Tuesday, December 31, 2019

My Best of '19

Sarajevo

Djakovo -- Who'd ever heard of this Cathedral?

Sun Valley

Roger

Postojna Caverns, Slovenia

Bosnia: one of hundreds of "Sarajevo Roses" --
the impact splatter pattern commemorating
sudden deaths of three or more citizens
from random mortar fire,
1992 - 1996
Sun Valley

Barton, Vt. -- On watch


My B-i-L, The Seer

Ketchum

Ljubljana


Seattle Green and Glass

Zagreb

Sarajevo

Split

Mostar

Saturday, December 21, 2019

And Now We Are Four


Joseph Edward Crandall, Jr.
1932--2019

Joe is gone.
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ELHEDO, on Lake Moraine,
near Hamilton, NY,1940s

We were Seven,
we Williams, Crandall and Waller kids,
convening summers at ELHEDO Lodge
to swim and play, laugh and laze about.
‘Twas not Algonquin for “place of peace”,
as C.E. invented,
but the initials of our mothers,
his beloved “Taylor Girls”:
Eleanor,
Helen,
Dorothy.
Last time all seven were together, 1999.
Carol and Adrien teasing Lloyd,
Bruce, Joe, Fletch and Allen enjoying
him getting his.

We seven, in time, grew
and went separate ways.

Lloyd was first to pass, the eldest,
leader of the tribe.
In later years he liked to joke that
I was older, I who lived afar
and was too rarely seen;
his way of denying age
in an easy tease.

Carol was next, shockingly
Carol's, painted from a photo of me
in Maine in 1939,
the year she was born.
out of nature's order.
Loving Carol, 
who would enchant wild chickadees
to eat from her hand;
the actress who leaped in fully-clothed
to rescue the clumsy puppy
that plopped into my pool. 
She, who so loved the world
and painted it so charmingly.

How cruelly, how unconscionably 
Lloyd and I picked on
that soft-hearted ten-year-old.
She forgave us, and grew
to take no guff from anyone.

And now Joe turns and goes.

Fletch and Joe
Florida Military Academy, 1948
Stable, solid Joe, so likable;
grantor of unconditional liking in return.
The first responder, 
the fire dispatcher,
the bandsman of crystalline tone. 
His last years spent in a perpetual present,
ELHEDO memories Alzheimer erased.

He passed as peacefully as he had lived,
leaving in his wake 
a huge and loving tribe
(twenty-one great-grands.)

It's true: Joe is gone.

On these short, dark days, Fletch, 
does it ache, to know 
you are an elder -- 

-- and now we are Four?

Wednesday, December 18, 2019

Immigration and Grandfather Tales


Last Monday, Ann and I went to Town Hall to hear Erika Lee, author of America For Americans, not as the title might suggest a Trumpian screed, but a clear-eyed look at the distressing history of American xenophobia.  Lee, a Professor of American History at the Univ. of Minnesota, says “America does not have an immigration problem but a xenophobia problem.” Her presentation brought to a head my ruminations on immigration: my family’s in the 17thC and 18thC, Ann’s in the 19thC, those around us today.

Grandfather Halley Templeton Waller was held up to my sisters and me as an exemplary civic leader and public servant, a fighter for civil rights and, especially, immigrants’ rights. After all, the KKK burned a cross on his front yard, an image seared into the memory of his twelve-year-old son, Fletcher Waller, our dad and my namesake.
Halley Waller and His Son Fletcher

  But as so often the case, when one digs into family lore, the simple, one-dimensional myths give way to the complexity of human beings’ contradictions and inconsistencies.

In 1880, Grandfather Waller, age three, was orphaned along with his three brothers. Their father died of measles; his mother, they said, of a broken heart 120 days later.  The four brothers, ranging from 18 months to 7 years, were parceled out in rural Vermont to various aunts and uncles. All became well educated; three went on to medical school. But Halley, an inspired, young Christian teacher, left in his third year of medical school to take a position in the YMCA system. 

In the first decade of the 20thC, having risen to Secretary (equivalent to an Executive Director) of the Cambridge, Mass Y, he developed a uniquely successful Americanization and Naturalization program to teach and develop citizens out of the wave of Eastern European immigrants flooding our shores.  In 1912, the Seiberlings, Goodrichs, and Firestones of Akron, Ohio called Halley Waller to Akron, where Charles Goodyear’s development of vulcanized rubber coupled with explosive growth of Detroit and Midwest auto manufacturing had created a booming industry with an insatiable need for labor; those new, immigrant citizens would be just the thing.  In the second decade of the 20thC, Akron – “The Rubber Capital of the World -- was the fastest growing American city, blossoming from 69,000 in 1910 to 208,000 by 1920.   Most of those newcomers were native-born whites from Appalachia – almost universally Protestant, mostly fundamentalist; 30,000 of new arrivals were European-born. 

