Wednesday, November 27, 2019

Good Neighbors

Neighbors are a bit of a crapshoot. As they say, you can pick your nose but not your neighbors. The weird neighbor is a staple of the horror film genre. So if you are lucky enough to draw a good one(s), consider yourself blessed.

It’s hard to be a good neighbor in these times. The switch from front-porches to backyard decks has had an ill effect on neighborliness.  People used to sit out on their front porch on beautiful evenings and visit with everyone that meandered by. Not so when huddled around the backyard grill. Isolation. Cul-de-sacs. Barriers. Busy lives. Busy children’s lives.

WCCO radio's motto is "The Good Neighbor". Each weekday, they choose a "good neighbor" from nominations submitted by listeners in the 5 state area. My grandmother, Esther, in the small town of Lowry was a winner, well deserved, in the 60's. Usually, the award is for continuing kindness to others.  I thought about submitting a nomination to show appreciation but WCCO is not the Minnesota force it once was.  This blog probably reaches more readership - well, maybe not.

Happily, there are people who still embody the good neighbor spirit. We are blessed by one such paragon.

This morning we faced the first "snowpocalypse" of the season. National news. Heavy, wet, deep snow. Uffda. A nightmare for these old bones. But ... here I sit, cozy and warm, sipping my morning coffee, happily typing away while my good, beyond good, neighbor is running his snowblower over my drive.  And ... when the snowplow eventually dumps it's 2 ton load at the end of my drive, I am confident he will be back for another rescue operation - after he's cleared 500' of sidewalk.


And the list of random acts of kindness goes on ...

Item.  Last year the snowplow did a number on our mailboxes.  Neighbor to the rescue, anchored with enough concrete to take off the snowplow blade.


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Item: If 150 bags of mulch appear in your driveway, a man with a wheel-barrow (and his willing son!) will magically appear to help.

Item: If a tree is struck by lightning and splits, a man with a chainsaw will be there before the smoke clears.

Item: If you are away on holiday, somehow your lawn magically seems to stop growing.  And if you are disabled this seems to be a weekly miracle.

Item: And who would you guess hosts the neighborhood block party each year?

As we age, these acts of kindness are ever more appreciated and helps us avoid the rest home for a while longer. My good spouse generally takes a plate of brownies across the street to express our thanks. Maybe that's the key.  (I jest.)  But it does make us a bit lazy.


Copyright © 2019 Dave Hoplin



Wednesday, November 6, 2019

Serendipity , Chapter 2


In 2015, I wrote a series of 8 posts about my wife's aunt, Lt. Othelia Rosten, a WWII army nurse service in the 95th Evac Hospital.  Her service included the invasion of No. Africa, Sicily, Italy (Salerno, Anzio), the "other D-Day" - Southern France, Germany and the Dachau liberation.

Taken as a group, the 95th story is the most read of my posts.




In 2018, I received a surprise phone call from Wolfgang in Ebermergen a village in southern Germany.  He had discovered my posts on the 95th Evac and realized that the 95th hospital had setup on the outskirts of Ebermergen at the close of the war.  A number of 95th personnel were detailed to Dachau (See "Unholy Stuff" in the list of 95th Evac posts below).  He had recognized Ebermergen environs in the photos I included in the post and asked permission to use them in a book he and others were assembling documenting the impact of WWII on the Ebermergen area.  I was able to dig out other photos from albums Othelia had created on her war experiences and provided access to those as well. (See Serendipity post)

Lo, and behold, what shows up in my mailbox the other day, but a masterful result of a 4 year project by the Ebermergen researchers, documenting the Nazi years impact on Ebermergen.. "Diktator. Krieg. Vertreibung." 



All of the photos Othelia took that I made available to them are there, including the cover photo and a 2 page spread of the 95th Hospital setup with Ebermergen in the background.  

95th Evac Hospital @ Ebermergen, May 1945

Pretty amazing.  And so, the saga continues.  Serendipity, 2nd chapter.  The only downside is the book is in German :-)  My Deutsch language skills need some dusting off.






This chance interaction gives me hope. It illustrates how the internet can bring the world closer together for good.






