Friday, May 1, 2026

Schrag Family History

 Hi There -

When we were at Schmeckfest ["Taste Festival"] in South Dakota last month, my cousin Dean [your uncle - once removed] tried to find a cassette tape deck to play the recording of the interview his brother Delbert [father of Katherine, Megan, Barbara, Janet and John] did with their father - your great-grandfather referred to as PJ - Preacher John. When you see PJ refer to "grandfather," they are talking about your great-great-grandfather.

Dean never could get the tape to play, but this transcript was eventually made. I'm going to clean it up and add clarification where I can. Some will remain a mystery for us all, but I felt you needed to have a copy.

My "clarifications" may themselves seem confusing, but since the tape didn't play I can't hear the various voices and the transcript and original recordings were undoubtedly a bit strained given my grandfathers age when the recording was made. I welcome any corrections!

Location: You may have to pull up a map of South Dakota and Kansas to find the specific places mentioned.

Definitions:

A "section of land" was a square mile - 640 acres. So 1/4 section was 160 acres. For comparison: The national median for new single-family homes is roughly 8,456 square feet (about 0.2 acres)
The names Allen, Delbert, Paul and Silas refer to your grand uncles - the brothers of my father - your grandfather.

Abbreviations;
g-gf = great grandfather
g-gm = great grandmother
g-g-gf = great-great grandfather
g-g-gm = great-great-grandmother

Here we go:

This tape was made in the summer of 1962, in Marion SD., in the home of our parents, Rev. JohnJ. A. Schrag, and our mother Katrine (Miller) by son Delbert. In 2019, son Allen put the swiss-German used at times into the English language.

First question asked.

Delbert: Did the Schrag's come from Russia?

PJ: Yes we did. Some also came from Germany and Switzerland. Did not know from what city.
Their group went direct to Yankton SD. Lived in Gayville for two years. I (dad) was born there and my brother Pete. From there we moved to where Allen lives. That was open to file claims.
[Putting This together, gave me(Allen) some off my own ideas. They must have had 4 people that could apply]

[This is my Uncle Allen talking]Their were no roads. A wagon trail was even visible when I worked the land. Dad [PJ] said that was the trail that led to Yankton. When roads and sections were made, I think this is the way claims were recorded. Grandpa: [g-gf] NE ¼ of Sec 30, Marion Township; Joe: NW ¼ of Sec. 30 Marion Township; Andrew: NE ¼ of Sec. 29 Marion Township. And Anna: SW ¼ of Sec. 20. This puts allthe land 3 miles south of Marion, split 3 ways.
The first house grandpa [g-gf]  built was a. sod house,built close to what we called the old granary. That could have been the house dad's [g-gf] older brother, Andrew, built. Dad [g-gf] was 10 years old when he plowed with the oxen. He also broke sod for some of the sod houses. Next was a stone house. That was located where Dean's garage is now. Our folks [My grandparents - Dad] were married in 1905 and built the house where we younger ones were born in 1907. Now Dean and Lori live there. [On that land.]

This seems to repeat information from above.

This tape was made in the Summer of 1962. Delbert Schrag interviews his father, Preacher John (P) and his mother.

Delbert: Did your dad [g-g-gf] come from Russia?

PJ: Oh sure, from Russia.

Delbert: Where from before Russia?

PJ: I don't know from Switzerland...Pennsylvania; those that were in PA were from Germany. His [Here he is talking about your great-great-grandfather] group came to SD.

Delbert: Did he come to SD direct?

PJ: In two years in Gayville. I am born there and Peter also. Those were the two that were born in America. The others were all born in Russia. [Here again he is talking about your great-great-ancestors]

Delbert: Did he [Your g-gf] build the stone house? Was that stone house on the home place where Allen now lives [This is a little confusing. Dean and Lori now live on the land that was "the home place." I think Delbert was mixed up here.] or across the road?

PJ: The stone house was exactly where the summer kitchen is standing now. [Knocked down to make way for Dean and Lori's home]

Delbert: Grossvater [Literally "grandfather" Your g-gf, I think] the land that is the old home. Before the stone house.

Mother and Dad [Your g-grandparents] don't agree.[I think Delbert is saying] That across the road, that is where Andrew, one of the older brothers built.

Mother: [Your great-grandmother]They broke the sod with the oxen to built the sod shanty, the other house was built across the fence. (Delbert: which we now think is the south Marion "Road)

Your Granduncle - once removed Allen says that there was no road there yet. He remembers when it was threshing time they had a big prairie there. There were wagon tracks that the folks said went to Yankton.
Dad's [Your g-gf, but I have no idea who the folks being discussed are.] sister, Bulger's wife, [I'm guessing this is still your g-uncle Allen talking. He stayed in SD farming, so might have a better knowledge of the history.] Anna, her quarter would have been directly north of Andrew's quarter, that is why those trees were there - you had to plants so many trees, to make a claim. Andrew built a house there and put in the trees. There were 3 quarters there, close by.