Halley Waller took over the Akron Y, expanding its facilities and programs with the fulsome support of the industrialists of Akron.  Halley became increasingly prominent in the community.  He was elected chair of the Akron School board and was active on Chamber and other civic organizations.  In both Akron’s schools and the Y’s programs, he promoted celebration of ethnic traditions and an openness to “otherness” in religion and culture.  From his school board post, he established five night schools to “teach Akron’s Aliens” as the Akron Times put it.  This was the Halley Waller of family lore.

But digging into my aunt Sis’s store of clippings, scrap books and his journals and researching Akron’s history, unearths a more nuanced story.

World War I shut off the immigration faucet.  Agents from industrial north fanned out into the Southern States, offering rail passage, signing bounties and jobs in the North: an escape from Jim Crow. The Great Migration had begun. Akron was just as promising a destination as Chicago, Kansas City, Detroit, Cleveland, Pittsburgh or New York.  By 1920, Akron had 5,000 American Negros – term of the time – among its citizens, looking for jobs, housing and education.  The Akron Y helped raise funds and train staff to open – yes – "The Colored Branch" of the Akron YMCA, a separate and by implication, segregated facility.  Ouch. 

With The Great Migration came a re-birth of the Klu Klux Klan, this time in the north, railing against both African Americans seeking opportunities and the “problem” with Catholic and Jewish immigrants from Eastern and Southern Europe: America for white Protestants, thank you very much.

By 1920, the Summit County Klavern boasted the largest membership in the nation, with local “dens” in every important town.  The county sheriff was a Klansman, as were the mayors of Toledo, Akron and many local union officials and business leaders.

In Akron, the issue wasn’t so much African-Americans as Catholic and Jewish immigrants. What easier targets to attack than the YMCA and the School Board. The Klan focused on public schools – mandatory reading of the Bible, segregating black students from others, even trying (unsuccessfully) to remove Catholic teachers.  Their campaign for school board seats in 1924 – that was when the Klan burned a cross on Granddad’s front lawn -- paid off, and in 1925 wielded their majority on the board to appoint a rabid Klansman from Southern Ohio to School Superintendent; Halley and three other board members resigned in protest; their appointed replacements were all Klan members.

In the same way, the Klan attacked the “West Akron Establishment”, the business and civic leadership community, alleging that the Catholic neighborhoods were receiving too much attention, the older but still recently arrived families from Appalachia and Southern Ohio too little, and that naturalization programs at the Y were just anti-unionism in disguise.  The Klan infiltrated the rubber companies, with many members among managers and employees, and became increasingly active in the unions.  All this took its toll; the industrial donor base found the Y too hot a potato to handle and began to withdraw its support.

Halley T. Waller, YMCA Secretary and School Board Chair, had become prime target #1, a symbol of all the Klan and Super-patriot isolationists and immigration opponents resented.  In 1924, he gave a speech before the Akron C of C in opposition to the 1921 immigration quota restrictions and the even tougher Johnson-Reed immigration act of 1924: admirable opposition.  But – to my amazement when I read the speech -- his reasoning was that reducing immigration and basing quotas on population patterns of 1890 would skew US population toward higher-birth-rate peoples of color and non-Christians already here, steadily diluting the European Christian values that he felt were the core of American culture: Double Ouch.   

I was stunned to unearth that bias – the second and a major crack in the picture of a fighter for immigration and civil rights. I had no clue that color or non-Christians might have been his blind spot.  He was not, I know, an explicit racist but, apparently, was a believer in the superiority of northern European, Christian values and culture.  A man of his times perhaps.  But of ours?

Under reactionary pressure, Halley Waller resigned from the Y in 1924; in protest, from the school board in 1925.  (Dad was pulled out of the public school system to matriculate from Case Western Reserve Academy.)  Halley’s friend and ally, fellow Akronite Wendell Willkie, took up the battle against the Klan.