From the book.


Ebermergen devastation 1945




Bridge destruction - photo attribution: Othelia Rosten






























GI baseball in Ebermergen 1945

















Ebermergen fallen, 1939-1945. Village population < 1000


















Once enemies, now friends


















References:
1. https://ussbb62.blogspot.com/2015/03/i-othelias-story-95th-evac-hospital-in.html
2. https://ussbb62.blogspot.com/2015/03/ii-othelias-story-95th-evac-hospital.html
3. https://ussbb62.blogspot.com/2015/03/iii-othelias-story-95th-evac-hospital.html
4. https://ussbb62.blogspot.com/2015/03/iv-othelias-story-95th-evac-salerno-to.html
5. https://ussbb62.blogspot.com/2015/03/v-othelias-story-95th-evac-anziopart-1.html
6. https://ussbb62.blogspot.com/2015/04/vi-othelias-story-95th-evac-hospital.html
7. https://ussbb62.blogspot.com/2015/04/vii-othelias-story-95th-evac-unholy.html
8. https://ussbb62.blogspot.com/2015/04/viii-othelias-story-95th-evac-homeward.html

9. https://ussbb62.blogspot.com/2018/08/serendipity.html

Copyright © 2019 Dave Hoplin

Thursday, October 24, 2019

I Wish I'd Said That


"It's such a pleasure to write down splendid words - almost as though one were inventing them."   Rupert Hart-Davis. 

I have been collecting quotes ever since I started reading. Statements that I found memorable, profound, funny or struck me as wise.  I keep these in my own personal Bartlett's, my "I wish I'd said that" collection.  Someone always seems to have said it better than I.  

Here's a small sampling.

2. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be misquoted, then used against you."    Unknown

A gentle reminder to keep your mouth shut, especially in this pervasive YouTube everything age.

3. "You know, Monopoly is a great game, but when it is all over, the pieces just go back in the box. Amass your properties, your hotels, your wealth, your accomplishments, your awards, your whatevers and eventually, it will all be over with and the pieces go back in the box. And all you are left with is how you lived your life."   Grandma Ortberg 

Words to live by.  In the end it is how you lived your life.  I have this engraved on my RoadID - along with my blood type and emergency phone number.

4. "If you always tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything."  Samuel Clemens

Ah, yes.  Something politicians should consider.

5a. "New ideas are delicate. They can be killed by a sneer or a yawn, stabbed to death by a joke, or worried to death by a frown on the right person’s face."  Charles Brower

5b. "Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt. "   Shakespeare

If you believe in yourself, there will come a time you will have to be fearless in the face of scorn. Persist. Thomas Edison tried dozens of materials for a light bulb filament before striking on tungsten.

6. "It takes two to feel inferior."  Eleanor Roosevelt

Don't let anyone else define you.

7. "Though no one can go back and make a new beginning, anyone can start over and make a new ending." Chico Xavier

We all have made mistakes and have regrets. Don't let the past define your future.

8. "Do what you can while you can before you cannot."   Richard Powers

Don't use the excuse that my little effort cannot make a difference.

9.  "The difference between what we do, and what we could do, would suffice to solve most of the world’s problems."    Mohandas Ghandi

And while you're at it, give a little extra. Be generous.

10. "We come unbidden into this life and if we are lucky we find a purpose beyond starvation, misery and early death, which, lest we forget, is the common lot."  Abraham Verghese

Think thrice when judging those who struggle in poverty. 

11. "... truth passes through 3 stages before it is recognized.  In the first, it is ridiculed. In the second, it is opposed.  In the third, it is regarded as self-evident."   Arthur Schopenhauer

Be humble. Your first (and second) opinion may not be correct. 

12. "An idealist is one who, on noticing that a rose smells better than a cabbage, concludes it will also make better soup."    H.L. Mencken

You gotta love Mr. Mencken, but don't be afraid to be an idealist.

13. "There is no tolerance unless there is something to tolerate. And that, in practice, is likely to mean something which most people would consider intolerable."    Alfred North Whitehead

You have a right to your beliefs ... but everyone else has a right to theirs as well.

