Thursday, January 28, 2016

The Oliver Letters


There is now a generation of people who cannot imagine a world without the internet. Not I. I remember the Ed Sullivan Show and Sputnik. But for 20 years, I did make a living building software that leverages the power of the internet, so I appreciate its capabilities. But I mourn some of the impacts - driving to dust modern-day "buggy-whips": small town main streets; the independent bookseller; newspapers on real newsprint; proper spelling and grammar (u r gr8); fit children who want to go outside and play; Civility; Humility; Dayton's department store; AAA TripTiks; Privacy - did you know your smart light bulbs can leak your wifi password. 

And the US Postal Service. Of course USPS is not dead but rather survives on a glut of junk mail. But it awaits a lingering death, its mission destroyed because people just don't write letters anymore. When is the last time you received an honest-to-goodness handwritten letter addressed to you alone? (not counting Christmas cards). Can't remember, can you. And if you are the lucky one, I'll wager the sender was over 70. On the other hand, when's the last time you received an email you would consider saving as a treasure in that shoebox under your bed? Or a text with all those shortcuts you have to Google to figure out. Not so much I suspect. 

(Note - the irony of that last paragraph being part of a blog post is not lost on me.)

Personal letters identify someone who holds you dear, someone willing to take the time to take pen in hand and compose a some thoughtful words - not to mention willing to spend 49¢ on you. A letter can become a treasured keepsake, the familiar handwriting keeping alive the memory of those gone but not forgotten. A letter may seem to be relate mundane, everyday events but almost always you will find a line to cherish. And, if you think about it, a personal letter benefits the writer perhaps as much as the receiver, inducing feelings of connectedness and warmth to someone across the pale. You don't get that with a text.

There are many inspiring letter writers. By some estimates Teddy Roosevelt wrote upwards of 150,000 letters in his lifetime. T.E. Lawrence (.. of Arabia) was a prolific letter writer. Many collections of letters have been published, notably, Oliver Wendell Holmes and Frederick Pollock' "An Autobiography of Friendship"; Shelby Foote & Walker Percy chronicling a 50 year correspondence between friends; Bonhoeffer's Letters from Prison;  Dear America: Letters from Vietnam edited by Bernard Edelman. John Barth's novel Letters is written completely in letter form. And here is a treasure for you fathers (and mothers):  Letters to My Children - A Father Passes on His Values by Daniel Taylor. And of course, the Apostle Paul wrote a few memorable epistles.



I have that shoebox of letters that includes some written by my grandmother in the 1910's to her mother while she worked as a housekeeper in far-off Minneapolis. I have letters written by my grandmother's brothers to each other which catalog their daily lives and a few from Olaf from France in 1918. 









We have a fat stack of letters written by my wife's army nurse aunt from North Africa, Sicily, Italy, France from 1942-1945. And letters by mother in that indecipherable hand - except to her sisters whose writing looked exactly the same. In my grandparents' day, letters from the "old country" were especially treasured, with news from family they would likely never see again. Often letters from family were forwarded along in the letters to other family members, making for a fat chain letter of the nicest sort. But .. knowing this, the writers had be careful with comments about other family members. Luckily, the daily letters I wrote to my beloved while I was in college and she 2000 miles away have disappeared, as well as the less frequent return missives. Sometimes the historical record is best left uncovered. 


So, at last, I get to what I want to share with you - excerpts from the "The Oliver Letters", written to his family back home in Lowry while attending school in the big city.  A treasure.


The Oliver Letters copyright 1939


1936
... So Glenn got a haircut, quite an event. I had one yesterday and that was quite an event. They charge 50 cents for a haircut down here. Tell Glenn he did a darn poor job supervising the sign painting on the truck. Where did he put the “undertaking”? It should have read
Hoplin & Nelson Hardware – Furniture – Undertaking Lowry, Minnesota
.. You don’t need to worry about me chasing out with any of these college women. There are over 1000 of them enrolled, but I wouldn’t take any of them to a dog fight.
.. I’ve got a B- & a C+ but I took a beaner of a test on object complement and I don’t know if that’s going to turn out so hot.

