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Book reviews plus miscellaneous

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Sunshine Trail

On a somewhat overcast and cloudy morning in late August, Miss Lily and I went for a hike on a prairie trail in Lake Louise State Park near LeRoy, Minnesota. Nevertheless, we were still surrounded by sunshine….:)

And as the clouds disappeared and the sun came out, Miss Lily waited patiently for me to catch up and then led me further on down the "Sunshine Trail....."

Monday, October 27, 2014

Manstein: Hitler's Greatest General

He was a Prussian aristocrat from the landed Junker class and a long line of soldiers. Patriotic, conservative, Lutheran and a devoted father and husband, he was a believer in authority and obedience. He believed obedience meant soldiers were to follow their leaders and stay out of politics. His name was Erich von Manstein and as the architect of the operational battle plan that felled France in a few months in 1940 and led armies to win battles on the Eastern Front in 1941 and 1942 he was considered by many to be the Wehrmacht’s best all-around general.  He was not afraid, as most were, to challenge Hitler on military operations and tactics. They didn’t even like each other most of the time. Yet Hitler quickly recognized Mansteins military brilliance and Manstein would never publically challenge Hitler’s preeminent strategic decisions, flawed as they were.

It was early in January 1944 that Field Marshal Erich von Manstein left his outnumbered and outgunned army group on the Eastern Front to personally challenge Der Fuhrer for the last time. He wanted Hitler to stop directing and interfering with army operations and it wasn’t the first time "One thing we must be clear about, mein F├╝hrer," Manstein said, "is that the extremely critical situation we are now in cannot be put down to the enemy's superiority alone, great though it is. It is also due to the way in which we are led." Hitler, Manstein later recalled, "stared at me with a look which made me feel he wished to crush my will to continue. I cannot remember a human gaze ever conveying such willpower." Three months later Manstein was relieved of his command.

 This  confrontation, in front of other high ranking officials, is one of the more dramatic scenes in "Manstein: Hitler's Greatest General," Mungo Melvin's interesting, if sluggish at times with technical details,  biography of the master strategist and military commander who fought in both world wars.

The horror and tragedy of battle is largely overlooked in the enumeration of military maneuvers and units. That includes Stalingrad the largest and most horrific of all the battles which comes across as a chess game. 

What I was hoping to find in this book was an answer to the question as to why so many upstanding German military leaders followed  Adolf Hitler   to the death and destruction of their nation and millions of innocents at home and abroad. It seems  the most worthwhile  questions surrounding Manstein's career involve the moral judgments military leadership. Was he the innocent leader of a professional army, blind to Hitler's ideology and ignorant of what the SS and other extramilitary outfits were up to? Or was he, with other German commanders, aware of the extremes of National Socialism and an enabler of its cruelest policies?
Mr. Melvin is on better footing when he turns to the moral questions. He fairly points them out and tries to clarify what Manstein said and did. And then leaves it all hanging.  At the Nuremburg trials
  Manstein, the main witness for the defense  argued that he had served his nation, not Hitler or Nazism. He testified that it was only after the war that he learned of the annihilation of the Jews, only then that he came to believe that Hitler "had no moral scruples." But, as Mr. Melvin makes clear, Manstein's recollections were often self-serving.

Manstein  took a legalistic stance on the innocence of his soldiers and applied that to himself. They were just following orders.  He said he could not have known about all the battlefield "transgressions" and could not have joined an organized opposition to Hitler, given the code of military honor. ("Prussian field marshals," he said, "do not mutiny.") In any event, he claimed, Hitler's overthrow would have brought unacceptable chaos to Germany.

 Mr. Melvin concludes that "Manstein's misfortune, along with millions of fellow Germans, was to serve blindly a criminal regime." Yes to a degree but   not quite. Manstein never joined the Nazis, wasn’t an ideologue but wasn’t stupid or blind either He helped  in a big way Germanys path to ignominy.

In the end while Melvins book is superbly researched and documented though  it is fatally flawed like Manstein himself. Well written biographies today cut to the soul of the subject. Military biography today remains in the genre of the "great leaders of past wars."  My bad analogy would be like my six hundred page manual for my new Chevy Cruze. All of that just to learn how to open a trunk? I wanted to take it out on the road and just see how it runs.  It not enough to say a general sent this division and another right. How could he ignore thousands of civilians being murdered in his area of responsibility? You need to know the culture, the psychology, the previous history etc.
In a sense, the book mirrors the failure of Manstein himself, who, while talented, could not transcend his limitations to achieve true greatness. We never learned what really made him tick. At the end,  I remained completely puzzled about Manstein the man and famous general…..  That's too bad.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Fall Rides and Hikes

The  mid-morning sun cast its light on our home on Oak Hill. It was late September and the birch tree in the front yard was already turning yellow.
Our new short hops, easy on gas, Chevy Cruze waited in the driveway for Lily's first test ride. Would our GSD ride in the back seat without causing a rumpus?  Remember she was a transplanted farm dog not use to riding in a car....
Off we headed for some hiking in Forestville State Park. During the summer months it's overrun with people and horses. In the fall considerably less.  We headed up the blacktop to the "horse camp" and some great loop trails....
So far so good with the backseat rider as she showed a lot of patience. Once on the trail though she was anxious to head on out.
More fall rides and hikes were to follow.   One thing became very clear though. Lily is an exceptionally well behaved dog in general and rides in the cars very well.  She has earned a spot as we drive to Florida this winter.  As a matter of fact,  after much searching I found a "pet friendly" rental cabin on 3 acres along the Gulf Coast.  All three of us are looking forward to that....:)