14. "Whenever you do a thing, though it can never be known but to yourself, ask yourself how you would act were all the world watching you, and act accordingly."   Thomas Jefferson

Don't do anything for prestige or status only.

15. "Speak when you are angry and you'll make the best speech you'll ever regret."  
Lawrence J. Peter

The old count-to-ten rule. Perhaps twenty ... or fifty.

16. "I think it would be a good idea."  Ghandi, when asked his views on Western Civilization

Ghandi was a great critic.

17. "The mathematicians are a sort of Frenchman. When you talk to them, they immediately translate it into their own language and right away it is something entirely different."   Goethe

Just  because I was a math major. 

18. "In science one attempts to explain something no one knew before in ways everyone can understand. In poetry, it is the exact opposite." Paul Dirac

Think about it. Made me smile.

19. "The optimist sees the glass half full. The pessimist sees the glass half empty. The engineer sees the glass as twice the size it needs to be."  Every Engineer

For the nerds out there.

20. "It is easier to bear some abuse if I reflect. I do not deserve this reproach but I do deserve others that have not been made."  Francois Mauriac

Temper your resentment of criticism you feel is unwarranted.

21. "We could learn a lot from color crayons. Some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull. Some have weird names and all are different colors, but they all have to live in the same box."  Robert Fulghum

Diversity is a strength not a weakness.

22. "It’s a hard road, daddyo, turning lead to gold."   Van Morrison

Ponder song lyrics for the joy of language - and for insights.

23. "I'll moider da bum."  Boxer Tony Galento when asked what he thought of William Shakespeare

Cracked me up.

24. "We all have our time machines. Those that take us back are memories ... and those that carry us forward are dreams." H.G. Wells

Treasure your memories but don't lose your dreams.

25. "Be yourself. Well, maybe someone a bit nicer."  Barbara Bush

Yes, Barbara. We can all be better than we are.

26. "I used to think getting old was about vanity - but it's actually about losing people you love. Getting wrinkles is trivial." Eugene O'Neill

Amen.

And the good Lord Tennyson

Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices.
Come, my friends,
'T is not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.




from Ulysses



Copyright © 2019 Dave Hoplin

Thursday, October 3, 2019

Vows


Vow. A powerful word. Stronger than promise.  Promises are made to be broken.  A promise to God. Not to be taken lightly. A broken vow is a tragedy.

Vows are most often associated with marriage. My wife and I declared our vows in 1968. We promised "to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, cherish, and to obey, till death us do part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I plight thee my troth."  Except we didn't include the "obey" clause.  We felt this implied an unequal partnership and a surrender of individuality. Maybe so, maybe not, but 50+ mostly happy years we are together and still love and cherish.

We were married young, many thought too young, and we were not exactly flush with cash.  So we chose to get simple gold bands to exchange. We decided to engrave a meaningful bible verse on the inside of the bands.  In part, because both our mothers were named Ruth, we chose Ruth 1:16 KJV "... wither thou goest, I will go".  However, the engraver inserted a typo - a single little letter and the engraving became: ".. whether thou goest, I will go".  We had a good laugh.  We each wonder if it was other's doing.  However, in hindsight I think this reinforced our partnership and agreement to collaborate and not blindly follow. It's worked out pretty well. 

Now days, the word "vow" seems to be thrown around haphazardly in all kinds of contexts and has lost its solemn imperativeness. I find this troubling.

Copyright © 2019 Dave Hoplin

Tuesday, September 10, 2019

The Older Mind

For those of you of a certain age, you surely have experienced the "404 page not found" error: your brain was found but failed to return the desired information - for something you know should be there. A name, a fact, an event, the answer to Alex whats-his-name's Final Jeopardy answer, your spouse's mother's first name, your anniversary, the reason you went to the basement, etc.  And when this happens you hear a tiny voice from that brain questioning whether your mental faculties are intact.

I am here to reassure you that you are just fine, that is, unless you fail to remember the three words, "chair, banana, sunrise" for 30 seconds on your next visit to the doctor. If that happens, invest in a sippy cup.