1937
.. I wrote a letter to Snella today. I suppose she will be tickled pink. I’m just itching to see what kind of letter she will write and how much bull she can really sling.
.. I’m going to write to Uncle Dave this afternoon. I need some cash. I feel kinda cheap writing to him only when I need cash. I think I should have a stenographer. There isn’t one in a million that would be as good as Uncle Dave.
.. Thanks for my laundry, the shirts were o.k. and the doughnuts were swell, only they didn’t last very long. .. Thanks for the cookies they were sure swell. I ate ‘em all my lonesome.
.. We have all our meals at a café and it really costs like the dickens about 80 cents to $1 a day.
.. That certainly was a tough break that the mill burned. I’d like to be home and see the wreckage.{Editor note: the large flour milling operation, the "Lowry Roller Mill", burned to the ground in 1937}




.. I got my pay check Wednesday $10 a week but I darn near eat that much. Sunday I almost spent a dollar on tokens. .. That certainly was nice of Dad to help me get an electricians license. I’ve got the best parents in the world.
.. We listened to the football game in the morgue today; last Saturday was the same way.
.. I had dinner with Paul Peterson a week ago Wednesday. He said Glenn was shining around his daughter.


1938
.. Thanks for the cookies and my laundry. The cookies were so good that we ate them all before Elsie came over. You better send them to Elsie next time.
.. Elsie is studying hard, she’s got her probe gown now – they really think they’re kinda ritzy with them on.
.. That was very nice of Happy to take my laundry with him, and the cookies were just swell – I didn’t get any of Mrs. Leslie’s apple sauce. Elsie fed it to the mugs at the Swedish.
.. I was glad to get my Funeral Director license and I got my electricians the other day. They issued me a license but it’s unbonded and it looks like I might hafta pay $10 every year – if it turns out that way I don’t think I can keep it up.
.. Elsie & I appreciate how you have kept us informed as to Glenn’s condition – I wish Maynard were there. We feel so helpless down here if we could only be of help in some way. {Editor note: Glenn had suffered a ruptured appendix and was not expected to live.}
.. We got our new man Friday. He’s from Melrose. He’s Catholic but I think I can get along with him.
.. Last night Vernon and I were out together, we visited at the Petersons. We played Chinese checkers most of the evening. .. Elsie got her cap last Wednesday and does she think she is somebody. P.S. Will mail my laundry this week.
.. I hope you can come down before Christmas. I’d like to have you see Nicollet Ave., all decked out in holiday attire.


1939
.. There’s a sale at Rothschilds. I was down Wednesday afternoon. I bought 3 colored shirts for $1.50 each and they are Manhattan and Van Huesens. They’re keen shirts and they fit swell, full cut and sleeves long enough. This morning I went down and bought a topcoat. It’s Oxford gray with a half belt, got it for $10.50.
.. Got a new vacuum cleaner last week and is it ever a honey. It’s a Hoover. The Hoover is the best machine I’ve ever used.
.. Dear Dave, Thanks heaps for the nice check to see the circus, it was grand. The tightrope stunts were the most spectacular. Another thriller was a man walking on a large ball up a cone shaped incline and down again
.. We’re very glad to hear that Glenn has that good job and hope he can keep it without too much fuss. We asked Lloyd if Glenn was home from St. Cloud yet and he said yes, and in the money too.
.. Thanks for the swell spice cake, lefsa and spam. We had lunch in our little room on Tuesday afternoon, served Coca Cola, cake and lefsa and was it ever good.
.. First, I must report on my younger brother. He’s stepping out. It’s Eileen’s cousin and she even had to ask for the date. But, mother, don’t worry about him. Elise & I are trying our best to take good care of him.
.. Enclosed is $5 which I want you to use for a little help this weekend. I will be very much disappointed if you don’t have help when this big gang of hungry mongrels comes home.
.. Last night all the cousins got together and went out to Excelsior amusement and had a swell time. You know what a gang of 13 wildcats would be like; well that’s what it was. 



