Dick Bernard: A graduation and a commencement.

September 9, 2012, was a remarkable day for me. It has taken till December 10, 2012, to complete this brief post.
There were two events on September 9, one immediately following the other. That day I was to meet a young man I’d never met before, 15-year old Eric Lusardi, over in New Richmond Wisconsin.
The same afternoon, a little later, was the Memorial Service for Rev. Verlyn Smith, 85, a man I cannot say I knew well, but for whom I had huge respect.
I knew Verlyn for the same reason I was about to meet Eric Lusardi: both were about the task of making the world a better place.
Eric was about to become an Eagle Scout, and his Eagle Project was to develop a Peace Garden at the local community center in his town of New Richmond WI. This was his idea, and as we all learned at the actual ceremony on September 21, he had enrolled the community in his efforts.
A main service project of his was to help the community effort called Empty Bowls, an initiative on-going since 2007.
On September 9, Eric seemed most proud to tell Melvin Giles and myself about Empty Bowls.
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Melvin Giles with the Lusardi family, September 9, 2012

Eric and Mark Lusardi explain the Empty Bowls Project September 9, 2012

In one of many ways yet to come, Eric was involved in his own commencement into the rest of his life.
I left New Richmond early, to get back to Minneapolis for the Service of Thanksgiving and Remembrance” for the man I knew as Verlyn.

Verlyn was a South Dakota farm kid from west of Sioux Falls, a child of the Great Depression. He knew the hard times from experience.
The unseen markers of life took him to the Lutheran ministry, and within that ministry to the Vietnam era college ministry in California which is where, he said, he became acquainted with the Peace movement. He last ministered in the same Church at which he was buried, and he was a quiet but giant advocate for peace and justice in our world. Here is an excellent description of his life and work: Verlyn Smith001
He would have loved to meet Eric in person.

Verlyn Smith (second from right, in tan coat) one of honorees at the Nov. 5, 2010, Hawkinson Foundation* annual awards dinner.

I’m not sure what Verlyn’s hopes, dreams and aspirations were when he turned 15 in 1942, on the South Dakota prairies.
What is certain is that he added to the value of our world by his presence in the next 70 years.
It is the best that we can do, to make the world a better place by our having been part of it.
Congratulations, Eric, as your life continues, and commences.
And farewell, Verlyn**.
* – The Hawkinson Foundation website is here.
** – It is important to note, also, that one of Eric’s grandfathers passed on in the summer of 2012. Life continues.

#614 – Dick Bernard: The Summer of 1920

Several photos are at the end of this post. Click on any to enlarge them.

Entrance to Veterans Memorial Park August 16, 2012



A conversation, a letter, and a visit to three ladies this summer brought to the surface some long ago memories, worth sharing.
Best I know, 1920 in North Dakota was a pretty ordinary year for farmers on the prairie. The horrid World War I had ended two years earlier; the Roaring Twenties were set to begin. It was, in relative terms, probably fairly good times on the prairie.
August 18, 1920, the 19th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution was enacted. It was the Women’s Suffrage amendment. Finally, women had earned the right to vote!
But the summer of 1920 was a bit more dramatic for three farm families, as I had an opportunity to revisit this summer with three surviving first cousins, Marion Placke, Ruby Fitzgerald and Edith Busch.
My grandparents Busch had farmed between Berlin and Grand Rapids ND since 1905; their sister and brother, August Berning and his wife Christine, came in1906 and lived the next farm over, a short mile walk across the pasture (if the bull was nowhere to be seen). Grandma and August’s oldest sister, Kate Placke, lived in the home country, at the base of Sinsinawa Mound, in rural Wisconsin, a few miles from Dubuque Iowa.
Farm families were large then.
By 1920, Kate had been married 25 years and had a dozen children. Grandma Rosa by then had six of her nine children; and Christina nine of her thirteen.
That summer, Rosa and Christina were both pregnant. Christina was carrying twins, and the pregnancy may have been difficult. Rosa had Edith on July 20.
Harvest was looming and while we normally hear stories about the men “trashing” (as Grandma wrote “threshing”), harvest time was where the women’s work was truly never done.
Of course, everyone’s harvest came about the same time, and it was not a good time to share labor between farms.
What to do?
Likely through letter, but possibly telephone as well, It was decided that Kate would come west to help her sisters. Kate probably brought with her the three youngest kids, Lucina, 10, Florence, 7 and Marion, 4. Another sister, Lena Parker, also lived nearby and probably helped as well.
At some point, Christina Berning came home to her parents home, the Wilhelm Busch farm in rural Cuba City, and gave birth to twin daughters on September 25, 1920. Ruby lived, Ruth died in infancy.
Sometime that summer, probably after the harvest, and before Kate Placke and family and the Bernings left for Wisconsin the families gathered at the new Veterans Memorial Park in Grand Rapids.
Grandpa Busch most likely brought out the old ANSCO box camera, which had accompanied them to the prairies 15 years earlier, and took the below group picture. (The camera was last used about 1963 – we know because it had an unused roll of film with an expiration date of 1964 when we opened the box a few weeks ago.)
Life went on.
The Bernings resettled in Dubuque IA, living there till 1933 when the Depression caused them to return to the ND farm during the awful Depression years. The Dubuque plant in which August made radio cabinets closed, and the reasoning was that at the farm they at least could eat. Even that became questionable during the dry years. Uncle Vincent remembers 1934 as the worst of them all.
Busch’s and Berning’s survived the Depression, but barely. The Wisconsin kin seemed to fare quite a bit better.
Seven years after 1920 Verena Busch, then 15, died as a result of a ruptured appendix, the only one of the Busch’s children to not survive childhood; Ruth was the second Berning child to die in infancy; the Placke’s had seen one child die at age three.
Today, there remain only three of the children alive in 1920: Marion, 96; Edith, 90; and Ruby, soon to be 90.
They’ve all lived good long lives.
Thanks for the memories.

Group photo at Grand Rapids Veterans Memorial Park in 1920. Standing at center were the park caretakers, Art and Lena Parker. Lena was the sister of Kate, Rosa and August.


The Busch's Ansco camera, probably brought with them from Wisconsin in 1905


The "innards" of the camera, all wood.