She [Perhaps your g-gf's sister]. was on her dying bed and she told her family, that she has a brother in SD by the name of Joe. So they wrote a letter to Joe Schrag, Freeman, SD. It ended up by the other Joe Schrag. They brought it over to Ben [Perhaps the author of a small orange paperback I have on the Schrag family] and Mildred Schrag. They said, we have a letter [from?] her [Mildred?] and we don't know who it is.

The Juckleys' [No idea] figured it out they talked to My dad (Preacher John) [your g-gf] and he said of course. He said, [Your g-gf speaking] I wanted to go. Uncle Pete [Your g-gf's brother] refused to go along. So I don't know, there could have been some bad blood,. I was still in school, so I drove them there. I know what work means. Day after day I plowed with oxen at the age of 10.

Allen: I remember in those days you could not move the blower He (Dad) [Your g-gf] worked on the pile, spreading the pile out, he worked for 50 cents a day. the Well-driller, welder and jack of all trades. His Dad,[Your g-g-gf] Joe, Ben Juckley continued the trade.

D: Wasn't he older? Mother [Your g-gm] Susan was born here too. (We question that as PJ always said it was just he - PJ b. 1877 and Peter b. 1875 born here She was the one that stayed over to Peter and Marie.) Daniel and Katerina were born in Russia.

[Not sure who made this comment] 160 acres was the government grant for homesteading.

Allen: Daniel ended up in Yankton. He was trying to understand scripture and lost it! I wonder if they did not have the whole half mile going to the school house because she says 160 acres.

Mother: [your g-gm] Andrew never got married. She talks about moving a barn.
Allen: Andrew died before dad and mom got married. Daniel died young. I took that barn down. There was an old barn to the north -a lean to, that was probably the one they moved. That is a good possibility, that makes sense. That was really an old one.

Delbert: did you remember when granddad died? [your g-g-gf] 1906?

Mother: [Your g-gm] 1908. Edna and Emma [my aunts] were small when Dad died. She talks about Felix [My father, your grandfather] is first born in the Stone house.

Allen: The house Dean [my cousin] took down, was built in 1907. The folks got married in 1905. Delbert says he does not remember Grandfather Schrag, [Your g-g-gf] (d, 1915) | remember Grandfather [g-g-gf] coming over with a team of horses. But Dad's parents [g-g-grandparents] must have died before us. Paul and Silas [My uncles] must have remembered something. Paul was born in Kansas. That was when Dad [g-gf] went to Bethel College after he was appointed minister of North Church.

Delbert: Do you know how old granddad [g-g-gf] was when he died?

PJ: 82

Mother [g-gm]: 85

PJ: No, it was 82

Mother [g-gm]: two years in he was a helper with the hogs.

Delbert: Dad [g-gf?] was on the farm all his life then?

PJ: yah

Delbert: They were a higher class. It wasn't right for you to marry?

Allen: the Millers were considered upper class. They had a little extra money. He donated the land for the North Church and the Cemetery. The Schrag family were of a lower class. There was a question as to whether mom and dad should get married. There was 9 years difference between mom and dad. Her Dad gave permission when Dad was going to be a minister - that helped.

Delbert: Isn't that right dad? Didn't they used to think they were better? Didn't grandfather [I think this must refer to your g-gm's father] object?

Mother: Age was probably the biggest concern,

Allen: She was around 18 which was one of the concerns.

Delbert: Did not they come from the old country? A different section?
Mother: [Your g-gm] I really don't know.

PJ: My dad had 900 dollars, and Mary only came no Freni ( Delbert: the two families are getting intermixed in this discussion)

Allen: It seems to cover both mom and Dad's families. [The families of your great-great-grandparents.]
Allen says PJ preached in high German. Some of these words are in high German,

Mother: the grandfather 84? [g-g-gf] My father? [g-gf] 84-85?

Delbert: who were some of the first people to come to this community? Was your dad [g-g-gf] one of those?

PJ: Yes, he was some of the first. But some went to KS

Allen: Some of Dad's first cousins were in KS. I remember Chris Gerhing; we knew his as "Kleine chris" he was kinda small.

Delbert: Dad had some brothers that came with him too.

PJ: They landed in NY and then from there they went to SD. Jacob Vetter is mentioned. (so we think he was naming the honorable men who came with him.)

Allen: Vetter is a distinguished way of saying some one's name. More of an upgrade to their name. Jacob Vetter, It is used among the ladies too.

Stella: [My Aunt Stella, Delbert's wife.] Was great-grandpa married when they came across?
PJ: Oh, yes.

