening to Ian Bremmer, an international consultant to the powerful on Eurasia, primarily, talking about shifts in international power relationships, the kinds of things we hear about in the news: China, Russia-Crimea-Ukraine*, etc.
Geopolitically, “times they are a’changin”.
That missing American airliner, piloted for a Malaysian airline by two experienced Malaysian pilots, carrying primarily Chinese passengers from Kuala Lumpur to Beijing, was probably a routine red-eye flight. Then it went missing. The world community, countries, volunteers, and others sprang into action to try to answer what might turn out to be unanswerable questions.
The search from the beginning has been a community activity – the entire world, literally, becoming the community.
Yes, there have been disagreements about most everything, and everybody has a theory, but what else is new? Such happens in every nuclear family, incessantly: “yes I did”, “no you didn’t”. Flight 370 is just on a much more massive scale, and it is remarkable to watch the world, literally, working together.
Our world is very different from the traditional sphere we grew up within; so is our nation. It is a difficult change for some to adjust to. I hope Bremmer’s talk remains on-line, or returns on-line soon, at the Peace Prize Forum website. For me, his talk will be worth a re-listen, and this time I’ll pay closer attention to his opinions, now, in relation to Flight 370 and what it means. (When he was talking, there had not yet been an announcement about the missing flight. That came several hours later.)
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Until 370 took center stage, what follows was the essence of my thinking about the just-completed Forum.
There was a general additional tone to the four days of the Forum that led me to think about the below photo of my then-near two year old grandson, Ryan, taken May 25, 2001.

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Ryan, May 25, 2001

Ryan, May 25, 2001


In sundry ways, at Augsburg, I picked up the message that we ordinary individuals are the ones who must be the change we wish to see in the world (Gandhi’s quote) and that small groups, as Margaret Mead liked to say, are the key to changing the world for better or for worse.
Liberian Laureate Leymah Gbowee’s keynote at the end of the Forum, March 9, brought things together nicely. Here was a 39 year old Liberian Mom thrust onto the world stage simply because she dared to make a difference in her home country in a time of political crisis. Her then-one year old was folded into her speech. Hers was a practical message, as I would interpret it: “folks, we’re all in this together.”
The day of national or personal omnipotence is past. We’re on this globe together; what happens there, has impact here, and vice versa. There are no boundaries: the internet; portability of disease…. It is a bewildering world for those accustomed to being in control.
There were, I heard, 3200 of us in the hall listening to Dalai Lama on March 1.
He talked, but it is the 3200 of us who have to translate his thoughts and his deeds into action, where we live, that will make a difference.
At the Crowdsourcing session, The classic “Stone Soup” was described…a kettle of water was brought to a boil, and some small stones were the first contributions to the “soup”.
Of course, stones are not edible, even boiled stones. One villager came and dropped in a few carrots, someone else brought beans, and after a while there was a soup for everyone, contributed by everybody…. (“Crowdsource” volunteers with computers and time are helping scour satellite photos of the Indian Ocean for some piece of evidence that may be out there, somewhere.)
Crowdsourcing uses everyone’s talents to get a handle on, and solve some problem or other.
In one of the keynote speeches, Dr. William Foege, one of those considered most responsible for eradicating smallpox as a world disease, talked about a crucial moment in developing a strategy for dealing with the disease in India.
The VIPs were in a community experiencing an outbreak of smallpox, and the discussion centered around whether to target immunize in areas with outbreaks, or blanket immunize entire populations.
A simple villager rose at the meeting, and said that in their village, if a house started on fire, each person would bring their bucket of water and throw it on the fire. It was just common sense. You deal with the fire….
It was a simple piece of village wisdom, made all the sense in the world to the important people there, and Dr. Foege titled his book, “House on Fire”.
Which leads back to that picture of my grandson with the basketball back in 2001.
Ryan obviously had a vision that day – he knew what that hoop was for; his Grandpa – me – had been shooting baskets in that same hoop.
All he needed was a few years, and the patience to grow up a little.
He’s now near 15, loves basketball, is not varsity calibre, but plays actively in the local athletic Association league. He’s fun to watch. He got seven points in one game this year, and he’s learned teamwork in the process: basketball is a great team sport.
#12 Feb 23, 2014