First. Remember that you are no longer young enough to know everything, so relax and accept it. Resistance is futile.

Second. Over your lifetime, you have stored away a massive amount of data, much of it squirreled away in dark recesses of your brain. The data retrieval process is triggered in the hippocampus and requires many, many neuron firings to reach. Some of this data has the archive bit set and that adds even more time to the search. Just the amount of searchable data reduces response time.  Ya canna' change the laws of physics.

So you are a "Big Data" host, something the 20-somethings have not yet achieved.  They have loads of empty storage and they can go straight to the salient fact. These youthful specimens retrieve data at warp speed, but there is so much they don't know and even more that they don't know they don't know.  (Don't get too cocky. That's true for you too.) There are so many back-alleys and side-streets in your cerebellum that your search may take a detour down a relevant (or irrelevant) mental mine shaft that may cause a further delay. So that fact you should know, you do know.  It just may take a while to materialize. Most often this happens in the middle of the night.  Highly illogical.

Here are some middle-of-the-night mind-worms for you. "Who played Davy Crockett on Disney's Wonderful World of Color".  "What is paprika?, Alex". "What Minnesota Supreme Court judge made his name in football". "Which Bobby: Vee , Vinton, Darin, Rydell, Goldsboro ..  played Lakeside? Or was it another Bobby?". "Dilithium crystals".

So the older mind is really a fuller mind. It's my story and I'm sticking to it. Unfortunately there is no empty trash or empty junk operation so the clutter continues. To boldly go.

Live long and prosper.  Who was it that always said that?

I prefer "Live well and prosper" btw.

Copyright © 2019 Dave Hoplin

Wednesday, August 14, 2019

Greatest Hits

When artists or authors or networks run out of ideas, what do they do? They offer up a "greatest hits" or "best of .." or "classics" or a Christmas album. So who am I to buck this trend. What follows is my 1st annual greatest hits post, not to be confused with my best of.

The easiest way to assemble a greatest hits list is to pick the most popular, which with a blog are the posts with the greatest hits. Voila. And since my top posts always appear on the right panel of each post, it's copy/paste. Somehow these are the posts that managed to strike some chord that drew in a larger community.







Top 5 Posts by popularity.

1. The Lowry Latvian DPs   This is the story of a Latvian family fleeing their country ahead the Russian advance in 1945 and their harrowing journey across the Baltic to Germany, years in a displaced persons' camp and finally coming to Lowry, Minnesota under the sponsorship of Lutheran churches in the area.

2. WWII Lowry Area Honor Roll   This is my attempt to identify all the Lowry area men and women who served in World War II.

3. GHS 1927. Absolute Zero   This post tells the story of the unbeaten and unscored upon Glenwood High School football team of 1927,

4. Minneapolis Nordeast   This post the documents a bike ride through perhaps the most interesting neighborhood of Minneapolis:  Nordeast.

5. The Bank   This post recounts the history of Lowry State Bank and its tragedies.

A different list is the "best of", which is much more subjective and impossible for me to judge. So I offer not "best" but "fav's", my personal favorites - favorites for a variety of reasons.  Truth be told those in the greatest hits are also in my favorites list.  My top 5 ..

1. Othelia's Story - 95th Evac Hospital   This is the first in a series of 8 posts documenting the WWII experiences of my wife's aunt,  army nurse Othelia Rosten, from nurses training at St. Luke's in Duluth to North Africa, Sicily, Italy, France, Germany and Dachau.

2.  Serendipity  This post is connected to the 95th Evac posts in a serendipitous way. It stems from a phone call I received from Wolfgang in Ebermergen, Germany who had found my account of Othelia's Story on the web and realized the 95th Evac had been encamped in Ebermergen for a time in 1945. Wolfgang realized this from the photos of Ebermergen I included in the post.

3.  How to do Lutheran.  A somewhat tongue in cheek, perhaps heretical,  look at the Lutheran Church.

4.  Immigrant Stock and My People.  My own family's immigration story and the more general story of immigration to Minnesota by thousands of others.

