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….:)
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Sunshine Trail
Monday, October 27, 2014
Manstein: Hitler's Greatest General

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 Führer," 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.
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.
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!.......
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
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.
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.
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
Shadow Divers
Once in a while I jump off my usual track of reading history
and biography. It could be a novel, a
memoir, even science fiction. Or underdogs. Laura Hillenbrand’s wonderful Seabiscuit and Unbroken come to mind. Last week it was scuba diving of which I knew
absolutely nothing about….
In 1991, a group of divers, including Richie Kohler and John
Chatterton, set out to explore an unknown object lying 230 feet below the
surface of the Atlantic Ocean and discover an apparent historical
impossibility: a World War II German U-boat off the coast of New Jersey.
Consulting both the United States Navy and the German Navy both lead to
complete denials of the possibility of a World War II-era U-boat wreck in that
area. Historical records claim the closest U-boat wreck to be hundreds of miles
away.
Shadow Divers is a quest story, and, as those often are, a
story of obsession. The techniques for
deep sea diving were new and catch as catch can. For lots of reasons it was
very very dangerous.
John Chatterton and Richie Kohler, the two heroes of the
story transform what started as an artifact-hunting expedition into a
life-consuming obsession that busted both their marriages, nearly killed them,
actually killed three of their fellow divers, caused fights and broken
friendships, and cost them a great deal of money before they finally succeeded. In spite of the authors best efforts to
explain what would drive these men to do what they did it all still comes off as a
mystery. Perhaps obsessions are mysteries
like that. In the end, common sense and
rationality have nothing to do with it.
It was an interesting if ultimately unsatisfying exploration of the
human mind.
Shadow Divers is, however, real-life action/adventure, a portrait of
near-insanity, and an exploration of what our inner demons can drive us to. If
you enjoy or appreciate ships, history, or discovery stories, or can’t get
enough Krakauer you should consider this book.
For myself, I don’t believe I’ll be trying deep wreck scuba diving
anytime soon…..
Sunday, October 5, 2014
Mystery Plant on Steroids
Between our small porch and the sidewalk lies a tiny plot
ground. Here, in the spring, I clean out the little pond and drop in the
goldfish. Then I may plant a few coleus or petunias to go along with the yellow iris and hang up the hummingbird feeder and
a large ugly thing, that possibly looks like a Christmas Cactus on steroids. It's huge.
A few weeks later the overgrown patch of yellow iris spring
into bloom. About that time I surgically remove all the half dried up arms of
"The Thing" . It has been hiding in the basement all winter, away
from the critical eyes of Mrs. T, who cares for it naught.
By early July it looks much greener and begins to sprout
little buds which quickly grow and begin to open by mid July.
Even Mrs. T admits it’s gorgeous (albeit for "only 2
weeks out of the year”.) Neighbors and strangers stop by on the street and
"ask what is it?" "Well, I say, it was a gift years ago from
Mary Ann, but I've forgotten the name. I just call it my giant Christmas
Cactus." Then I shrug my shoulders.
Maybe you know??? I
got more comments that ever before on my question and finally someone had the
answer.
http://www.kentucky.com/2014/03/21/3153756/orchid-cacti-are-easy-to-grow.html
"This is an Epiphyllum or orchid cactus."
Then I recieved an email from the original source, who
now lives far away in retirement, in the North Country.
"Your information and photos were of great interest.
The mystery plant is an orchid cactus. I have two -one has pink flowers and the
other has red. They are gorgeous flowers and I have used photos on cards."
Mystery solved! Thanks Mary Ann.
There is an interesting follow-up to this story which begins
with the fact that I began to successfully take cuttings and propagate this gorgeous plant to
hang on the porch. Eventually in a
clearing out downsizing mood I began to learn how to sell items on Craigs List.
This included one large extra Orchid Cactus. Having no idea as to its value I
put $50 on the item. To my utter and
complete surprise a woman from nearby
Rochester came to purchase it. Even more surprising was when she told me she had one for years from her
mother, had left it in the care of her daughter while wintering in Arizona and
came back to Minnesota to find it dead.
“I’ve never been able to find another one” she said and then began to
cry…..
Thursday, October 2, 2014
Baseball Statistics
I received the following email this morning from a friend and fellow Minnesota Twins fan. He is a statistics guru. I prefer the longer view
Sent: Thursday, October 02, 2014 8:32 AM
To: Troutbirder
Subject: Baseball
I thought I would pass on an interesting statistic from this season to you.
The starting pitcher for the Giants last nite (Bumgartner sp?) had 4 home
runs this year (78 at bats). A player for the Twins (Mauer) matched that
total (450 at bats). Unfortunately, Mauer did not match Bumgartner's ERA.
Troutbirder sez:
I don't know anything about the Giants but I do know that the Twins have had 4 miserable losing seasons in a row and my fellow St. Paulite former All-Star Joe Mauer is one of the highest paid players in major league baseball.
Troutbirder replies to his friend:
"When my father criticized the effeminate nature of the great pianist and
entertainer Liberaces style, a great fan of his, my mother, would say, and I
quote, "he is no doubt laughing all the way to the bank."
Sent: Thursday, October 02, 2014 8:32 AM
To: Troutbirder
Subject: Baseball
I thought I would pass on an interesting statistic from this season to you.
The starting pitcher for the Giants last nite (Bumgartner sp?) had 4 home
runs this year (78 at bats). A player for the Twins (Mauer) matched that
total (450 at bats). Unfortunately, Mauer did not match Bumgartner's ERA.
Troutbirder sez:
I don't know anything about the Giants but I do know that the Twins have had 4 miserable losing seasons in a row and my fellow St. Paulite former All-Star Joe Mauer is one of the highest paid players in major league baseball.
Troutbirder replies to his friend:
"When my father criticized the effeminate nature of the great pianist and
entertainer Liberaces style, a great fan of his, my mother, would say, and I
quote, "he is no doubt laughing all the way to the bank."
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