Verena Busch gravestone at St. John's Cemetery Berlin ND

#609 – Dick Bernard: French HORNswoggled

This is about a wonderful French Horn concert I attended on August 6 in St. Paul.
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Bob Olsen and conductor Derik Rehurek share some thoughts before the program began


To my knowledge, “hornswoggle” (syn: bamboozled, etc) has absolutely nothing to do with French horns , but I just couldn’t get the word out of my mind as I remembered a delightful evening. I’ve heard the French Horn can be a beast to play, and it has its share of jokes. Here are some.
Maybe one has to have a sense of humor to survive playing the French Horn. At one point in a piece last Monday, I watched cousin Mary Kay, an avid French Horn player, strain to get enough wind to tootle the phrase. She looked almost in pain. Later she told me (if I recall correctly) that the lower register can be a bear if you don’t have a lot of wind.
There were 17 horn-sters at the Horns of Summer concert at the Dove Hill house (next door to the James J. Hill mansion on Summit Avenue, St. Paul). Perhaps there were about as many of us in the audience.
This was a free private concert specifically for people who love to play French horn. MC Bob Olsen, one of the hornsters himself, said there were something over 90 French Horn players on his e-mail list. They play for assorted community orchestras, and occasionally have an opportunity, like this particular evening, to do a program of exclusively French horn Music, as much for their own enjoyment as anything.
They played with gusto!
They tootled away, these hornsters, often playing pretty powerfully in a space specifically designed for concerts and such when Louis and Maud Hill expanded their mansion about 1912. The current owners call their home Dove Hill. Theirs is an elegant space.
Here is the program for the evening: Horns of Summer 2012001
Not sure what French Horns sound like? YouTube has lots of examples.

Tootling away. Cousin Mary is second from right in back row.


Between pieces, the players swapped chairs, and it was sometimes a bit difficult to hear the conductor introduce the next piece. It was not a distraction, however. This was what I would call joyful noise. These were friends, banded together by their love of music and the French Horn, and they only saw each other on occasion. No time to miss an opportunity to catch up!
Short program over, we departed.
I noted two paintings on the wall which were, it turned out, murals about the settlement of this area. The photos are at the end.
Back on Summit, heading to my car and home, for some reason, there was a bit of extra spring in my step!
Many thanks to the Nicholsons for hosting the evening.

Mural, mural on the wall...


#604 – Dick Bernard: Lois Swenson

Yesterday afternoon I went to a farewell gathering for Lois Swenson, a lady I hardly knew, but who I knew well through numerous intersecting ‘circles’ of relationships with others. Lois was unknown to me, but well known through others….
That hundreds of people would pack a suburban church on a pleasant Sunday afternoon was a testimonial to Lois’ place in the hearts of those who knew her.
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At the celebration of Lois Swenson's life July 29, 2012


There is no need to describe Lois and how it was we happened to gather yesterday. All of the information can be found here. The program booklet is here: Lois Swenson001
She was by all accounts a remarkable lady: one who made a difference by being engaged in the world in which she lived.
I thought of an e-mail I had received from a friend in one of my own circles the day previous to the service. It is here, and I think Lois and her friends would enjoy the five minutes of people dancing around the world.
I was most struck by one comment by the Minister towards the end of the service. He noted that a cameraman from WCCO-TV was there, with camera, and it wasn’t until the cameraman was there that he connected the dots: that one of his elementary school teachers had been Ms. Swenson. It was an emotional moment for him, the minister said. I noted later that the short segment on WCCO’s evening news had a piece of film showing those of us in the pews.
There are lots of ‘dots’ in all of our lives, and sometimes it is times like yesterday which help connect those dots.
The service opened with a song, “Simple Gifts“, that seemed to completely describe Lois’ life.
Not in the program, but mentioned by one of the speakers, was the Peter, Paul and Mary anthem, “If I had a hammer“.
We all have a certain amount of time in which to make a certain amount of difference.
Lois well used her time, it certainly appears, and in so doing gave us all our own marching orders.
We need to expand and open our circles, outward, beyond our own selves and comfort zones.
UPDATES:
from Melvin
: Thank you. I was out of town yesterday and wasn’t able to attend. I knew Lois from the gardening-community. She was a beautiful woman with a big heart for all people. I considered Lois a Peaceful Love Warrior who respected and honored Wellstone’s everyday little guy and woman. She was an simple, yet outstanding advocate for Justice. Every time I saw her, she always greeted me with a warm smile and a hug. She was a joyful ally. Her spirit will be missed, however, her positive energy will be remember by those she touch directly and indirectly. Thanks again.
MPPOE![May Peace Prevail on Earth]
from Barb (comment is also at end of this post): Thanks for writing about my dear friend, Lois Swenson, and for reinforcing the notion of our interconnectedness. Yesterday it struck me that any friend of Lois’s was a friend of mine. Given her broad love for all humanity, I’m challenged today to be a better friend to the earth and all of it’s inhabitants.
Thanks again.
from Jim (comment is also at end of this post): The cups we used were purposely chosen for their capacity to break down in compost. I will be adding them to the compost bin in the community garden Lois and I have worked in with many people.
Please enjoy the words to a song that well expresses the spirit of the day: Somos el Barco [here’s Pete Seeger’s version]
Chorus: Somos el barco, somos el mar, Yo navego en ti, tu navegas en mi
We are the boat, we are the sea, I sail in you, you sail in me
The stream sings it to the river, the river sings it to the sea The sea sings it to the boat that carries you and me
Chorus
The boat we are sailing in was built by many hands And the sea we are sailing on, it touches every land
Chorus
So with our hopes we set the sails And face the winds once more And with our hearts we chart the waters never sailed before
Jim Lovestar

