Saturday, May 27, 2017

What do you wish for your children?

Unfortunately I cannot credit the source, but I once read a survey of mothers of the world by nationality. The single question asked was: "What do you most wish for your children?"

The results are of course generalizations, and perhaps predictably, the most common reply from Chinese mothers was "honor" and from American mothers "happiness".  I was struck, however, with the response of Italian mothers. They wished their children to be "good". This is something my grandmother Esther might have said, although I suspect she might have said "kind". 

It's the preference for the active over the passive. You can be assessed "good" by what you do not do. You don't lie or cheat your customers or your spouse; you don't bully your classmates; you don't bad-mouth people. But to be judged "kind" requires action - the proverbial "random act". It implies a life of dedication, service, self-sacrifice. It means placing the needs and wants of others ahead of your own. It means living the golden rule. It means treating everyone you meet with respect. I believe this style of life is the road to inner happiness, so perhaps the Italian mother and the American mother are really expressing the same wish, albeit the Italian mothers' hope offers a "highway" to happiness. 

Unfortunately, I fear many Americans equate happiness with pleasure. Pleasure is fleeting. Pleasure is a feeling. Happiness is a state of being. Happiness endures and despite the Constitution cannot be found by endless pursuit. (I must be careful here and not trespass on the realm of philosophers and theologians.) But, I believe true happiness is an inner quality and in its truest form, stems from an examined life and positive action in the lives of others. It's a hard road in today's society. Why live morally when the immoral seem to prosper? A little Socrates never hurts with a difficult topic: Socrates says that virtue (i.e. kindness/goodness) and happiness are inextricably linked. 

There is a New Testament translation that renders the Beatitudes (Matthew 5:1-12) as "Happy* are they ..." rather than KJV "Blessed are they ...". When I first read that, I was uncomfortable. I thought it sounded trite. But on reflection, when I think of happiness as inner contentment and purpose and not glee, I find that "Happy are the pure of heart, for they shall see God" apt.



*The original Greek word for “Blessed” is "Makarios, which means "happy." The term beatitude comes from the Latin noun beātitūdō which means "happiness".

Copyright © 2017 Dave Hoplin

Friday, May 19, 2017

A Meeting in the Pacific


In March of 1944, at the height of the war in the Pacific, this article appeared in the Minneapolis Star Journal and was republished by the Pope County Tribune (article below) & the Starbuck Times. It tells of a meeting for a reunion between two sailors: my father, Glenn Hoplin, an electrician's mate aboard the battleship USS New Jersey, and his brother Oliver, a pharmacist's mate aboard the carrier USS Nassau.





What a heart-warming story for the folks back home!  However ... if you believe the US Navy would provide a motor launch during wartime between ships so a couple of brothers could have a reunion, I have some land in the Everglades you might want to purchase. The story is completely bogus - this non-event was verified to me by my father.  It was one of a series of Navy propaganda stories for consumption by the home front. 

Sorry to disillusion you.

Copyright © 2017 Dave Hoplin



Tuesday, May 9, 2017

#scenesonabikeride


When I was a kid, during the summer, my Schwinn bicycle was my ticket to adventure. With my baseball glove looped on the handlebars, I could cruise the 4 north-south & 4 east-west streets and 2 alleys of Lowry with impunity. And accompanied by other adventurers, we would venture into the great unknown - down the "old road" to the stockyards, across the tracks past the depot to the old elevator road, west to Chippewa Creek, south to Malmedal Lake or east to the Horse Lake dump grounds.



This love for the bicycle has never left me.








I still cruise my community, albeit a bit more expansive than Lowry environs and regularly venture outwards to the greater Minnesota unknown. The Twin Cities and Minnesota in general have a treasure of amazing trails.

I often take a photo or two on my rides.  What follows, in no particular order, offers you a tag-along on a few of my rides. These are all Minnesota locales, with the exception of Wisconsin's Red Cedar Trail.
Fort Snelling



Lake Como - St. Paul version


Midtown Greenway

Minneapolis from the North

Sabo Bridge


Root River Trail
Red Cedar Trail




Stone Arch Bridge


Lowry Bridge









Fort Snelling Cemetery







Sheridan Memorial
















Swede Hollow









Pilot Knob


Harriet Island
Raspberry Island
























Hastings





Sakatah Singing Hills Trail


Cannon Valley Trail
Schaar's Bluff



Cemetery Crawl

Witches Hat Tower




Douglas Trail








Gateway Trail

Luce Line Trail












35W  Bridge Collapse Memorial

F Scott Fitzgerald Home










Frank Lloyd Wright crawl

Mississippi River






Mississippi River






Cedar Lake Trail





Nordeast
Nicollet Island



Minnehaha Falls

Coffee breaks