#12 Feb 23, 2014


So it is with us and our world.
We might not be on be on the varsity, but we can play our part, or we can at minimum participate by showing up in the stands. Together we make all the difference. But we have to show up.
In the end analysis, what world our kids inherit will depends on us.
Have a great Spring.
World at Peace Prize Festival at Augsburg College March 5, 2009

World at Peace Prize Festival at Augsburg College March 5, 2009


* – A long, interesting commentary on the Ukraine-Crimea-Russia issue is here.

#861 – Dick Bernard: A Nation of Immigrants. "Footprints in the Snow"

June, 1972

June, 1972


June 1972, with Joni and Tom

June 1972, with Joni and Tom


Today is St. Patrick’s Day. In a sense, everybody is Irish on this day (or the weekend preceding or following), for assorted reasons. Yesterday at Church was the annual moving rendition of “Danny Boy”. Here’s a recent version from New York City I saw on YouTube: “Danny Boy”. I don’t have a lick of Irish in me, but I wore green yesterday; today they’ll be serving green bagels at the bagel bakery next to my coffee shop…on the other end of the spectrum will be the buses taking patrons from pub to pub…a bad hangover in the offing for many who, like me, have not a lick of Irish in them….
We are definitely a nation of immigrants. Most of us of very mixed heritage. “Americans”.
And the stories are not all pleasant or nostalgic.
The Irish began to flood the U.S. in the 1840s, and the reason was they were being starved to death back home. Here’s Timothy Egan in yesterdays New York Times.
African Americans are descendants of “immigrants” – slaves of course, counted in our constitution as 60% of a person with no rights whatsoever, only as property value to their owner. Article I Section 2 of the U.S. Constitution makes this very clear early on when it defined persons: “Representatives and direct Taxes shall be apportioned among the several States which may be included within this Union, according to their respective Numbers, which shall be determined by adding to the whole Number of free Persons, including those bound to Service for a Term of Years, and excluding Indians not taxed, three fifths of all other Persons.”
“[A]ll other persons” equaled slaves, of course.
Of course, Indians were an entire other category – they didn’t count as persons at all (The Amherst Smallpox blankets, and such). Natives just didn’t count. As some would still say: “they lost the war. Get over it.”
Amendments 13, 14 and 15 to the U.S. Constitution, all from the 1860s, began to change the reality, but not very well, as we all know.
Some still fight these battles.
Back in November, 2013, an old guy who apparently hates President Obama, got in a little back-and-forth with me, including this gem: “The only reason [President Obama] was elected, was the fact that he is half black. You never hear him talk about being half white.”
Then there’s “Footprints in the Snow”, heading this post.
I’m half German, half-French-Canadian ancestry. Both sides Catholic, which remains my denomination of choice.
Saturday I had a conflict: I was chairing a still-forming organization to celebrate persons who are celebrating various aspects of French-American heritage at the exact same time I had planned to attend a program, “Tracks in the Snow”, sponsored by a group founded in early 2001, in the twin cities, IRG, the Islamic Resource Group.
I’ve enthusiastically supported IRG for several years – I think they serve an important role in helping build inter-cultural understanding.
Their program was very intriguing to me, and I had reserved to attend. It was about 20 minutes from my other meeting.
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But I had this conflict.
As the French-American group knows, I finally decided to preside at the first part of the meeting, and ask a colleague, Pierre, to take the last part. Such was agreed, and I managed to visit both.
The speaker at IRG was excellent, and at one point talked about the still-conflict in the interpretation of the word “American” in the United States. We are “Americans”, but as in the days of our founding, there are still these psychological barriers by some to accepting certain others as fully a part.
Enroute home I got to thinking about the title and the artwork for the IRG presentation. I remembered something similar from before.
Back in the 1980s and 1990s I had edited a little newsletter for and about French-Canadians in the Twin Cities, and still have the 1000 or so pages, indexed and organized.
It was easy to find the article, “Footprints in the Snow”, and it is presented here for any who wish to read it: Footprints 1986001*
One program talked about Moslems in America since 1880; another about the French-Canadians in America.
I see some similarities.
Have a good St. Patricks Day.
Here’s to understanding, not enmity amongst peoples.
* – (Betty Morency Hudelson did the art work for Footprints in the Snow. She lived on the Mesabi Iron Range in northern Minnesota. Dr. Benoit, who commented on the article, remains a primary authority on the French-Canadian presence in the Midwest, still a resident of Red Lake Falls MN; Dan Gendreau lived in Blaine MN.)
POSTNOTE: Today is 11th anniversary of the beginning of the Iraq War. Yesterday came an interesting transcript from 11 years ago. You can read it here.
There are still some who think we “won” that war, or at minimum, we should keep at completing the win….