5.  The Tale of Two Pitchers   The story of a town ball summer when Paul Quitney of Lowry out-pitched Holloway's Jerry Koosman, who later won a World Series as a member of the 1969 NY Mets.


Well, maybe a few more ...

6.  Springtime in Minnesota   A comedy attempt - based on a true story.

7.  Philosopher For Hire  Another whack at a comedy routine.

8.  Herman & Dave's Excellent Adventure  Because I love baseball and adventuresome spirits. This is the tale of a 1929 driving trip by my great uncle and his friend Herman from Minnesota to Chicago, Cincinnati, Washington D.C., Philadelphia & New York City - to see baseball. Men after my own heart.

9.  6th Extinction.   A topic I am passionate about. Climate Crisis.

10. Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer.  Just kidding.



Copyright © 2019 Dave Hoplin

Thursday, August 1, 2019

A Night at the Ballpark

I attended a baseball nerd meeting recently and one of the attendees was talking about taking his novice baseball friend to a Twins game.  A hitter launched a long flyball caught on the warning track and the friend said "Well, at least he helped his batting average", to which he replied "What?". "Well, he got a hit".  So then followed an explanation that "hitting the ball" is not the same as "getting a hit".





Here is how I imagine the rest of the game ... (Tom - you will not understand a word of this.)

A "If the fielder catches the ball in the air, the batter is out."
B "Out?  He has to go out? The game just started."
A "No. An out means the batter didn't reach base. There are fly outs, ground outs, strike outs. A team gets 3 outs and then the other team bats and they get 3 outs. They do this 9 times, unless there are extra innings."
B "Extra innings?"
A "Yes. No ties in baseball and no time limit."
B  "Oh boy.  So we could be here all night."
A "Yup."
B  Ok, why didn't that batter strike at that throw?"
A "It's swing at that pitch. Because the pitch was a ball."
B "Well, I'm not that stupid. Of course it's a ball. That's what they play with."
A "No, when the pitch is outside the strike-zone, it's called a ball.  4 balls and the player walks."
B "Strike zone? Shouldn't there be picketers?  Just kidding. And walks? Like the plank?  Where does he go? "
A "First base. Maybe we should use the term base-on-balls. 4 balls and he gets first base."
B "But there's already someone there."
A "That guy goes to second base."
B "Like a merry-go-round. Wow, that was a hard hit. Why didn't he run?"
A "It was a foul ball?"
B "What, like stinky?"
A "No. If the ball lands in the stands or on the left side of the left field foul pole or the right side of the right field foul pole, it is a foul ball. If it's caught in the air the batter is out. Otherwise, it counts as a strike on the batter. Any ball hit between those foul lines is a fair ball."
 B "OK, 3 strikes and you're out even if you never strike the ball? That batter had 2 strikes so that foul is strike 3 - he's out.  I think I'm getting this."
A "No. If the batter hits a foul ball with 2 strikes, he gets another swing."
B "So it's not 3 strikes and you're out. It could be 20 strikes."
A "True."
B "There goes a long hit. It could be a Run Home. Shoot, it hit that pole. Strike one. I'm getting into this."
A "Well, ah, when the ball hits the foul pole it's a home run."
B "Run Home makes more sense. So if the ball hits the foul pole it's fair? Who made the rules for this game? ."
A "Well they claim it was Abner Doubleday but ..
B "STOP. It was a rhetorical question. Why is it called a home run?"
B "It's a home run when a batter hits the ball over they fence. He runs around all the bases and touches home plate to score the run. That's the object of baseball, to go home and be safe. Of course, there is also an inside-the-park home run.. forget I said that."
A "What the heck was was that guy doing? He just pushed the bat at the pitch.”
B "That's a bunt. He was trying to sacrifice."
A "That sounds so pagan. You told me baseball was bucolic.”
B “When a batter lays down a sacrifice bunt he expects to be out but the runner on base will advance, so he's sacrificing himself. But, he doesn’t get charged with a time at bat.”
A “So it’s like it never happened?”
B “Um, I guess, but he is out.”
A "So he's out but he never batted. This is a crazy game."
A “Oh-oh, the manager is going to the mound. Looks like he's bringing in someone from the bullpen.”
B “They keep bulls out there? Bull-fighting is illegal in this country you know. And why does the manager wear a uniform like the players. He doesn't play.  Most managers I know wear blue shirts and khakis."
A “Ok that's a lot of questions. It's called a bullpen because Bull Durham tobacco signs used to be painted on fences, so people took to calling the area "Bullpen". Relief pitchers sit out in there until the manager calls them and tells one of them to warm up, they might be going in the game. Oh, and the great manager Connie Mack always wore a suit & tie”
B “Relief pitcher? So they’re taking that poor pitcher out of the game right in front of all these people? How embarrassing for him.”
A “It happens nearly every game.  After 100 pitches or so.”
B “Wow. Batters should foul more pitches.”
A “You are catching on.  Look, the bases are loaded.”
B “Oh my goodness. Will they go off. Maybe we should leave.”
A “No.  Loaded means there are runners at every base so there’s a chance for a force play at every base and at home or possibly a Grand Slam.”
B “Ok, I understood nothing of what you just said.”
A “Well, force means when the ball is hit on the ground the runners must advance and can be put out just by touching the base they’re running to while holding the ball. A grand slam is a run home, I mean home run, with the bases loaded scoring 4 runs with 1 swing. If the ball is hit in the air and caught, the runners can tag-up and try to advance.”
B “Oy, TMI.”
A "Ouch. That batter got hit by the pitch. He gets to go to first base.  That was close to a being a bean ball. We might just have a rhubarb brewing?
B "So if a batter gets hit by a pitch he gets to go to first? Why don't they just let the ball hit them?
A "You know how hard a baseball is, right? Imagine it hitting you at 90 mph. Not something you want to happen. "
B "What do you mean by bean ball?"
A "A pitch coming right at your head, your bean. Surprisingly, only one Major League player, Ray Chapman has died from being beaned. That was 1920, before the days of helmets."
B "That's terrible. No helmets?"
B "Do you want me to go to concessions and get you that rhubarb beer now? Sounds awful by the way."
A "Ah, a rhubarb is .. never mind." The second baseman just booted that grounder."
B "Booted? This is baseball not football. Anyway, that's a hit, right?"
A "Booted is just an expression meaning he goofed up. It's an error. It's counted as an at bat, the same as an out."
B "Oh boy, I'm getting more and more confused."
B “Hey, the umpire just called that batter out and the ball is still in the air. What if he would have dropped it? For an error - heh, heh.”
A “Well, if there are runners on 1st and 2nd or the bases are loaded ... just a sec.”