And a word on etiquette from the Hills Manual of Social and Business Forms


As a rule, every letter, unless insulting in its character, requires an answer. To neglect to answer a letter, when written to, is as uncivil as to neglect to reply when spoken to. In the reply, acknowledge first the receipt of the letter, mentioning its date, and afterwards consider all the points requiring attention.

If the letter is to be very brief, commence sufficiently far from the top of the page to give nearly equal amount of blank paper at the bottom of the sheet when the letter is ended.

In writing a letter, the answer to which is of more benefit to yourself that the person to whom you write enclose a postage stamp for the reply.

Letters should be as free from erasures, interlineations, blots and postscripts as possible. It is decidedly better to copy the letter than to have these appear.


So surprise someone and perhaps yourself with a handwritten composition on real stationery and and a 1st class stamp. No typing and no stickers for the return address!


Copyright © 2016 Dave Hoplin

Saturday, January 23, 2016

USSBB62


You are probably puzzled by the strange conglomeration of letters that identifies this blog, "ussbb62".  Well, maybe not, but I'm going to tell you about it anyway.  This set of characters has special significance to me.
USS  (United States Ship)  BB (Battleship)  62 (62nd battleship commissioned by the US Navy)

The USS New Jersey is one of four Iowa Class battleships that served in WWII.  BB-61 Iowa, BB-62 New Jersey, BB-63 Missouri, BB-64 Wisconsin.  Two other Iowa Class battleships were under construction at the close of the war (BB-65 Illinois & BB-66 Kentucky) but were not completed.

{Editor note: All of the Iowa Class battleships are open to the public.  USS Iowa BB-61 is a museum on the LA waterfront. USS New Jersey is a museum and memorial on the Camden, NJ waterfront. USS Missouri BB-63 is a memorial in Honolulu.  USS Wisconsin BB-64 is a museum in Norfolk, VA}


4 together


The USS New Jersey was launched on December 7, 1942 at the Philadelphia Naval Shipyard and commissioned to service in May 1943. 

Ruptured Duck
My father, Glenn Hoplin, was a member of that commissioning crew.  He served as Electricians Mate aboard "Big J" in the Pacific Theater for the duration of the war, mustering out with his "ruptured duck" in October 1945.  He had accumulated enough "points" to be among the first to be honorably discharged.  

{Editor note: For a description of Glenn's Pacific naval career in his own words see my Prairie Salt post}



BB-62 at sea -1943



16' guns firing








BB-62 Specifications
  • Complement: 1921 officers and men
  • Length: 887' 7"
  • Beam: 108.2'
  • Draft: 28.9'
  • Displacement: 45000 tons (52000 fully loaded)
  • Speed: 33 knots (61 km/hr, 38 mph)
  • Fuel Capacity: 2,400,000 gal #5 diesel
  • Power Plant: 12 oil fired boilers firing steam turbines driving 4 screws with 200,000 shaft HP
  • Armament:
    • 9 x 16" 50 cal Mark 7 guns in 3 turrets
    • 20 x 5" 38 cal Mark 12 guns
    • 80 x 40 mm 56 cal anti-aircraft guns
    • 49 x 20 mm 70 cal anti-aircraft guns
  • Armor
    • Bulkheads: 11.3"
    • Turrets: 19.7"
    • Decks: 7.5"
    • Sides: 16"
  • Aircraft: 3 Vought OS2U Kingfisher float planes (2 catapults)
  • Cost: $100, 000,000+