As the Klan tide receded, Halley Waller again earned esteem as a civic leader.  But the culture wars had taken a toll. By the mid-1930s, he had lost his zeal for Christian sectarianism.  His journal entry for Feb 26,1936, for example,  reads in part:
All the deeply religious views expressed in my early journal entries are just so much inherited misconceptions to put it mildly.  Baldly, I would call it “Bunk.”  Yet somehow, my estimate of my forebears’ beliefs and the evident importance to them of these “beliefs” calls for a certain respect for which {sic] evidently had great bearing upon the routine of their lives and the quality of their character.”
Later on in that same entry he writes:
I rather find to  be true what I formerly considered almost blasphemy, i.e., that men are wont to use religion as a cloak to gain their own selfish ends at the expense of an all too credulous mass who look forward to the future life for their reward of their patient suffering here.”

But that did not dim his drive to serve his community.  In the ‘30s, he headed a housing equity effort; served on the local WPA board during the depression; chaired the Defense Bond Drive in May of 1941; and during the war, served as regional director of the Office of Price Administration. He died in the spring of ’45 without seeing the victory over fascism he so ardently wished.

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The lessons, I guess, if any: no paragon goes unblemished.  Family lore burnishes simplistic images; dig behind them to find the human, the strengths and weaknesses, the admirable and the not-so. 

On balance, I revere Halley Templeton Waller for his opposition to xenophobes and hold him up to my grand-children as an admirable example of public service and dedication to civic involvement, one well worthy of emulation. 

And of his son, Fletcher Waller? Yes, him too, but that is an even longer story to be told another time.

Where Went My Republicans?


I was dismayed in 1963 when Lyndon Johnson became President.  In 1964, I was drawn into local Republican politics, mainly to support Minnesota State legislator Bill Frenzel, a very decent guy who later became our Congressman in Minnesota’s 3rd.  Bill served in Congress for 20 years, becoming ranking member of House Budget, a powerful voice on Ways and Means, and the Congressional representative to GATT.  Socially liberal, fiscally cautious and responsible; my kind of Republican.

Back to ’64: I was sent to the Hennepin County convention as a delegate to support Gov. Nelson Rockefeller, a model socially liberal/fiscally conservative Republican committed to public service despite his elitist upbringing and wealth. Goldwaterites took the Minnesota delegation to the National Convention.  My Democratic friends warned me that if I voted for Goldwater we’d be committing troops to an Asian War within a year and ropping bombs on Cambodia and North Vietnam.  It turned out they were right, but I was torn between these new true-believer Republicans and Lyndon J; I wound up voting for neither.

My Grandfathers were Republican, one a friend and ally of fellow Akron, Ohioan Wendell Wilkie.  Wilkie was berated by classic Conservative Republicans as too internationalist, too moderate. My Dad, in turn, was a Republican who worked under FDR and Truman.  But under the sledgehammers of Sen. Hickenlooper, Sen. McCarthy, and Rep. Richard Nixon, then of the HUAC, Dad began to waver.  The persecution of Robert Oppenheimer drove a wedge between him and Eisenhower. Stevenson appeared more like the Republicans he was comfortable with, and that I was attracted to.

Nixon acted out his amorality, to no surprise in our family.  Ford, a decent guy, brought into the picture a new sort of Republican: Cheney and Rumsfeld, hints of what was to come.  Reagan lacked that thoughtful moderation I admired in Rockefeller Republicans.  He enabled in Iran-Contra the most egregious attack on our Constitution and got away with it.  By the time “W” arrived, Republican meant that good’ol boy, BBQ and beer, Southern bigot (Bush was no bigot, but his supporters throughout the South?) along with the win-at-all costs Cheney and Rumsfeld, then in their full colors.
 
And now it’s He-who-shall-not-be-named who has taken Republicanism as I knew it--socially liberal, fiscally moderate, internationally engaged--to a new, all-time low.  The GOP ain’t so grand anymore.  Gone are the social libertarians; gone are the fiscally moderate; gone are the Republicans like G.H.W. Bush and Bill Frenzel who believed in multi-lateral trade rules aimed at reducing barriers and international collaboration to address problems. Gone are men and women whose allegiance was to their principles and conscience and to our Constitution. 

Now “Republican” means selfishness, goodies for us, pandering to the resentful, preaching America First and Alone, pandering to social reactionaries who promote government intervention into marriage, child bearing, and the teaching of science and history. And looking the other way. These are not my Republicans and haven’t been for a couple of decades now.  Where did my Republicans go? 

The GOP was born in the 1850s as a third party in protest of the Know Nothings; is it again time for a new third party of principle and common sense, of outreach to the world?  I hope to see it.