A “Hey Siri. Please explain the infield fly rule.”

Copyright © 2019 Dave Hoplin

Thursday, July 18, 2019

The Docs: Gibbon & McIver

The small town of Lowry in the first half of the 20th century was blessed with two incredibly skilled physicians who were also marvelous human beings. I was born after this golden era of Lowry doctors but whenever I have heard any remembrances of these men, it was with a tone of reverence. These doctors were clearly special people with an exceptional level of dedication to the people of Lowry and surrounding area.  Their careers just barely overlapped. Both became known as "The Doc".




Dr. Luther Llewellyn Gibbon 1875-1930

I know Doc Gibbon was a wonderful person if only because my grandmother gave her 3rd son his middle name, a Welsh name no less, (Donald Llewellyn Hoplin), an indication that next to God his standing with her.







The picture at left of Doc Gibbon is illustrative of the lengths he was known to go to reach his patients. Perhaps the earliest snowmobile ever created. (I have a feeling Martin Holden might have had a hand in this.)

Dr. L.L. (Luther Llewelyn) Gibbon, a beloved local physician, came to Lowry in 1897. Doc Gibbon graduated from the University of Minnesota, College of Medicine and Surgery in 1896 and practiced in Lowry from 1897 to his death in 1930. Doc Gibbon served as a surgeon in the medical corps in France in WWI. His surgery skills were so renowned that Starbuck Hospital where he did his surgeries, drew patients from as far as South Dakota. When Doc Gibbon died suddenly of a stroke in 1930, just as the Great Depression was making for difficult times, his wife Anna, "allowed" my grandfather to buy Doc's old mammoth Hudson for $400. I am told that that vehicle was never driven in in the 30's. Cost prohibitive.