#860 – Dick Bernard: A "Charter for Compassion". The "rubber hits the road".

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Mastery October 2003, William front and center

Mastery October 2003, William front and center


Sometimes fragments of life intersect for all of us, and are an opportunity to relearn, or learn for the first time. Here’s a personal example. Perhaps you might think of one or more of your own….
This post begins with an e-mail ‘thread’ a week ago today, about something called the Charter for Compassion, which I’d not heard of. The entire thread, which is not too long, is here, if you wish: Charter of Compassion March 2014Rev Reference is made to a “handout on the golden rule” from Janet McTavish of Duluth area. That is here: Golden Rule – McTavish001
Life goes on.
Then came yesterday.
In the afternoon I suggested to Cathy that we make our usual Lenten trip over to the famous Lenten Friday Fish Dinner in the church basement of St. Albert the Great Catholic Church in south Minneapolis. We went, near beginning time of 4:30. Already the place was packed, and we were in group D, waiting our turn, entertained in the sanctuary by an excellent pianist.
As always, the fish dinner was a great event, the usual simple fare of such church dinners, but with all the energy a gathering of diverse people can generate, just by their presence. Each time – yesterday was no different – we “run into” people we know who, like us, just show up to be part of the community.
One leaves St. Albert’s Fish Dinner energized. It has that way about it.
But this particular day, I made a fateful choice for earlier the same afternoon. I said I was going to go over to visit William at the Nursing Home. It had been six months since our last visit – you know how these things go – and I was feeling very guilty, and not even sure that he was still there. I called his number, and there was no answer. I called the home, and “yes” he was, so at about 2 p.m. I made the half hour trip across the city, reflecting, rehearsing, how this “Prodigal Son” might reenter an important relationship….
Who is William?
I didn’t meet him till the summer of 2002, when he helped convince me to enroll in a workshop of the Mastery Foundation at an area Retreat Center. He was a nice guy, early 70s (a couple of years less than my present age), a retired Methodist minister.
I went and was enriched. There are three photos from 2002: one at the beginning, and the other two at the end of this post. (I’m at left, kneeling, in second row of the top photo.)
A year or so later, William, myself and a lady who’d been in a later workshop, met and decided to try to meet once a month just for coffee, and a tradition began which went on for a long and satisfying time. As such things go, gaps began to occur in our meetings; one or another would miss from time to time; sometimes more than a month went by. William had to stop driving, which further complicated matters, and then he ended up in the nursing home after collapsing at church one Sunday.
I went to visit him a couple of times but then, “radio silence”, till yesterday.
I’d guess, reader, you’ve “been there, done that”, sometime. As time passes, reunion becomes more and more difficult. “How can I do this?”
It is just how it is.
William was in the same room as before. His roommate had fallen right before I got to the door, and couldn’t get up. An orderly was entering the same time I did, and helped the helpless roommate.
William seemed asleep, a shadow of the man I last saw six months ago, and he was slight, then. Pictures of family were above his bed (unfortunately, behind him, not where he could see them).
One notices such things.
I went to the desk, got a piece of paper, and wrote a note, saying I’d come back. I have to admit feeling relieved that I wouldn’t have to encounter myself, to him, in person, just then.
But when I went back, he was awake, and we reconnected in the tentative and awkward way such things happen. An attendant raised the bed a bit at his request.
He’s 86 now. No dreams of ever moving to assisted living with his spouse, Fran, as they hoped would be true six months ago.
I said I had a picture of him from 2002, and he said he’d like that, “just a 4×6”, he said. It’s at the beginning of this post, you’re looking at it; I’ll give him the other two, below, as well: of him, as MC at the closing dinner that year, and of Fran and two other assistants at the workshop.
We shook hands, once, twice, and then, a third time…and I was on my way.
Compassion begins with small steps, and isn’t dramatic.
You don’t need a Charter, I guess, or a dramatic highly public Resolution to care. Compassion can be very hard, and has to be re-learned, again and again and again, one person, one action at a time. And maybe that’s why I’m writing this, today. Maybe, some day, I’ll be gifted with compassion from someone else, when I need it….
Fran (at left) and other assistants Oct 23, 2002