#596 – Dick Bernard: Dottie Garwick, and other deaths

I’m of the age where attendance at memorials and funerals are a frequent activity, while marriages and christenings are uncommon.
We have quite a passel of grandchildren, so maybe this will change in a few years, but for now, that’s the routine.
Yesterday, it was the memorial for Dottie Garwick at Hennepin Avenue United Methodist Church. It was a large service. There were hundreds in the Church; they ran out of programs.
I knew Dottie, but not well. I knew her husband, Hank, better. They are (I still prefer the present tense) a remarkable couple who exemplify the phrase, mentioned by someone in the service yesterday: “much is expected from those to whom much is given.” They were almost as likely to be found in India, or Haiti, as in Minneapolis.
Dottie’s obituary says it better than I: Dottie Garwick001
Of course, Dottie’s is not the only recent death.
A few hours before driving to Minneapolis I was reading about the unspeakable tragedy in River Falls, where an estranged Dad, for reasons known only to himself at this point, killed his three young daughters.
One can understand a passage like Dottie’s.
There is no understanding events like the one in River Falls, though it is tragedies like the one in River Falls that get the news…and that has probably always been the case.
We attempt to understand the impossible to understand.
I do family history, and River Falls brought to mind an old very long and virtually impossible to read newspaper clipping I found in a box of old postcards at my grandparents farm in North Dakota. (It’s here, if you want to try to decipher it: Kieler deaths001
It recounted at great length an event in rural Kieler WI, near Dubuque, well over 100 years ago, where, as the news reported it, a farm housewife whose husband was a carpenter killed her four young children with a butcher knife, and then killed herself.)
One of Grandma’s sisters likely sent her the clip from an incident that happened in a neighboring town, and it was one that Grandma allowed to survive, for reasons known only to Grandma.)
For all of us, there is the same destination. All we don’t know with certainty (thankfully) is the when and the how.
(Someone said Dottie and family were told she had two months to live; it turned out to be short weeks.)
July 29 I hope to go to a memorial for an elderly lady, Lois Swenson, who was murdered in her home a few weeks ago. I gather she was much like Dottie Garwick, a pillar of kindness who someone took advantage of.
Where do I – where do we – fit in all of this?
How we live today is an important question.
As Dottie’s service closed on Friday, we sang the hymn “Abide with me”, which was said to be Gandhi’s favorite hymn, and a national favorite of England. A youtube rendition here.
UPDATES:
Lydia, July 14: You pose some important questions, Dick. Lois Swenson’s murder & the deaths of 2 young children by stray bullets in the last 6 months have really thrown me. As peace activists, we focus on the terrible violence perpetrated by our government in other countries…but, what about the “war” in the streets of our cities? What can we do about that? I don’t have an immediate answer…but, the question weighs on me heavily.

#592 – Dick Bernard: Visiting Heritage House in Woodbury

I stopped by Woodbury Heritage House on Friday to take the monthly snapshots.
The sign was up announcing that today, the 2nd Sunday afternoon, the House will be open for tours, as it is every 2nd and 4th Sunday afternoon during the summer.
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Heritage House, Woodbury MN, July 6, 2012


These days the house looks a bit bedraggled because they’re about the process of redoing the ancient siding.
Sure, there isn’t much to a tour of a one room house (there is an upstairs, but that’s closed to visitors) but you’ll meet some nice folks who are more than willing to give a historical overview of this suburban attraction.
Give some thought to dropping over on one of the open Sundays.
This is the 12th month I’ve been stopping by Heritage House to take a few photos. For some reason, I missed last October, but no matter, here you will see my small album; 27 photos of a year in the life of a Woodbury Historical memory, and one of my favorite places to see as I pass by each day.

My first snapshot of Heritage House, August 17, 2011.

#585 – Dick Bernard: Visiting History

Some months ago a cousin I’d never met in person, JoAnn (Wentz) Beale, wrote from California, suggesting that we get together when she came to an event in her home town of Grafton ND. It was a great idea. Her grandmother, Elize Collette Wentz, and my grandmother, Josephine Collette Bernard, were siblings, raised on the home farm, still owned by Maurice D. and Isabell Collette, just west of Sacred Heart Church in Oakwood. Maurice is the son of Elize and Josephine’s youngest sibling, Alcide.
JoAnn and I spent the better part of an afternoon and early evening visiting the sites of our Collette family history.
It was a most enriching day.
Maurice D showed us around, and JoAnn posed on the site of the Collette home which was occupied from about 1885 till 1978, when Collette’s built a new home just to the south. Here’s JoAnn, June 25, 2012, on the site of the old house. (click to enlarge)

JoAnn Beale on the site of the Octave and Clotilde Collette home, Oakwood ND June 25, 2012


I found a few earlier photos from that same farm yard a few years earlier:

1954 photo, Unlabelled photo summer lunch in the farmyard just to the south of the old house. Apparent identities as known. Isabel Collette probably took the photograph. At right: Bonnie and Maurice Collette; at the end Margaret (Krier) and Alcidas Corriveau; (couple in between not known); at left Beatrice and Alcide Collette; at end of the table Josephine and Henry Bernard. The other persons are not known, and the photo is not labelled.


Alcide and Beatrice Collette with Donald David, in the farmhouse, probably in 1956.


Photo old Maurice D Collette house with new house in background. Photo taken in 1979, looking southeast; new house was built in 1977-78. Old house was torn down about 1981.


JoAnn and I spent time, of course, in and around the magnificent Sacred Heart Church, which is due to be closed within the next two years. I’ve put together a small Facebook album of photographs taken on June 25 here. That’s Maurice D. Collette with JoAnn in one of the photos in front of the church. (The entire Centennial History of the parish, from 1981, can be accessed here.)
I’ve been to Oakwood many times, but until June 25 had never actively sought out the site of the old St. Aloysius School, and found it, at least as represented in the driveway and the flagpole, and the lumber used to build two homes on the site, about a block north of the church. Across the street remains the Grotto. All these are in the Facebook album.
We had a cool drink with Maurice in the tavern across the street from the Church, then took a little tour and back to Grafton.
Before dinner, I took a solitary drive to see the little house at 738 Cooper, the only place I ever knew as my grandparent Bernard’s home.
This time, for the first time in my life, there was no house there.

former 739 Cooper Avenue, Grafton ND, June 25, 2012


It caused me to think back to other photos of other times at that little house down the block from the Court House in Grafton.

Henry and Josephine at 738 Cooper Ave, Grafton, probably early in the 1940s


Grandpa and Grandma on the front porch, probably late 1940s. Here's where they watched the world go by, at least on Cooper Avenue.