From the 1908 Minnesota Who's Who:
GIBBON, Luther, physician; born at Norwood, N. Y., March 29. 1875; son of Alfred Henry and Mary Jane (Gant) Gibbon: came to Minnesota. 1882; educated in public schools of Minneapolis: Minneapolis Academy; University of Minnesota. College of Medicine and Surgery, graduating, degree of M.D., 1896. In practice at Lowry since Nov. 8, 1897. Unmarried. Address: Lowry, Minn. 
[Editor note: Dr. Gibbon married Anna about 1912]

Dr. Bert McIver 

Doctor Bert McIver was the second beloved physician that blessed the little town of Lowry.

Author note: The following account includes excerpts from an article by Teri Blair that appeared in the Pope County Tribune in Nov 2007 and previously in the Senior Perspective. (see attachment below)

Doc McIver, as he was known, grew up wanting to be a farmer, but became a country doctor. In the mid-20th century, "country doctors used to be the norm in small towns, physicians who worked with a black bag that carried medicine, stethoscope and gauze.  They made trips to homes, kept office hours, and treated the medical needs of their rural communities - from delivering a baby to a heart attack to a farm accident, all with limited supplies, limiting transportation and little sleep."

His sister Margaret urged him to go to med school and he was in a pre-med program when WWI called. He served in the medical corps on the front lines. His son Dan remembers, "Dad always said it was in France where he received his real medical training. He became astute at sewing people up after they had been wounded.  It turned out to be one of his trademarks as a doctor in Minnesota. His work didn't leave scars."

After the war, he completed his medical degree at the U of M and had a fellowship to study surgery there. In the summer of 1930, he worked with Doc Gibbon in the Lowry Clinic, planning to return to school in the fall. Doc Gibbon died that summer from a sudden stroke and community begged Bert to stay.  Again his son Dan: "He never got to go the University to become a surgeon. He never talked about it, we never heard one complaint. But I'm sure he thought about it."

Doc McIver was an innovative physician using treatments far ahead of standard practice. From arthritis treatments to the use of antibiotics and an office that included an x-ray technician, his clinic would see up to 100 patients a day - and then deal with emergencies in the dead of night. In winter he would use a sleigh.


Gospel Hall ~1935 Dr. Bert in back in suit & tie
Doctor Bert was a man of faith, a member of the Plymouth Brethren Congregation in Lowry. He often would etch a cross in the corner of a prescription saying "this is what you really need."  Tragically, in the early 50's Doc McIver contracted ALS (Lou Gehrig's disease) and passed away in 1953. 

After the death of Doc McIver, the clinic stood empty for awhile, but it reopened with part-time visits by Glenwood doctors, Gordon Lee & Robert Letson
.  I always knew when it was Doctor Lee's rotation as he drove a classic '55 Thunderbird.  I would surreptitiously drool over that car parked behind the clinic.  I also remember his less than gentle approach to injections.

Other doctors that served the small town. (Note; I may have missed someone)




Dr. Maynard Nelson
Dr. Nelson enlisted on December 7, 1941 and served through WWII in the medical corp. After the war he worked for a time with Doc McIver at the Lowry Clinic.

Dr Beaumont Cyril Hiram Hagebak
Dr. Hagebek was the first dentist in Lowry sharing the clinic with Dr. Gibbon & Dr. McIver from 1929 to 1941, but beyond that I know not.










Dr. Lawrence Wright
Doc Wright was also a dentist and practiced in Lowry in the mid-fifties. I remember him best as the manager of the Lowry Leghorn baseball team, the slow grinding of the drill receding from my memory.

Dr. Bruce Jarvis

Dr. Matthew Plasha





Author note: For 50+ years Doc Gibbon & Doc McIver impacted the lives of virtually everyone in Lowry and the surrounding area. As stated, they were revered. I did not personally know these men so my story is lacking. I am hoping that some readers might contribute personal memories (or 2nd hand memories) of these doctors.  Please add comments below or email me  ussbb62@gmail.com and I will update this post with your memories. Thanks in advance.