BB-62 Trivia

  • BB-62 was the 2nd Battleship christened New Jersey.  USS New Jersey BB-16 was commissioned in 1906 and ignominiously sunk as a target in 1923.
  • The New Jersey is not named for a Midwest state like the other Iowa class battleships, because of a FDR political debt to then Governor Charles Edison of New Jersey, who while in the Navy Department lobbied to build the battleships at Philadelphia Navy Yard. Mrs. Edison had the honor of smashing the champagne bottle against the hull at the christening ceremony.
  • The Jersey is 108.2' wide.  The Panama Canal locks are 110' wide
  • The 3 x 3 16" gun turrets fired a 2700 lb shell 23 miles.
  • The 5" guns could hit a target 9 miles away.
  • While island bombardment was a WWII battleship's staple, it's function evolved to an anti-aircraft platform to protect the carriers. With the advent of air power, battleships' role changed from offense to defense - and eventual obsolescence. Ship to ship battles were rare in the Pacific, with sea battles largely featuring air to ship combat.  
  • During WWII, the New Jersey at various times served as the flagship for both Admiral Spruance and Admiral Halsey.
"Bull" Halsey on BB-62 bridge

  • In December 1944, Task Force 38, consisting of 8 carriers, 7 battleships, 21 cruisers and 50 destroyers,  was struck by a massive typhoon (Typhoon Cobra, nicknamed "Typhoon Halsey", which sank 3 destroyers, with major damage to 3 other destroyers, 5 carriers and a cruiser and a loss of life for 800 sailors. The stricken ships ran out of fuel and foundered as they could not be refueled due to the high seas. With their massive fuel capacity, battleships served as "tankers" for the fleet, but due to the high swells, fuel lines could not be strung between the ships.


  • By rights of service, the Japanese surrender should have occurred on the Iowa or the Jersey, but when Truman succeeded to the presidency at FDR's death - and HST being from Missouri, the choice became obvious.
September 2, 1945


  • BB-62 served in WWII , Korean War, Vietnam & Lebanon being recommissioned 3 times.
  • During Vietnam, with modernization, automation and refitting,  the ship's complement was half of that of the WWII crew.
  • The USS New Jersey is the most decorated battleship in history.

  • And this especially for math geeks.  The total mechanical energy created when a 16"/50 caliber shell is fired can be computed as follows:
  • Given:
              Projectile Weight: Wp = 2,700 lbs.
              Charge Weight: Wc = 650 lbs.
              Muzzle Velocity: Vo = 2,500 fps.
              Weight of Recoiling Parts: Wr = 250,000 lbs.
              g = 32.174 fps^2
    Projectile Kinetic Energy = 0.5*((Wp/g)*Vo^2) = 2.622*10^8 ft-lb. (i.e. 262 million foot/pounds)

  • After lying in mothballs in Bremerton, WA for 8 years, the Battleship New Jersey was towed through the Panama Canal in 1999 to Philadelphia Naval Shipyard and opened as a museum and memorial on the Camden, NJ waterfront in 2001. Visitor info.



BB-62 Milestones



  1. 16 Sep 1940 Keel laid at Philadelphia Naval Shipyard
  2. 6 Dec 1942 Launched
  3. 23 May 1943 Commissioned for service in WWII
  4. 30 June 1948 Decommissioned
  5. 21 Nov 1950 Recommissioned for service in Korea
  6. 21 Aug 1957 Decommissioned
  7. 1967-68 Modernized at Philadelphia Shipyard
  8. 6 Apr 1968 Recommissioned for service in Vietnam
  9. 17 Dec 1969 Decommissioned
  10. 1981-82 Modernized at Long Beach Shipyard
  11. 28 Dec 1982 Recommissioned as part of President Reagan's 600 ship Navy
  12. 8 Feb 1991 Decommissioned & mothballed in Bremerton WA
  13. 12 Sep 1999 - 11 Nov 1999 Towed to Philadelphia Naval Shipyard for restoration as a museum
  14. Oct 2001 opens as a museum on the Camden Waterfront

For a complete record of the USS New Jersey history, see newjersey.org


The Pilgrimage 

In the fall of 2014, my son and I made a pilgrimage to visit BB-62 on the Camden, NJ waterfront - which turned out to be a very emotional experience for me, walking those teak decks, standing beneath the 16" gun turrets and finding the home of E Division below decks. The museum ship offers a fantastic guided tour and at the end you are free to roam through most of the areas of the ship on a tour of discovery.