Grandma Bernard "myself in the kitchen" at 738 Cooper.


Undated photo of a meal in the living room at 738 Cooper. Note photo of their son Frank Bernard on the wall behind them.


In the last photo, I can’t help but think of the time, at Thanksgiving I think, where Grandpa, among other occupations an old lumberjack, taught we kids how to clean our plates…by licking his own plate clean. My guess is that Grandma Josephine had a bit of advice for him later, but the memory was cemented in our mind. Ah the memories….
Grandpa had an immense amount of pride in his service in the Spanish-American War in the Philippines, 1898-99. Down the block from 738 Cooper was the monument to his unit in that War. Five of his comrades died in a battle at Paete P.I., and apparently two more died shortly after returning home. They are reflected on the monument, which was raised in 1900.
Here is one photo of the monument. A few others are here, on Facebook.

Spanish-American War monument at the Walsh County Court House, June 25, 2012. In front of the monument is a smaller monument to those who served in other wars. Let us work for Peace.


There is a necessary postnote to this post on a family history.

We cannot escape the reality of getting older. The wonderful lady who really helped give me much impetus to begin this family history years ago is very near going into a nursing home at age 92. I visited her on this trip. When I began this journey 32 years ago, she was a huge resource. Now she is completely vulnerable, confused, cannot live alone, and is obviously scared of what is a necessary change for her.
Others who helped with the history have died; still others are very ill.
This trip, and the great meeting with my cousin from California, remind me that if there is work to be done on family matters, now, not tomorrow or next month or next year, is the time to do it. We just don’t know when it will be too late.
Thanks, JoAnn, for the idea of (as my Dad liked to say) “a face-off”!

Winding down after a most enriching day travelling the "roots road": center is JoAnn (Wentz) Beale, at right, Dick Bernard, at left JoAnn's cousin Kasey (Kouba) Ponds. At the Market Place on 8th in Grafton, June 25, 2012

#584 – Lee Dechert in his own words

UPDATE June 26, 2012: Here is the obituary on Lee Dechert.
NOTE: Comments on Lee from Andy Driscoll and Will Shapira can be found at the very end of this post. There may be others, later.
Richard Lee Dechert (that’s as in French: pronounced d-share) passed away quietly at home on June 21. Years ago I heard a man eulogized as follows: “he lived before he died; he died before he was finished”. This would fit Lee Dechert who passed away June 21, 2012, in St. Paul.
There will be a formal obituary in the metro newspapers shortly. I am thinking that Lee would want his own words, which follow, passed along as well.
Every one who knew Lee, knew that his death was imminent. The cancer finally had its way. He was quietly eloquent about the progress of the disease and other ailments. They were simply part of his life as he lived it.
Lee (the only name I had for him) died with uncommon grace. May 17 I gave him a ride to (as far as I know) his final outside event, the Third Thursday program of Citizens for Global Solutions. Also in the car that night was the speaker for the evening, Pat Hamilton of the Science Museum of Minnesota. There are a couple of photos from that final outing for Lee at the end of this post.
My knowledge of Lee came from attendance at meetings with him, and occasional visits when I gave him a ride home. There were bits and pieces shared: his Air Force service in the 1950s, including a visit to Haiti; going to the University; his great pride in his daughter, son-in-law and then grandson; his love for his sister; sometimes a little talk about the illness, but never much. I gathered he was divorced, but we didn’t talk much about that, and when that was a brief topic, there was no sense of bitterness. Things apparently just didn’t work out. It seemed there was a continuing relationship of some sort.
At home I would hear from Lee from time to time. When I knew that his death was soon approaching, I consciously began to keep his e-mails. There were perhaps 15 of them in all. From those 15 I’ve decided to include several which articulated Lee’s passions and history. I’ve left the contents exactly as received. They are Lee talking, not me. I noted my computer spell check found nothing. Lee was meticulous.
This is a very long post. The counter says 4068 words. At minimum, scroll through….
If you knew Lee, you’ll want to read on. (Click to enlarge the photos which, except for the final one, came from Lee Dechert.)

Lee, daughter Sabrina, son Luc, Son-in-Law Marco and Jim Pagliarini, President of TPT Channel 2 December 20, 2011