Fran (at left) and other assistants Oct 23, 2002


William, MC at closing dinner October 23, 2002

William, MC at closing dinner October 23, 2002


Oct 23, 2002

Oct 23, 2002

#859 – Dick Bernard: Today the third one of us is 70!

Happy birthday, Flo!
Brother Frank, on deck for this age, with one to go – John – sent a short e-mail: “boy, we sure are getting old!”.
But Flo will probably be happy to see this post. At least her brother, me, remembered. This year I don’t need to be reminded a few days later…if I’m lucky, our card will reach her today. Most likely it won’t, since I only mailed it yesterday.
Oh well, at least I sent it in beforehand.
I’m the keeper of the family photos, and in the Henry and Esther Bernard box is a manila envelope labelled, simply, “5 kids”. There are quite a few photos in that envelope, from 1948 when the youngest was born; to 1997, when Dad died.
Here’s my favorite of the bunch: (the birthday girl is at right; yours truly, then 16, probably took the photo).
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At Anoka MN, summer 1956, from left: Henry, Frank, John, Esther, Mary Ann and Florence Bernard.

At Anoka MN, summer 1956, from left: Henry, Frank, John, Esther, Mary Ann and Florence Bernard.


The day of the photo Dad would have been 48, Mom was 46. Need I say more?
This particular day we were enroute down U.S. Highway 10 in Mom and Dad’s 1951 grey Plymouth Suburban, one of the earlier station wagons. It was the second family car in my time on earth. The earlier one was a 1936 Ford. New family cars weren’t rushed in those years.
We were driving from Antelope, about a half dozen miles northwest of Mooreton ND, to Broadview IL, west suburban Chicago, to visit Mom’s kid brother, Art, wife Eileen, and new son, John. Our stop, probably for a picnic lunch, was in then-almost rural Anoka, a place with a long history in Minnesota, at the junction of the Mississippi and Rum Rivers about 20 country miles northwest of downtown Minneapolis.
That was a long trip; mapquest says 618 miles today, 10 hours. But today most of that is I-94 or I-90. Then it was a very long trip, seldom taken, on two-lane paved roads that went right through towns and cities. Most of the first half of the trip, then, would have been on U.S. 10; thence on U.S. 12 to Chicago.
At the time of the photo, I was a couple of months into my Drivers License years, so I was probably behind the wheel a lot of the time on that trip. The rest of the scrum was vying for “window front”, or “window back”, three in the front, four in the back. No seat belts, no air bags, no air conditioner (except open windows), ‘stick shift’, plenty of time to try to practice survival skills of minimal neighborliness in the confines of the vehicle. Restaurants didn’t see much of our money on those trips. They were an extravagance.
I seem to remember we got to Broadview pretty late at night, or maybe that was the trip where we were “mooching relatives” at Mom’s cousins place, the Langkamps, in Rockford IL. (We took two trips to Chicago – the other one was the previous year when uncle and aunt had just moved to Chicago-land from Ft. Wayne IN. Both trips we saw the Chicago Cubs. One year they played the Pittsburgh Pirates, the other the New York Giants. In both years, the teams were cellar dwellers, sharing 7th or 8th in the standings, but that made no difference. Wrigley Field was a big, big deal for we kids from North Dakota!
Life went on.
Little did we know that day at Anoka in 1956 that in July, 1965, I would sign a teaching contract in Anoka, in the very school Garrison Keillor had graduated from a few short years earlier. Nor that Flo, on return from the Peace Corps in 1968, would teach one year in the Anoka Junior High School Keillor had attended, before working for Anoka County Home Extension Service (or so I recall).
The memories go on and on, of course. Here’s a tiny “family album” from amongst that envelope of photos: Bernard mini-Album001.
And here’s one from 1966, in, probably, the Palo Alto CA area, where Mary Ann was a Nurse at Stanford, and Flo was about to head for Peace Corps Training. I won’t take responsibility for this photo as I was back at Normal IL, at the UofI at Normal, for summer school. In those days, you didn’t know what you had on the photo till the negatives were developed. Then, you took what you got.
Summer 1966 California, from left: Mary Ann, Esther, John, Florence, Frank, my son Tom, Henry Bernard