E Division - Glenn Hoplin , front row 8th from left


Photo Gallery - USS New Jersey Museum trip 2014




    
16" shell storage








Anchor chain
   

16" gun turret
















Bridge
Fire control

Monday, January 18, 2016

Lowry Area History - The Great Story Teller


Is this heaven?
My Swedish mother's family emigrated from central Sweden to central Iowa in the early 1900's, americanizing their traditional Swedish name Persson - "son of Per" - to Pearson. Over time the accumulation of Pearsons in Greene County drove my grandfather's brother Carl to change his family's surname to Nyren, which I have been told is Swedish for "new line", although Google translate disputes that. Google translates it to "new clean".  At Iowa family reunions I always wondered who those Nyren party crashers were.



Well, it turns out Carl's idea was not unique. North of Lowry are a concentration of family farmers of Czech origin, known as Bohemians due to their families' immigration from the Kingdom of Bohemia - rather than the "unconventional social habits" associated with the term bohemian. In fact, at the time most of them immigrated, the country of origin was Austria-Hungary, as Czechoslovakia did not come into existence until after WWI. In any case, among this close-knit clan, there are several Hvezda families. Some were known as "Hvezda" and others as "Starr" - "star" being the english translation of the Bohemian word "hvezda".  Why the extra "r" on the name, I do not know. Confusing. As I stem from the Lowry Scandinavian ghetto, I am no expert on Bohemia.





Which after that long introduction brings me to the point of this post. Frank Starr was a renowned Reno Township story-teller and always concluded his stories with "..never would have believed it if it hadn't happened to me".  I know there are dozens of these stories but I can remember but 4.














#1 I was driving across the ice on Lake Reno when I realized I was about to go through. I took matches out of my pocket and put them into my mouth. When my truck hit the bottom of the lake, I got out and started walking the bottom of the lake until my head hit ice. I got into a crouch and heaved up to break the ice. I crawled out, went on shore and found some drift wood and started a fire with the matches from my mouth, got warm and then walked home. Never would have believed it if it hadn’t happened to me.




#2 I have some property on Cass Lake. I was working along the beach one day and huge mosquitoes attacked me. I ran for the cabin but saw I couldn’t make it, so I crawled under a wooden boat that was upside down on sawhorses. The mosquitoes landed on the boat and ran their stingers through the boat. I took my hammer and bent the stingers over and suddenly there was blue sky. The mosquitoes had flown off with my boat. Never would have believed it if it hadn’t happened to me.



#3 I noticed my cows milk production had dropped and I couldn’t understand why. So I went out to the pasture. There was plenty of grass and water available from the lake. The cows were standing in the lake with water up to their bellies. I chased them out and found mud turtles hanging from their teats. Never would have believed it if it hadn’t happened to me.


#4 Up at Cass Lake I had a tree I wanted removed so I climbed up the tree and hooked a hay rope high in the tree. I hooked the other end to the double-trees hitched to my team of horses. I said giddy-up and the horses pulled the tree over. Suddenly the tree was back to vertical and I was standing holding the lines and the harnesses were up in the tree. Never would have believed it if it hadn’t happened to me. 




{Editor note:  if you know any more of the great story-teller's stories, send them to me and I'll append them here.}

Friday, January 15, 2016

Lowry Area History - Lake Malmedal


Editor note:  This post was compiled from some writings of my father, the late Glenn Hoplin. Much of this is his reflection on the 1930's. For those of us who did not experience it, the Great Depression is hard to comprehend.  Not only was there widespread unemployment but the weather of the 1930's seemed to parallel the plagues of Egypt.


Lake Malmedal is a small lake about half-way between Lowry & Starbuck on the west side of Minnesota State Highway 114. I believe Lake Malmedal was named for the Christian & Anna Malmedahl family. Somewhere along the line the Scandinavian "dahl" became "dal". The Malmedahl's had 2 children: Carl & Berit. They immigrated to Ben Wade Township from Norway about 1871, sponsored by Ole Bjokne, who was a relative of Anna. In about 1873 they settled at the northeast corner of the lake. 