About TPTs Almanac Program April 4, 2012. Lee honored us by having us as audience stand-ins for him at Almanac May 11, 2012.
As Caitlin Mussmann says, you’re “go” for the show. Some background: Now approaching its 28th year, Almanac is the longest running (and most successful) local news and public affairs magazine in PBS history, and is a “must appear” venue for any aspiring candidate of a major federal, state or municipal office. Its co-creators, Bill Hanley and Brendan Henehan, are still senior staffers. Brendan is Almanac’s Executive Producer, and you’ll likely see him in the Control Room with longtime Associate Producer Kari Kennedy and longtime Director Jeff Weihe. Other members of the show’s crack production crew have been there 15 to 20 years or more. The late Judge Joe Summers was the first Co-Host along with Jan Smaby. In the 1960’s I knew Joe as a DFL activist, and I knew Jan as a teenager at my and my wife’s Lutheran parish near the U. of M. campus.
Under Bill’s leadership as Vice-President of Minnesota Productions, tpt launched the part-time local, digital Minnesota Channel (now MN Channel) 10 years ago. In 2006 it became the nationally acclaimed 24/7 statewide service it is now, with a groundbreaking business plan of co-producing or co-presenting a rich array of programs with local, state and regional non-profit organizations, and providing seed grants for low-income producers. Brendan is also the Executive Producer for the MN Channel’s public affairs programs. A major off-shoot of Almanac is Almanac: At the Capitol, created in 2006 with Kari as its Producer and Mary Lahammer as its Host. David Gillette became its Special Correspondent in 2010. Mary and David also report or commentate on Almanac. A major off-shoot of the MN Channel is the superb MN Original arts series that was launched in 2010 with funding from the State Legacy Amendment. Over the years Minnesota Productions has created a multitude of award-winning programs.
As you may recall Dick, then KTCA-TV operated from its Como Ave. studios near the State Fairgrounds. In 1988 it moved to the newly constructed Telecenter next to the St. Paul Union Depot on Fourth St., and became digital tpt in 2002. I started in the Member and Viewer Services unit in November 1991 and retired in May 2007; I had major throat surgery in June. Working with the public entailed working with staffers in every station unit, and I was blessed to be there when we began our fascinating transition from analog to multi-channel digital programming that culminated in 2006. With Governor Ventura presiding, in 1997 [1999? Ventura was elected in 1998] Minnesota’s first broadcast digital signal was switched on at the State Capitol; it subsequently led the state in a series of digital firsts. With the Governor was Jim Pagliarini who became the station’s President & CEO in 2007. Under his leadership tpt has remained one of the “gems” of the Public Broadcasting Service.
In 1982 my sister Bobbie, who died from cancer in October 2008, served as an MCAD arts intern at the station. In 1983 I, my wife Ann and daughter Sabrina were in the audience for the second-ever live filming of the half-hour Newton’s Apple show that aired on PBS until 1998. In 2006 Sabrina returned from Paris and opened her first stained-glass studio overlooking the Farmers Market from the Northwestern Building, a block on Fourth Street from the Depot and two blocks from tpt. Last December Sabrina, Marc-Antoine and little Luc took the James J. Hill Empire Builder from Seattle to St. Paul. And as the attached photos indicate, on December 20 Luc met some of my tpt associates who were thrilled to see him.
That is Luc, Marc-Antoine and I beneath the Almanac banner at the Lobby entrance; Luc, Sabrina and I before the Minnesota: A history of the land graphic in the Lobby; and the four of us with Jim Pagliarini at the station’s “Wall of Fame” across from Studio A. On the “Blenko Buddies” date Sabrina, Marc-Antoine (Marco) and I attended a special Studio A wine and cheese event for a Blenko Glass Company pledge show. On 8/2/07 Bobbie and I attended the station’s 50th Anniversary Alumni and Staff Party, and on 5/29/09 Bobbie’s partner John Sherrell met his friend Cathy Wurzer when he and I watched Almanac in Studio B and the Control Room much as you and your wife will. In her office my former manager Margaret took the photo of four-months old Luc checking his first gift from “Santa” (via me), a furry Minnesota Wood Duck. She also took our “Wall of Fame” photos.
If you wish, ask one of the Almanac crew for a marker to place your names and date on the massive “Wall” that graphically represents over 50 years of political and cultural history in Minnesota; First Lady Hillary Clinton is also on it. Before you leave also take a few minutes to review the station’s history at the hallway entrance to the studios. I’ll be there in spirit.