Summer 1966 California, from left: Mary Ann, Esther, John, Florence, Frank, my son Tom, Henry Bernard


Happy Birthday, Flo!

#858 – Anne Dunn: Climate Change. Beyond Debate.

Anne, who has contributed her own writings to this blog several times, comments here on an important issue:
My mother told me a story (not a dream) about an elder who traveled through time. He could go forward or backward. He did this while in a deep sleep. He was probably comatose because he would have to arrange for trusted people to take care of his body while he was gone.
They kept his body, hydrated, clean, fed and safe until he returned and awakened. Then he would tell the people where he had gone and what he had seen. I’m sure it was quite exciting for these people to have such a gifted seer among them.
Then it happened when he had been gone for an extended period that he returned, but refused to talk about where he had been or what he had seen. In fact, he did not time-travel again.
After he had grown old he prepared to die, but called trusted loved ones to his side and told them about the future he had seen. He said he had traveled forward into the “winter of the two suns” (not sundogs). Perhaps he said more, but my mother had no more to tell me.
As the years went by I wondered about the story and the images his words raised. I found them stunning, but puzzling.
However, we are now in a time of unprecedented global warming and I have begun to think that this could be the age the man witnessed. He may have gone even farther into our future and seen the catastrophic conditions brought on by climate change.
Scientists have been warning us for several years that we are approaching the point of no return. In fact, some are telling us that we have already tipped the scale of opportunity. But they were the proverbial voices crying in the wilderness. In spite of the fact that 95-98% of scientists support the findings, a host of naysayers were up in arms. They have created the climate change denial industry. They believe that boldly repeating the loud corporate lies of their wealthy overlords is the best way to secure their short-sighted goals.
Several months ago Congress passed a bill acknowledging that climate change is happening and sea levels are rising and immediate action is required. Sec. of State John Kerry recently called climate change the “world’s most fearsome” weapon of mass destruction. Even Obama is on the bandwagon again.
I have been told that there are eight signs of hope for our island home in endless space. It’s not too late because: we know how to engineer zero carbon buildings; we are entering the age of the electric car; we are using more renewable energy (less coal); states are showing it is possible to cut carbons and create jobs; cities are taking action; the world is ready to take action; China wants to join the campaign for clean energy; renewable energy is on the RISE!
The US and China are the world’s largest emitters of greenhouse gases. They are ready to cooperate! Together they have said they recognize the need for action “in the light of overwhelming scientific consensus on climate change and its worsening impacts, and the related issue of air pollution from burning fossil fuels.”
These two huge nations agree to implement five initiatives that will include: emission reductions from heavy duty and other vehicles; smart grids; carbon capture and storage; collecting and managing greenhouse gas emissions data; and energy efficiency in building and industry. Well, it’s a step in the right direction.
Climate change is a danger to all. We must wake up and take action. We must join the war for the recovery and survival of earth. Lives depend on it. We cannot abandon the future of life on earth. We must reverse carbon pollution now. Will we heed the voice of wisdom or plunge into further global degradation?
In this devastating war against humanity and other forms of life the rich are on the warpath. They want what they have always wanted. MORE, MORE and MORE! Their greed is insatiable. They have no regard for anything that gets in the way of their power-based-on-wealth. With their great fortunes they have nearly co-opted our government.
There are those who believe we are no longer a democracy but an oligarchy. Eighty percent of all new income goes to the top. It is no accident that the middle class is in a state of collapse and poverty is on the increase. It has been orchestrated to benefit the wealthy and feed their greed.
I have been told that President James Madison once said that political factions are based on property. The ballot has no power if elected leaders have no moral obligation to represent the voters.
We have some warriors in DC, but not enough. We are not sure if those who speak for the earth are ready to join the battle. We know that words are cheap at the national capital, promises are casually made and easily broken. How do Minnesotans stack up in DC?
Sen. Al Franken has issued a statement indicating his agreement with the facts. “The overwhelming majority of scientists agree that climate change is real and that steps must be taken to address the threat to public health, our economy and our national security posed by pollution that destroys our lungs and our environment.” He urges Congress to address this global challenge.
Rep. Rick Nolan acknowledges the grim situation, “The science is clear. The globe is getting warmer, the seas are rising, storms are becoming more frequent and intense, and the cost in dollars and lives and damage is staggering.”
Sen. Amy Klobuchar has issued a long and detailed statement of the situation. Her best words are, “We must commit ourselves to protecting our environment and preserving our natural resources for generations to come.”
Chief Seattle once said, “Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.”
It’s taken a long time but the world is coming around to the old truths spoken by the earth-based indigenous tribal peoples of Earth.