However, by 1904, there is no evidence of a land owner by the name of Malmedal. The 1904 plat book shows land owners north of Malmedal as -- Jorgen Strandness, Troned Stavem, Hans Bjokne, Ole Stockland, Knute Gjerset, Hans Haugen, Hans Slette, Iver Tiegen and Nels Femrite. The 1910 plat book shows owners as -- Ole Olson, Knute Gjerset, Jorgen Staandness, Tronet Stavem, O. H. Slette, Edward Hedlin, Iver Tiegen, O. Odegaard, Nels Femrite.  The 1915 plat book was the same as 1910. 



St. Pauli Lutheran marriage records

Betsey Malmedahl was married to Ole Holden  in 1886 - the only St. Pauli Lutheran wedding recorded that year - and was the mother of Marie, Leona , Alma, Amanda, Carl, Martin and Gustave Holden. 




{Editor note: Gust was killed in 1918 in France and Gust F. Holden Legion Post 253 in Lowry bears his name}  





Before 1939 there was no road across Malmedahl Lake. Highway 114 was built in 1939. The area that is now the rest stop on the west side of the road was either an island or a peninsula. 

There were two ways to get to Starbuck from Lowry. Well, actually 3. Local doctors would cross Malmedal Lake in the winter over the ice with vehicles with tracks to get to the Starbuck hospital, the major medical facility in the area. During these years Alma Holden was Dr. Gibbon's office help. The normal route was to go west to St. Paul’s Cemetery and south past Nels Femrite’s to what is now Co Rd 24 then east to Indherred Church and south to Starbuck. The other option was to go east, then south past Melvin Bjokne’s and Strandness’s to what is probably the location of Co Rd 24, then west to Indherred Church and south to Starbuck. 






The 1930's was a time of extended drought.  In 1934, Malmedal Lake was dry, the result of about ten years of less than normal rainfall. Many of the lakes in the area were very low and trees had grown up in the shoreline, some of the trees had trunks five inches in diameter, which indicates that the drought was for an extended period. For several years the crops were poor and livestock feed very scarce. Much of the grain was so short that bundles could not be made with a grain binder so the grain was cut with a mower winrowed like hay. The threshing machines were set up with the blower through the barn door and straw blown in the barn for livestock feed. Every growing green thing was used for feeding livestock.



The wind blew continuously and the days were desperately hot. The sun was a red ball at noon time because of all the dust in the air. The fences had drifts of top soil almost like snow drifts and the trash and tumble weeds caught in the fences. The wind and the heat seemed never ending. It is impossible for anyone to imagine the poverty that the drought and depression generated unless you had experienced the devastation. People helped one another and shared whatever there was. 



And 1936 produced the coldest winter on record. Most people heated with coal burning appliances.

The Strandnesses farmed the dry Malmedal Lake bottom. They had fences to pasture cattle and a field of flax. On July 4, 1935, it began to rain. Before the rain was over, Malmedal Lake was full and the crop destroyed. The Fourth of July celebration in Glenwood at the fair grounds found people stranded with water up to the floor boards of their cars. People had mixed feelings -- rejoicing that the needed moisture had come, but felt it should not have had to be in such biblical proportions. 


Thursday, January 7, 2016

Epiphany


  1. 1capitalized :  January 6 observed as a church festival in commemoration of the coming of the Magi as the first manifestation of Christ to the Gentiles or in the Eastern Church in commemoration of the baptism of Christ
  2. 2
  3. 3a (1) :  a usually sudden manifestation or perception of the essential nature or meaning of something (2) :  an intuitive grasp of reality through something (as an event) usually simple and striking (3) :  an illuminating discovery, realization, or disclosureb :  a revealing scene or moment
Until recent years, my extended family has had a tradition of gathering each year on Epiphany, the Twelfth Day of Christmas - a family reunion of sorts. The timing was a concession to the busyness/business of the Christmas season but also an "Epiphany" gathering seemed to have a bit of magic to it. Ours was a joyful and raucous celebration - in a Scandinavian kind of way - focused on traditional foods and family stories. The centerpiece of the banquet was that wonderful Scandinavian delicacy - chili - with cheddar cheese, saltines and naturally, no peppers. 