At TPT, December 20, 2011 photo received from Lee Dechert April 2012


On his own family history and Politics: (August 26, 2009)
Along with Ann, I was a DFL State Convention delegate supporting A.M. “Sandy” Keith for Governor of Minnesota* when young and handsome Ted Kennedy, escorted by Irish bagpipers, delivered a stirring address on behalf of the party at the State Capitol Mall Armory in the summer of 1966. That was less than three years after his brother John’s death and he was treated with great reverence.
Ted and I were both born in 1932 a few months before FDR was elected in the depths of the Great Depression. My grandfather Everett, who married and lived with Nanny Kennedy in southern Ontario, and who died about a year after Uncle Lloyd was born in 1908 and mother was born in 1910, was a Scotch-Irish Kennedy whose clan history Bobbi traced when she journeyed through the British Isles in the 1990s. [Lee specifically noted that his Kennedy line was not part of that other Kennedy line!]
I still have the fine clan scarf she gave me, and wear it when I attend the St. Patrick’s Day Parade in St. Paul. It marches down 4th Street past the historic James J. Hill Northwestern Building where Sabrina had her stained-glass studio, and Twin Cities Public Television where Bobbi and I attended the 50th Anniversary Alumni and Staff Party on August 2, 2007. In 2008 Sabrina and I watched the Parade on a cold, windy March 17.
As I’ve mentioned before, when I hear those bagpipes and drums and see those magnificent uniforms, I always think of the Essex Scottish Regiment when it paraded through Great Grandmother Nanny Kiff’s Ontario village of Harrow to celebrate Dominion Day in the late 1930s and early 1940s. Grandfather Everett was a member of that Regiment and received one of the highest medals of the British Crown for his bravery in South Africa’s Boer War.
Long live the Kennedys! Long live “The Lion of the Senate”!
*”Sandy” lost the DFL nomination to incumbent DFL Governor Karl Rolvaag in a historic 21-ballot battle that lasted two days, lost the primary election, but went on to become a distinguished Chief Justice of the Minnesota Supreme Court. Our efforts were not wasted.
My Contribution to the Peace and Justice Community October 18, 2011. (Included here, Lee lays out the medical situation he was facing.)
[See] “Global Warming, Climate Chaos and Human Conflict” [here]. The initial text concludes by saying:
“CO2 and other greenhouse gas emissions have raised the mean global temperature by 0.8 degrees Celsius since 1900, and 0.6 more has been locked in by climate system inertia. With the temperature continuing to rise about 0.2 degrees a decade since 1990—and with the U.S. and other Accord nations not doing enough to reverse the rise or adapt to it—the 1.5 and 2.0 limits will likely be exceeded well before 2050,[13-16,19] and the chaotic impacts of human-induced global warming will become the paramount issue of the 21st century.[6-9,20-23]
“Rampant conflict within and between nations is one of those impacts. Yet many U.S. ‘peace and justice’ organizations have not embraced a climate chaos agenda that could prevent or reduce the conflict. The APPENDIX of 26 conflict reports shows why such an agenda must be a key part of every organization’s actions. Moreover, because decades of human-induced global warming are locked into our planet’s climate system,[5] that agenda should primarily focus on implementing measures that will enable populations in our nation and other nations to adapt as best as they can to increasing climate chaos.[24]”
Dick, unless there were signs protesting the CO2 that was streaming from the tail pipes of the passing vehicles, “a climate chaos agenda” was not “a key part” of the Lake Street agenda. So I regard such
“peace and justice” protests as largely treating the symptoms of worldwide
“human conflict” rather than its underlying
“global warming” causes in which too many people are vying for too few resources in an increasingly hostile environment.
I just returned from a four-day visit with my sister, her partner and my nephew in the Rocky Mountains above Denver. I told them that the carcinomoid form of renal cell cancer that began in my surgically removed right kidney has metastasized to my lungs, is inoperable, can’t be treated with radiation therapy, and is usually fatal in less than a year with or without chemotherapy. Today I’ll have a third set of MRI and CT scans to determine how much the tiny “nodules” in my lungs have increased, and tomorrow I’ll meet with my oncologist to decide on initiating chemotherapy or palliative care. I’ll then inform my daughter and her husband in Seattle where I was the first family member to see and hold Luc two days after he was born.
If I’m able to attend Thursday’s Forum, I’ll distribute printouts of my piece. I hope to see you there.
Honduras Constitutional Crisis: A Proper Resolution (August 28, 2009)
I’ve reviewed over 500 reports and opinion pieces on the crisis from a wide range of sources and perspectives. In my judgment Honduras’ Supreme Court–supported by the Supreme Electoral Tribunal, Attorney General and democratically elected National Congress–had strong “probable cause” to arrest and detain President Manuel Zelaya for abuses of office and other crimes.
As prescribed by Honduras’ Constitution, President of Congress Roberto Micheletti (and leader of Zelaya’s Liberal Party) was selected to replace him (by a nearly unanimous 122 to 6 vote) as the interim President only until the November 2009 national elections are held and his term ends in January 2010.
However, Zelaya’s right to defend himself in a due-process proceeding was circumvented when military officers responsible for executing the Supreme Court’s order to arrest and detain him violated the order (and the statute that prohibits extradition of Honduran citizens) by forcibly expelling him to Costa Rica.
Since then the Supreme Court has ruled that Zelaya’s interim replacement by Micheletti was Constitutional and its order to arrest and detain him must be enforced.
Unfortunately if not tragically, the officers’ illegal expulsion has been erroneously conflated with the Court’s legal order, and both have been branded as a “military coup.”
Therefore, instead of circumventing that order by arbitrarily restoring him to the Presidency as the US-supported OAS Resolution demands and Oscar Arias’ San José Accord proposes, Zelaya should agree to return to Honduras and be duly adjudicated for his alleged treason, abuses of office and other crimes. Only then can his guilt or innocence be legally established and Honduras’ Constitutional crisis be properly resolved.
In addition the officers who expelled him should be duly adjudicated along with pro-Micheletti and pro-Zelaya forces who have violated the civil and human rights of Honduran citizens and foreign nationals. If Micheletti’s interim government does not curtail violations by army, police and other pro-Micheletti forces, even stronger economic and diplomatic sanctions should be applied by the US, OAS, UN and other international actors. Pro-Zelaya forces must also curtail their violations.
Moreover, Venezuela (supported by Cuba, Nicaragua and others) must end the blatant intervention in Honduras’ internal affairs that has exacerbated the crisis and violated the OAS and UN Charters.
In short, ALL parties to the crisis must resolve it by honoring the rule of law, not just the ones we may ideologically or politically favor.
Global Warming, Climate Chaos and the 2012 Minnesota Legislative Session (January 26, 2012)
As I’ve noted before, because of our climate system’s inertia in reacting to human-generated greenhouse gases, our state and the rest of our planet are locked into decades of chaotic global warming–even if all emissions were halted today. As I’ve also noted before, shaping government actions at state and local levels is crucial in adapting to warming impacts that include more frequent and extreme weather events in Minnesota and the Upper Midwest region.
As best as I can I’ll monitor the 2012 session, and if possible testify in behalf of legislation that will enable our state to better adapt to the chaos. I no longer use the term “climate change”; for urgent, effective adaptation it’s clearly outdated.
For those who wish to monitor the 2012 legislature, daily sessions are broadcast and streamed via the statewide Minnesota Channel (TPT-2 in the Twin Cities); e-mailed schedules are available from the House and Senate media services and from key committees; and daily reports are available from the the Minnesota Environmental Partnership (below) and Midwest Energy News; the latter also has regional and national reports; both can be Googled.
Regarding another warm environment, many thanks to the Board members who attended the delightful luncheon at the Olive Garden, and those who couldn’t attend but sent their best wishes.
RLD
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Hopes for 2012 Legislative Session: Jobs and the environment, together
by Steve Morse, Minnesota Environmental Partnership [a former state legislator]
The 2012 Legislative Session kicks off this week!
While it’s anticipated that this session will focus on bonding, the Vikings stadium, and various constitutional amendments, important environmental issues will still be part of the policy discussion.
As legislators return to the state Capitol, we urge them to remember that policies that affect our water, clean energy future, and Great Outdoors are vitally important to Minnesota voters – regardless of political party affiliation.
In fact, a 2012 poll* of Minnesota voters found that the majority of voters do not believe that we have to choose between helping the economy vs. protecting our environment. A whopping 79% of voters polled said we can have a clean environment and a strong economy at the same time without having to choose one over the other.
Join us and tell your legislators and Governor Dayton that choosing the economy over the environment is a false choice – Minnesotans want and deserve both.
Having a strong economy and a healthy environment together will make Minnesota better today and for generations to come.
*From a statewide telephone poll of 500 registered Minnesota voters, conducted Jan. 9-11, 2012, for the Minnesota Environmental Partnership by the bipartisan research team of Fairbank, Maslin, Maullin, Metz & Associates and Public Opinion Strategies. The margin of sampling error for the full statewide samples is 4.4 percentage points, plus or minus; margins of error for subgroups within the sample will be larger.
Precinct Caucuses (February 1, 2012)
I’ll be the convener for my DFL precinct caucus in District 55A (partly Maplewood and North St. Paul). I’ll try to have my global-warming resolution passed and become a delegate to the District 55 Senate Convention where the resolution can be further discussed and hopefully passed on to the DFL State Convention.
I attended my first Maplewood precinct caucus with my wife Ann in 1966. We became delegates to the historic 20-ballot DFL State Convention at the Leamington Hotel in Minneapolis where A.M. “Sandy” Keith prevailed over Gov. Karl Rolvaag, but was defeated in a bitter primary election. Rolvaag was reelected and several years later “Sandy” was appointed to the State Supreme Court and became one of its finest Chief Justices.
I was also the titular campaign chairman, a lead organizer, and media publicist for a Catholic middle-school teacher in the Maplewood-North St. Paul School District by the name of Jerome “Jerry” Hughes. He upset a longtime GOP Sen. Les Westin, eventually became Chairman of the Senate Education Committee, received a Ph.D., authored groundbreaking early-education legislation, and spent the final years of a distinguished 28-year career as President of the Senate. I coined the campaign battle cry of “Less Westin and More Hughes!” It worked.
In 1968 my wife and I were delegates to the even more historic and divisive DFL State Convention at a St. Paul venue I don’t recall where Sen. Hubert Humphrey prevailed over Sen. Gene McCarthy. I was an anti-Vietnam War pro-Humphrey delegate and the District 50A Vice-Chairman. Our district was one of two in the entire Twin Cities region that sent Humphrey delegates to the ill-fated Democratic National Convention in Chicago. I received a personal letter of appreciation from Hubert, and he later autographed my book on “Midwestern Progressive Politics” at the Leamington.
That premier hotel where many historical events were held and guests like Richard Nixon, Dwight Eisenhower, Ronald Reagan, Lyndon Johnson, Hubert Humphrey and Duke Ellington stayed was demolished in 1990. Much of the site is a parking ramp for Orchestra Hall. I think of those 1960’s
events every time I attend a concert at
the Hall.
Here We Go Again…More Rollbacks for Environmental Protections (February 27, 2012)