#857 – Dick Bernard: Final Day of 2014 Nobel Peace Prize Forum at Augsburg College.

Dates for the 2015 Nobel Peace Prize Forum: March 6-8, 2015
Posts for previous days accessible here.
Today’s short and final session of the 2014 Forum was very interesting, beginning with a debate about the success or failure of the 113-year Nobel Peace Prize Forum, and ending with a very stimulating talk by 2011 Nobel Laureate Laymah Gbowee of Liberia.
In between was the final series of breakouts. My choice from among seven options was a well attended session, “Nonviolent Resistance: Still Relevant?” with Dr. Mary Elizabeth King of the University for Peace. Dr. King’s website is here. Her activism began in the Civil Rights days of the late 1950s and early 1960s.
As with previous days, today’s debate about the relevance of the Peace Prize as well as Ms Gbowee’s Laureate address are accessible on line. You can view them here.

Laymah Gbowee, March 9, 2014

Laymah Gbowee, March 9, 2014


Ms Gbowee’s talk, and her answers in the following question and answer session, were particularly powerful and revealing, much different than I recall the focus of presentation of F.W. deKlerk on the same stage two years ago. The difference, perhaps, is more due to the fact that deKlerk, when he won his award with Nelson Mandela, was a career political actor in South Africa, representing, in effect, the ideology of the international political establishment in the years of Apartheid; while Ms Gbowee rose from common citizen to grassroots activist to one who helped change her nation, Liberia.
Both spoke powerfully from their personal framework of reference remembering their time in history.
And, of course, gender difference and traditional role differentiation between men and women plays a major part in the different ways of speaking, and differing priorities in prepared remarks.
Ms Gbowee had some powerful insights. I highly recommend watching and listening to her presentation.
She chose as her theme “how to reclaim our boundaries for peace”, a variation on the Conference theme: “Crossing Boundaries to Create Common Ground”.
The debate between Geir Lundestad, Director of the Norwegian Nobel Institute, and Jay Nordlinger, Senior Editor of the National Review, was more predictable. Likely the choice of who you felt won or lost the debate depended on your bias going in.
from left, Jay Nordlinger, Stephen Young, moderator, and Geir Lundestad, March 9, 2014

from left, Jay Nordlinger, Stephen Young, moderator, and Geir Lundestad, March 9, 2014