Delbert: Dad and Uncle Pete were born

Mother: [g-g-gm] and Susan

Delbert: your grandfather did not come over? Did he stay in Russia

PJ: no, no, he was dead already. Gross vater and Grossmater.[g-g-gparents].. Jake Albrecht. He could write a book

Allen: Dad and Menno Albrecht [not sure:-)]- when they first went to Bethel, they went by bicycle. The roads were dirt and gravel. After dad [g-g-gf] married they went by car. It was just Emma and Edna stayed here. Dad and Menno went to Bethel for the school term. Paul was born in KS. The girls stayed with mom's relation.

Pete Albrecht was Menno's Dad. Once dad [g-g-gf - "elected" means received the pastorship of the North Church] got elected, he wanted to get more education. He served 'til 1908 until 1934's. Early on, the community recognized his leadership in the church.

Delbert: a family tree

PJ: Yes, a family tree.

Allen: I heard dad [g-g-gf] preach many times. One Sunday in German, one Sunday in English. Dad preferred to read the scripture in German because he said it was so much clearer, then he would translate the meaning to the congregation.

Mother: [g-g-gm I don't know what this date refers to.] 1899.

Friday, April 24, 2026

The Upside of Trump's Presidency

So I was browsing through the NY Times, making my way to play the Connections game when I stumbled across a link to an opinion piece about Trump called "Easily The Worst President in US history."

"Well, duh," I thought. "Took you this long to figure that out?" I couldn't resist clicking on it.  Go ahead and click the link below the picture if you want. Weird and depressing. But what's new?



Alright I know I shouldn't have subjected myself to that. I mean I had already crowned the guy "Worst President Ever" a long time ago. But the piece did put all the reasons in one place; the war that we're not supposed to call a war, the price of gas and, well, everything - like eggs, the crippling of science research, the interference in colleges and universities, the ballroom, the triumphal arch, enriching himself and family, the alienation of our allies, adding his name, and his cronies to the board of, The Kennedy Center, weaponizing the DOJ to attack anyone outside the MAGAsphere, ICE, and the above touch of megalomania. And the beat goes on.

I shouldn't have gone through all that again. It's like watching news videos of plane crashes. But it is like a scab. You know you shouldn't pick at it. It will just make it worse. But it itches, so you pick at it. And while I can't make it worse, I did get to wondering if this scab of a rogue presidency could have a silver lining, some good news for my grandkids. I came up with one. But to understand it we have to take another jaunt in the WayBack machine:

Target: Europe

Date: May 8, 1945. The day World War II ended.

Zooooom!



OK, here we are. The specific location doesn't really matter. Everywhere you look you see - well, mostly rubble, refugees, poverty and hunger, the remnants of once thriving countries, all the flotsam and jetsam of the war Hitler visited upon Europe and beyond. We could hang out here and get depressed, or we could jump back into the WayBack machine and take a short hop forward to 1948, and the birth of the Marshall Plan.

The brain child of Secretary of State George Marshall in 1947, the plan aimed to help in the recovery of European society that the war had left, as mentioned above, crushed by poverty, and hunger. While a significant humanitarian effort, the plan also sought to restrain Soviet influence in Europe. And it was largely successful and, over the next decade, also created strong economic partners, and opened markets for American products.

Somewhere in the History Channel's series The Men Who Built America is a relevant quote - maybe Rothschild or Rockefeller? Maybe Carnegie, the elder advising his son?  - that runs something like "When there is blood in the streets, buy land." The idea being that chaos and disaster, like those visited upon Europe at the close of WWII, can also bring opportunity to those wise enough to see it.

It strikes me that it is going to take years to repair the damage being done by this sadly demented President and his blindly sycophantic followers. But he is an old guy, and once he leaves the scene and his mystical appeal dissipates, it seems likely the pendulum will, as it historically does, swing back towards sanity. And as that reversal - hints of which may even be seen in the upcoming midterm elections - evolves there will be opportunity for those wise enough to see it.



I would not advise my grandchildren to seek those opportunities in the political sphere, where chaos seems the norm. I would, rather, suggest that they consider those areas in which MAGA has done the most damage: science, medicine, the law, the arts, the environment, education, agriculture. It seems likely that opportunity will exist and grow in all those areas as the remnants of those historic strengths that survive the next few years will re-establish themselves and hopefully fuel the recovery of our battered nation. 

Sunday, April 19, 2026

The Curse of Casual Curiosity

Again we need to start with a trip in the WayBack machine. Dates: 1955 - 1958.  Location: The ABC television network. Target: The Mickey Mouse Club TV show.  Specific Target: The Encyclopedia - Curiosity Song.  And here we go! Wheeeeeee!