As many of you may know, in the 2011 Minnesota legislative session the GOP-controlled House and Senate passed bills that repealed much of our state’s progressive environmental legislation—including laws that limit greenhouse gas emissions from coal-fired power plants and prohibit construction of new plants. Except for one relatively minor bill, Gov. Dayton vetoed them. This session they’re taking a different tack by passing bills that repeal state environmental rules and regulations—then require them to be submitted for approval by the legislature before state agencies can enforce them. Minnesota Environmental Partnership Executive Director (and former state senator) Steve Morse further explains that in his linked Loon Commons message and brief video. It is a major assault on public health and safety that’s occurring or has occurred in other states where the GOP controls the legislative process. It is similarly occurring in the U.S. House with the EPA and other federal agencies.
I hope our Chapter will join with other organizations in sending a letter opposing these bills to their authors and Gov. Dayton. I’m still available to assist in doing that.
Offer to include a link of Lee’s at AMillionCopies.Info (February 26, 2012)

Dick, thanks for your offer! As we know, without a livable environment there will be no lasting peace. The United Nations Environment Programme (note the spelling) is perfect for your page. UNEP is celebrating its 40th birthday and on June 5, 2012 it will celebrate World Environment Day. Its Website is a treasure trove of information. I would place its link directly below the CGS link. RLD
Finally, I noted four of my blogposts where Lee ‘appeared’, usually with a comment at the end of the post. They can be accessed here.

Luc, December 20, 2011, from Lee April 4, 2012


Lee, Sabrina and Luc at TPT, December 20, 2011, from Lee April 4, 2012


Photo taken Dec. 20, 2011, from Lee Dechert April 4, 2012


Andy Driscoll, June 22, 2012;
Well, now this calls for a short essay, which I’ll spare you right now. But, Lee Dechert was one of the smartest, most contradictory people I’ve ever known – not that being progressive and contradictory are necessarily mutually exclusive. He could be both, in series and in parallel.
This retiree from Channel 2, tpt, was ever critical of his colleagues for being in bed with corporations but who would defend to the death the institution’s value to the community and its viewers, even in retrospect. He was, for a progressive, immensely critical (if not totally accurate in his facts) of the RNC anarchists and journalists who goaded law enforcement into overreaction rather than place responsibility for restraint on the over-armed and over-armored former that confronted dissenters in the streets and were more violent than any of the protesters could possibly have been, putting property above person.
But Lee defended all of it, insisting that the aim of disrupting a constitutionally assembled convention was not theirs – the dissenters – to pursue. Certainly not with any sort of violence in their plan. And he let me know same in many an email and in no uncertain terms.
Lee was a great advocate of new technologies in the media while being an old-fashioned moralist himself and a critic of the direction mainstream media was taking – or ignoring – at our constitutional peril.
He could be one’s best friend one minute, grinning and praising and tearing you a new one the next, depending on the topic. But he never really held a grudge for the same reason.
I knew him not at all, despite these observations, but knew that he cared more for at least one of his sister’s health than his own during the days we worked together on the Media Reform Conference in Minneapolis.
And the hits just kept on coming. He was an excellent writer – off the cuff and after much work. Whether or not his reasoning coincided with the prevailing convention, it was ever his own, today a maverick, tomorrow a laissez-faire defender.
He will be missed – and remembered for all of that and more, and I heap my condolences on his family and friends.
Andy Driscoll
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Andy Driscoll, Producer/Host,
TruthToTell – KFAI FM 90.3/106.7
Will Shapira, June 22, 2012
He was one of my best friends from Ch. 2-17 days and will be greatly missed by all.
He faced death more bravely than anyone I’ve ever known.
All Detroit sports teams should fly their flags at half mast.

My last photo of Lee, May 17, 2012, at Citizens for Global Solutions Third Thursday program featuring Dr. Pat Hamilton.