{Editor note: My grandmother had to cook with "white pepper" to keep her family unawares of the "spiciness" of the meal.}

Some wry family members claimed the gathering was a celebration of the 2nd Christmas miracle - the existence of 3 wise men. No rebuttal - but be that as it may, the gathering was a mostly stress free day, albeit sprinkled with a few pointed barbs directed at various family foibles - all in good fun of course. The Christmas tree was still standing, but there was no gift angst as Roberts Rules specifying "no gifts" was strictly enforced.



Rosettes

Kransekake
But .. each family had an opportunity to show off their culinary prowess - with a heavy focus on Scandinavian heritage. Snella always took the hours necessary to create a "Kransekake", a Norwegian wedding cake. Doris made the best rosettes the world has ever seen. Carol made lefse so silky it melted in your mouth. The only controversy was white vs. brown sugar. 



flatbrød


And flatbread made with lard and cornmeal. Fantastic with a smear of smør. 








World's only fruit cake

Uncle Dave provided a fruitcake. 

{Editor note: It is a little known fact that there is but a single fruitcake in the entire world. It just gets passed around each year. I might be mistaken, perhaps it is one per continent.} 







Rainbow jello





Ruthie made a 7 layer rainbow jello, a multi-day effort.
Grandma's donuts

Occasionally, someone would try to replicate Esther's donuts or elephant ears and people would politely say how wonderful they were, all the while wondering what it was Esther did to make them so much better. 

{Editor note: it wasn't the cardamum}



Trilbies

To my wonderment, some would bring leftover Christmas cookies (whoever heard of "leftover" Christmas cookies?). Russian tea cakes -"butterballs" to we naifs; Trilbies - the world's best cookie; sugar cookies shaped as tree, star, basic round or with cream cheese frosting; ginger cookies; molasses cookies; peanut butter cookies - with the Hershey's kiss in the middle; spritz, snickerdoodle and of course the ever popular "krumkake". 


Egg coffee




This massive sugar intake required several cups of "egg coffee". 

{Editor note:  But Folgers - NOT Caribou}




In the past few years, as the family patriarchs and matriarchs have died and the family scattered, our Epiphany tradition has lapsed.

And this brings me to Epiphany, definition 2a - "a usually sudden manifestation or perception of the essential nature or meaning of something "

In this case, my epiphany was not a thunderbolt, rather more like "duh". Through it's absence, I came to realize that this tradition was a good, perhaps a sacred thing, a shame to lose. To my rescue, to his everlasting credit, Phil, first-born son of Snella, has taken this epiphany to heart and convened an annual "Cousin Gathering" prior to Christmas - "searching for an epiphany" - complete with all of the food trappings of the gatherings of old. Well, maybe not, but Grain Belt Nordeast is a new innovation. 

{Editor note: While Phil gets credited here, actually Sue does all the prep work. I follow here a tried and true software development maxim that at the end of a project, you "reward the non-participants"}

Just a few generations past, it was typical for multiple generations to live together in the same home. Or grown family members to live but short distances from their parents and grandparents. But today, in this social media world, we live in splendid isolation, with FB friends and tweets substituting for relationships. We are scattered and separated from one of our core support groups - our extended family. 

Here's my recommendation. Schedule a get-together - preferably in a home - perhaps your own. Don't call it a reunion. Blast out a family come-one, come-all invite. (You can even use social media for this :-) You may just get a few folks, but you'll have a great time and next year there will be more. 

Trust me on this.

Copyright © 2015 Dave Hoplin