Monday, October 20, 2014

Vacation Days: travels across Minnesota and farther afield

John Toren, author of the best-selling travel guide ''The Seven States of Minnesota,'' shares stories of growing up in Minnesota. Read about summers at the family cabin and excursions to obscure corners of the state and to points farther afield, including the Apostle Islands, the Rockies and Utah's remote canyon country.  Whether it’s a book or a movie it’s always fun to connect with scenes of places you love and enjoy. I surely did with Vacation Days.  This would also be a good book for those looking for new and great places to vacation. Minnesota itself has pretty much everything except mountains and desert.  Fourteen thousand lakes (that’s considerably more than the Ten Thousand our license plates advertise, an inland sea (Lake Superior),  Bluff Country (hills and valleys to rival New England), a boreal forest and wilderness canoe area, a prairie/corn growing region and the Twin Cities metro region.

Like John Toren we too have enjoyed our vacation days and travels.  For us to Western Europe, many of the fifty States and all of the Canadian Provinces.  Like for  most people  though there is no place like home. That is where we've always planted  our gardens.  Minnesota hail to thee!.......

Thursday, October 16, 2014

A Quick Riposte


Some years back, I briefly reviewed Volume II of William Manchesters astonishing The Last Lion trilogy. This is biography at its very best. The life of Winston Churchill has been covered perhaps hundreds of times. Manchester brings him alive as no one else has ever done. Of course, Churchills personality and foibles were unique. Here are a tiny sample of his quick wit in action.

Isadora Duncan the famous dancer was seated next to Churchill at a dinner party

Duncan - "Just think Winston if George Bernard Shaw and I had a child. With my talent and beauty and his brains....."
Churchill -" but what if it was the other way around?"

Lady Astor was the first woman elected to the Parliament replacing her husband upon his ascension to the House of Lords. . She was known as a fierce debater. There is a famous exchange between Winston Churchill and Lady Astor when they were both staying at Blenheim Castle. The two politicians had been at each other's throat all weekend when Lady Astor said, "Winston, if I were your wife I'd put poison in your coffee." Whereupon Winston said, "Nancy, if I were your husband I'd drink it."

Churchill was a guest at the White House in 1942 planning war strategy with Roosevelt. His bedroom was in the upper family quarters where, believe it or not, there were shared baths. Never known for his modesty, political or personal, he was late to bed and late to rise. At home, he often dictated to his secretaries while immersed in a bubble bath. Returning to his room, nude from a bath, he met Roosevelt in his wheelchair coming down the hallway. The president, embarrassed for Churchill, tried to apologize. Churchill, always quick on the uptake, replied "as you can see, the Prime Minister has nothing to hide from the President."

The scene is the mens bathroom outside the chamber of the House of Commons. Churchill enters the empty facility but is followed shortly thereafter by Mr. Atlee. Upon seeing Atlee, Churchill moves to the far end of the bank of urinals.
Atlee: "Feeling rather standoffish today are we Winston?" he asks amiably.

Churchill: "Well, considering you socialists want to nationalize it, every time you see something big" was the reply.

Unfortunately, they don’t make Conservatives like that man any more.....:)

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Toilet Paper City

I suppose the fall traditions of schools vary by region and size of cities and towns but then again maybe not.  In any case, I was reminded  rather graphically last week as I drove early in the morning  into town to take Lily for her  hike at the dog park.  Having been retired from the local high school for a few years I'd forgotten the late September calendar of events....

Of course, it's Homecoming Week!  How could I forget?  A little later I had to stop at the local anti-coagulation  clinic for a blood test (INR).  As usual it was packed with fellow senior citizens awaiting their turn for the blood letting and busily disparaging the youth of today for their bad behavior.  Toilet papering  the town, on this occasion, seemed to be at the top of the list.  I mostly keep my peace until finally contributing that it could be much worse things as evidenced by a few personal recollections of my own misspent youth these many years ago.

Friday, October 10, 2014

Roller Skating In A Buffalo Herd

Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd

Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd

Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd

But you can be happy if you've a mind to

All ya gotta do is put your mind to it

Knuckle down, buckle down, do it, do it, do it

Lyrics by Roger Miller

Okay, so we didn't have our roller skates on but we did check out the buffalo herd at Blue Mounds State Park in the southwestern corner of Minnesota. We had taken a short camping break there while a new wood floor was being installed in our living room. Baron and I had gone for an early morning hike on one of the parks many trails.

"Follow me boss."
"Ok Baron. Lead the way."


It was sunrise and we followed the fence line for maybe a half a mile before we saw anything beyond a few field sparrows and a flock of migrating nighthawks.  Then Baron stopped and began sniffing the air. He started to run ahead and I hurried to catch up. Coming over a small rise, there they were, right along the fence line and beyond.     Baron lowered his head watching intently and I heard a low growl, almost a purring sound. A few of the buffalo began to snort. Still they were curious.


"It's okay boy," I said. He gave me that "what do I do now" look. We stood there for some time just watching. Slowly the herd, from all over the hillside approached, eventually to number at least a hundred.    The herd seemed to surround some of the young calves as if they were protecting them.

Then one of the "big guys" came right up to me at the fence.  I looked at him in my best nonthreatening smile and asked quietly, "You wouldn't mind if we did some roller skating here, would you, Sir?" I got, in return, kind of a wild look, as if I were crazy. We decided to move on......              and a little bit further on I saw the warning sign.