May 17, 2012

#582 – Dick Bernard: The Street

“Back in the day”, my Grandpa Henry Bernard (born on a farm in Quebec in 1872) spent most of his adult life in Grafton ND.
He came to Grafton area with a first grade education and carpentry as a trade but had a particular gift for figuring out how mechanical things work. For years he was chief engineer of the local flour mill, and long-time volunteer and President of the local fire department and the guy, the Grafton history notes, who drove the first motorized fire truck to Grafton from somewhere.
Both my Grandpa’s had inquiring minds – Grandpa Busch was a farmer with a couple of patents – but he didn’t have easy access to the streets of any big town.
Grandpa Bernard did, and in retirement he loved to “kibitz” or be a “sidewalk superintendent” in his town of several thousand. Most times it was on his bench on the front stoop of their tiny home at 738 Cooper Avenue. Sometimes it was watching the action elsewhere in town.
There exists a wonderful film clip from a day in 1949 which includes him watching a crew lay a concrete section of street in Grafton (here, beginning at about 4:15. He even merits a subtitle!). In the fashion of the day, he was dressed up. He was a common man, but when you went out, you dressed up!
Paving that street in Grafton was the ‘street theater’ of the day!
I think of that vignette because for the last week or so the crews have been in our neighborhood rebuilding our street – the first time in about 20 years.
(click on photos to enlarge)

Romeo Road, Woodbury, mid-June, 2012


Such projects are essential nuisances to folks on the street, but a change in routine.
Kibitzing a few days ago, a neighbor and I were wondering why they replaced some sections of curb and not others, so we went to look (cracks were the villains, mostly).
Some unlucky folks had the entryway to their driveway blocked for a few days because their section of curb had to be replaced.
As I write, the street is prepared, and repaving is about to be begin, but early Tuesday morning came another inconvenience. The neighbors across the street – the ones who couldn’t get into their driveway for a few days – had another unfortunate happening.
Early on June 19 came those violent winds, and one of their trees blew over, blocking that driveway again….

Early morning June 19, 2012


Its all better now. The tree was rapidly removed, and life goes on.
We have assorted complaints, of course, but work crews are doing their work very efficiently, and somebody somewhere in our communities did the planning, letting of contracts, etc., etc., etc. None of us had to worry about this planning and implementation.
Yes, we’ll have to pay an assessment, but it’s a small price to pay as part of our community.
And a bonus is the chance to re-view Grandpa Bernard in action at 77 years of age, now 63 years ago.
I wonder what he could have been able to do had he been able to pursue an education.
He died in 1957 when I was 17.
I’ll visit his and Grandma’s and others graves in Grafton and Oakwood ND next Monday.
Thanks for the memories.

#581 – Dick Bernard: Father's Day 2012

This is one of those days when nostalgia reigns, and all manner of inspirational stories are related about people who made a difference in one way or another in someone else’s life.
Today, the examples will be Dad’s (of which I am one several times over).
My thoughts today are to three recent and completely unrelated events that involve Dads. For some reason, they all become related, for me.
One is a funeral I attended a little over a week ago for a 77 year old man in rural Wisconsin.
The second is about a not guilty verdict announced just a couple of days ago in the death of a tiny girl in January, 2011.
Both are relatives of mine.
The third is an e-mail from a stranger, received yesterday, with a comment about another Dad, years ago.
Each deserve a few words on this day.
The 77 year old, Dave, was a father, grandfather and great-grandfather who was highly respected in his family and community. His death was expected and, I’d say, “normal” in the day-to-day course of things.
It was said at the funeral, and I’ve known this for years, that Dave’s Dad died before Dave was a year old, as a result of one of those horrible accidents that sometimes interfere with life. His Mom, a wonderful lady who died two years ago at 100, never remarried, and Dave had to live without a Dad of his own. Of course, this isn’t true, because in his constellation there were all sorts of male role-models from which he was able to construct his own model of being a Dad.
Of course, we all do this, male and female alike: our biological parents are our base….
The second is about two men, one a father, the second a grandfather, whose lives were turned upside down by an event in mid-January 2011 which I remember vividly from my wife’s exclamation when she answered the phone that morning: “oh, no!”.
Their child and grandchild, Brooke, not yet one, was completely normal one day, and a few days later was dead. I was at that funeral too – a church full of people; a tiny casket up front.
There was, in this instance, an allegation that Brooke’s babysitter had contributed to the babies death, and as such events happen, an investigation led to a charge of manslaughter, and ultimately to a jury trial which ended last Friday evening with a verdict, “not guilty”. It has been very hard for the family. Grandpa and Grandma had become the babysitter of Brooke’s sister the following year, and were, of course, at the entire trial with all that brings.
The acquittal was a prominent story in yesterday’s Twin Cities newspapers, and was on TV news the previous night. Of course, such accounts include quotes and descriptions which make the case live on….
Prosecutors are very cautious in bringing charges; even so, it is said, they get convictions only 90% of the time. That’s what our legal system is for: to hear and consider evidence.
It can be said that our legal system worked in this case, and it did, but in the rubble of the court trial any idea of closure or reconciliation, of moving on, is at minimum delayed…for everyone, on all sides.
I wonder, is there a better way for our society to deal with such tragedies? I don’t know the answer. Justice was done, case closed, but every person is a victim; everyone lost, including the ‘winner’.
Which leads to the last story, from a woman in Las Vegas who I’ve never met, and probably will never meet, who found me through a random google search about a family history matter.
She’s in a search for family history of her own family, and for reasons irrelevant to this writing, she took the ‘shot in the dark’ and asked me. She’d found this blog post as she searched the internet.
Perhaps the easiest is to just convey her second message from yesterday at 3 p.m. in her own words:
“Dick, I am so glad to hear your response! I am excited—–I am taking a road trip and going to be in the NE area of North Dakota looking for my grandmothers grave as I have never seen it—-nor has my mother———when [my grandmother Beatrice] died at age 39 [in January, 1927] my mother was her youngest of 10 children—my grandfather [Byron] moved to [a town in] Washington state and the ladies of the town told him he had to give the baby to foster care which he did and she stayed with them…till she got married–they had moved to Spokane and that is where she was raised. [My grandfather] had his own woodmill and evidently was quite successful— he died 2 months before I was born. Her biological family stayed in close contact tho and so now we still all know each other well. I will contact the people you gave reference to. […] Thank you, thank you, you have made my day and given me hope.”
Life goes on with its own unknown twists and turns.
Best we can do is to try to do our best.
Something to think about, this Father’s Day.

Daughter Heather and I on the light rail after the Minnesota Twins-Philadelphia Phillies game June 13. Our side lost 9-8, and we were tired, but it was fun, anyway.


DEDICATION: This post is especially dedicated to my friend Richard, also called Lee, who is a very proud father and grandfather, and is nearing the end of his life. Lee is a heroic figure to me.