I happen to think that the Nobel Peace Prize has had a remarkably effective history, given how people organizations work and the fact of its 113 year history.
The Norwegian Nobel Peace Prize is easily the most well known of many variations on the Peace Prize, and, indeed, more well known than the companion prizes awarded by the Swedish Nobel Institute.
Prior to the event I printed out and read a March, 2001, essay by Dr. Lundestad about the first 100 years of the Nobel Peace Prize. It prints out at 25 pages, and can be accessed here.
Jay Nordlingers book about the Nobel Peace Prize can be ordered here.
Of course, Dr. Lundestad’s summary stops at the year 2000.
The Peace Prize recipients since 2000 are as follows:
2001 – United Nations and Kofi Annan
2002 – President Jimmy Carter
2003 – Shirin Ebadi
2004 – Wangari Muta Maathai
2005 – International Atomic Energy Agency and Mohamed elBaradei
2006 – Muhammad Yunus and Grameen Bank
2007 – Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change and Al Gore
2008 – Martti Ahtisari
2009 – President Barack Obama
2010 – Liu Xiaobo
2011 – Ellen Johnson Sirleaf, Laymah Gbowee, Tawakkol Karman
2012 – European Union
2013 – Organisation for the Prohibition of Chemical Weapons
Minnesota Boychoir March 9, 2014

Minnesota Boychoir March 9, 2014


SOME RANDOM PERSONAL THOUGHTS ABOUT THE NOBEL PEACE PRIZE:
It is an honor for the Nobel Peace Prize to be criticized. This means they are doing something worthy of notice.
My own life work was public education, and since at least 1950 the National Education Association (NEA) has annually recognized a National Teacher of the Year, chosen from among nominees from state affiliates across the country, who in turn are nominated by millions of their peers at the school building levels.
Teacher of the Year is a grassroots up award.
The Teacher of the Year program has never purported to select the “best” teacher in the U.S.; rather, to honor a teacher who especially well represents the ideals to which all teachers aspire. “Teacher of the Year” is criticized too. But it has been and remains a wonderful program.
So, too, is this the case in the annual selection of the Nobel Peace Prize winner: someone/some agency spotlighted for his/her/their efforts for Peace, consistent with what likely was Alfred Nobels wish as imperfectly expressed in his Will.
To me, personally, it seems that “peace” and “war” are antonyms, not synonyms.
I am not aware of any “War Prize” (except for the t-shirt I occasionally see which declares the U.S. as “World Champion” for “winning” World War I and World War II.
In its imperfect way, the Nobel Committee, in its many incarnations over 113 years, has attempted to select a candidate or candidates who fit the written criteria established by Alfred Nobel himself, in his Will in the 1890s.
We are now a world of near 7 billion population, with near endless variations of increasingly sophisticated ways to destroy ourselves.
A Peace Prize is ever more important, every year, not just once in awhile. Seemingly increased emphasis on grassroots nominees like Ms Gbowee is as wonderful as it is essential.
When Alfred Nobel died (10 Dec 1896), the population of the world was less than one-fourth of what it is today, and humans were infinitely less sophisticated in their ways of destroying each other.
The carnage of war has increasingly been innocent citizens rather than formal military, and we see examples of this in each and every conflict.
In a profound way, someone like Laymah Gbowee exemplifies in effect the “World Citizen of the Year”, doing something noteworthy to make the world a better place, one community, one person, at a time. In many ways she symbolizes a “changing of the guard”, ethnic, nationality, position in society, which threatens the age-old status quo of white male domination. Of course, this increases push-back from those who ran things, but doesn’t change the result.
I have long treasured two timeless quotations which summarize my own feelings on this matter, and which have long began and ended my own website (currently being updated) to two citizens I admire, Lynn Elling and Joe Schwartzberg:
“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world, indeed it is the only thing that ever has.”
Margaret Mead
“We must be the change we wish to see in the world.”
Gandhi
Neither Gandhi nor Margaret Mead ever won the Nobel Peace Prize but they, like every one of us, was fully capable of making a difference….