Devotion was of course not limited to men.  Doc Gibbon's wife Anna was his nurse.  Doc McIver's sister Eleanor was his x-ray technician.


Copyright © 2019 Dave Hoplin


Addendum.  2007 Pope County Tribune article


Wednesday, July 10, 2019

The Carnegie Dichotomy

With a good friend, I like to do "theme" bicycle rides around the Twin Cities: parks, churches, monuments, mansions, breweries .. you get the idea.  It's good to have a goal to keep you moving.

The latest target was a visit to all of the remaining Carnegie Libraries in Minneapolis/St. Paul.  From 1906-1914, 8 libraries in the Twin Cities were built with grants from the Andrew Carnegie Corporation. One (Central Avenue) was demolished in the 1970's. Another no longer functions as a public library (Arlington Hills).

In Minnesota, 65 Carnegie Libraries were constructed between 1901-1918, 48 still stand with 25 still operating as a public library.

Twin Cities' Carnegie Libraries
Sumner Library - North Mpls



Franklin Library - Midtown Mpls


Hosmer Library (under renovation) - South Mpls

















St. Anthony Library - St Paul




Giddens Library - Hamline University

Arlington Hills (now a Hmong Center) - St. Paul

Riverview Library - St. Paul
















The libraries were all constructed with a similar rectangular design.  Most have had renovations/additions over the years but like a Frank Lloyd Wright design, they are all recognizable as "Carnegies".

Andrew Carnegie was the first noted "Captain of Industry" to espouse the doctrine that the wealthy have a moral obligation to give away their fortunes, a practice being adopted by Warren Buffett and Bill Gates (see: Carnegie's Gospel of Wealth). At the age of 66, he dedicated his life to giving away his wealth. From 1901 to his death in 1919, Carnegie gave away $350,000,000, roughly of $5B in today's dollars and 90% of his wealth.  His philanthropy particularly targeted education, funding that included some 3000 public libraries world-wide.  Pittsburgh's Carnegie-Mellon University bears his name. And of course, the arts. You might have heard of Carnegie Hall.

Andrew Carnegie's empire was based on steel, Carnegie Steel being the forerunner of US Steel, operating under his lead from the 1870s to 1901, when he sold the operation to J.P. Morgan for $492M (roughly $15B in today's dollars). He introduced modern approaches to steel production - vertical integration of raw material to end products, open hearth furnaces, ... developing processes that made steel strong enough for skyscrapers and weapons. The sale made Carnegie one of the richest men to have ever lived.  However, before his philanthropy epiphany, he was a ruthless businessman, putting down strikers (see Homestead Strike) and exploiting his immigrant workforce and destroying his competitors.  He was clearly a member "Robber Barons",  a term coined during the Gilded Age to both disparage and admire the fabulously wealthy.  "Baron" is a title of nobility, as in a MP of the House of Lords. "Robber" casts aspersion as to how the fabulous wealth was acquired. Exploitation of the working class, government subsidies and tax preferences, price fixing, monopolies, suppression of competition and labor unions were the soft commodities of wealth,  generously enhancing the profit from the hard commodities: oil, steel, coal, railroads and finance.
Note: John D. Rockefeller (oil), J.P. Morgan (finance), James J. Hill (railroads), Cornelius Vanderbilt (railroads/shipping).... and Andrew Carnegie (steel) are the most famous of the group.

When the wealthy are asked "how much is enough?", commonly it is .. "just a little bit more".  But Carnegie is remembered as a philanthropist. I suspect many have no idea how he made his money.  Today's disparities between wealthy and the average Joe exceed even the Robber Baron era (see Forbes: 3 wealthiest Americans have more wealth than the bottom 50%).

Would that Andrew Carnegie's epiphany replicate to today.

Copyright © 2019 Dave Hoplin

Addendum: Not Twin Cities but another of the 25 operating Minnesota Carnegie Libraries.
Glenwood, Minnesota Library