#856 – Dick Bernard: Day Three, Nobel Peace Prize Forum Augsburg College, Science and Health Day

Days One and Two: here. Sunday, March 9, program noon to 5 p.m. here.
UPDATE: All live stream talks at this years Forum “by Nobel Peace Prize Forum” are archived and immediately accessible in their entirety via google plus on YouTube here. By my count there are 13 talks on video thus far, and there will be at least two more today (Sunday March 9).
Today’s (March 8) Forum was stellar.
Personal takeaway: The theme of this years Forum, “Crossing Boundaries to Create Common Ground” holds consistently, and while I was exhausted at the end of the day, and the topics I heard were very serious, I went home feeling hope for the future. The grassroots (all of us) matter.
Todays two keynotes by Dr. Deane Marchbein U.S. President of Doctors Without Borders (Medicins sans Frontiers) and Dr. William Foege, best known for his major contribution to eradication of Smallpox, were superb. They were transmitted world wide live to an international audience, and appear in the video section referred to above. Both talks – indeed all the talks – are very well worth the 1 1/2 hours each. Also, check out Dr. Foege’s book on the eradication of Smallpox: “House on Fire: A Fight to Eradicate Smallpox”.
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Dr. Deane Marchbein, American President Doctors Without Borders, March 8, 2014

Dr. Deane Marchbein, American President Doctors Without Borders, March 8, 2014


Dr. William Foege, March 8, 2014

Dr. William Foege, March 8, 2014


In between, I had to choose between an assortment of workshops, one in the morning and the other in the afternoon, both 1 1/2 hours.
I’m not sure what the other workshops would have offered. Whatever the case, I made two great choices.
“Crowdsourcing to Create Common Ground” sounded interesting (live-streamed and archived here), and indeed it was, featuring four young academics, two with us, the others live-streamed from England, and from Denmark, talking about bridging the gap between past and future methods of finding common ground on questions of all kinds. Speaking as an older person in the midst of college age kids, I found the presentation very well done, and left with a great deal to think about. There are plenty of on-line links relating to the concept Crowdsourcing.
Here are a couple of photos (click to enlarge)
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Live on-line from Oxford, England.  Once the connection was made, communication was clear and conversation seemed easy.

Live on-line from Oxford, England. Once the connection was made, communication was clear and conversation seemed easy.


Many thanks to Dr. Lucy Fortson of UofMN School of Physics and Astronomy; Caren Cooper, Cornell Lab of Ornithology (both on-site), Finn Danielson of Monitoring Matters Network; and Nordic foundation for Development and Ecology, linked in from Denmark; and a representative from zooniverse (in the photo) speaking from England.
In the afternoon, I attended a powerful (and very troubling) session entitled “Crossing Boundaries to Create American Indian Health Equity”. Speaker was Dr. Donald K. Warne Professor of Public Health Program a the North Dakota State University. Dr. Warne is Oglala Lakota who grew up in Kyle SD on the Pineridge Indian Reservation. The first two sentences of the seminar descriptor describes his session well: “We don’t have to travel to the 3rd world to find 3rd world health status. Health indicators of American Indians are shamefully low.” As part of life’s passage, many of us go to poor foreign countries to do good, which is great. In our backyard, at home in our own country, are many trapped in poverty.
Dr. Warne made his points gently, but firmly. His presentation was very clear and troubling, and the audience, largely students, was very attentive. I wish everyone could hear his talk.
I gathered Dr. Warne would be glad to have contacts from people with an interest in the topic: donaldDOTwarneATndsu.edu.
Dr. Donald Warne, March 8, 2014

Dr. Donald Warne, March 8, 2014