Well, for those of you for whom this is a familiar landscape, you get in free with your AARP membership cards. For the rest of you this is where the familiar Mouse got his major introduction to kids all over America. His international fame was still only a gleam in Walt's eye.  The MM Club show was "must see TV" for kids back in the day. It had different themes for each day of the week:
  • Monday – Fun with Music Day
  • Tuesday – Guest Star Day
  • Wednesday – Anything Can Happen Day
  • Thursday – Circus Day
  • Friday – Talent Round-up Day
And there were some repeating "teaching" tunes, which is where we are heading - to The Encyclopedia Song, sung by Jiminy Cricket:


I worry about the current state of curiosity in today's world. Oh, there is still curiosity - that is not the problem. Rather, I worry about how easy it is to find answers that previously required days, months, years of dedication and research. Let's not even think about how the various screens on which you may be reading this post came about. Instead let us consider the lowly light bulb that is probably burning somewhere in the area.

So, let us imagine the world before lightbulbs. The world of Thomas Alva Edison in the late 1870s. Electricity was already around, and would become the center of "the current wars" where Edison [who favored "direct current" DC] and Nicola Tesla [who favored "alternating current" AC] contested for dominance in the emerging technology. Tesla, who had previously worked for Edison, won.

The problem facing Edison was that the light bulbs of the time would only last a few short hours before the filament would burn out. So Edison set about testing hundreds of different materials including platinum and beard hair. Eventually, Edison and his team found that a carbonized cotton thread filament, perfected in October 1879, lasted for 13.5 hours - way beyond the life span of the other extant filaments. Problem solved.

The problem facing Tesla was that the existing DC power systems were unable to send current over long distances and so to expand electricity to neighborhoods would require a power plant on every corner. Eventually Tesla developed a polyphase AC system (motors, generators, transformers) allowing efficient long-distance power transmission, greatly reducing number of power plants necessary to bring electricity to entire cities. Eventually AC became the global standard, and the one that led to the ubiquitous lightbulbs and the incredibly complex systems that allows them to perch so quietly in our lives, waiting for us to flick them on, pushing back night and allowing our 24/7 world to become possible.

The point is that both men invested thousands of hours in researching the answers for the questions prompted by - yup - their curiosity. And the same is true of all those curious minds we used to study in history class: Ford and his Model T, Curie and her work in radiology, Carver and his work with sweet potatoes and peanuts. All were shining examples of Edison's contention that "genius is 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration." And, I would contend, is motivated by a driving curiosity.

Satisfying curiosity was hard work. It took time, dedication, the ability to work through repeated failure, and yes, that perspiration.

How do we deal with curiosity in today's world? When we wonder about something? When we are confronted with a problem we need to solve? Well, duh! We casually "google" it - a strange verb that we all understand. We go online where the greatest challenge to our creativity is deciding which search engine to use and how we construct our search terms.

Mind you, I'm not knocking it. I'm as guilty as the next guy when it comes to pulling out my phone to settle dinner table debates. But I'm an old guy. For cryin' out loud, I watched The Mickey Mouse Club when it was new! I am not at the point in my life where I am looking to invest a few decades in calming my curiosity. But besides - and this is really important - I'm not ready to assume that what I read online, what may be constructed by AI, is true.

Everything that appears on our screens is created by someone - or, increasingly these days, something. The President's "Truth Social" is his truth - not some incontrovertible "truth" writ large. It presents "truth" as he sees it - at that moment. Subject to his uniquely swiftly shifting perspective and mood.

This post - all of Schrag Wall - is my truth. Based on my perspective and mood. You need to consider it's truth as closely as you would Truth Social. And that is true of the entire online world. What was it that President Reagan said? "Trust, then verify."

These days when considering the internet we might invert that, "verify before trusting," the old "sez who!?" test. But that is not the major problem. The concern I have is for the generations who have always had the internet. Who seem inclined to casually trust it, not only with their personal lives, but also with the answers it provides in response to their curiosity:

"Hmmm. I wonder if there is a ninth planet out beyond Neptune? If so, will its orbit eventually destroy earth? I guess I'll go online and see. Wow! A lot of different "truths" out here. Maybe I'll choose one. Or maybe instead I'll just check my Facebook page. See what's happening with my BFFs."

No. Maybe one ought to spend a decade or two studying astronomy, telescopes, optical, digital, radio, terrestrial, space-based, maybe on Mars? Interpretation of resultant data, and come up with a system that better addresses that curiosity.

We have obviously progressed far beyond Jiminy Cricket's encyclopedia, but hopefully the cat is as curious as ever. And just as hopefully, those young internet-savvy curious cats out there will distill methods that allow them to peer through the increasingly dense thicket of varying online perspectives. And, in doing so, provide us with better science, better medicine, better art and literature, better politics, better truth - better lives. 

Monday, April 13, 2026

This Land is Your Land

 This land is my land . . . . .


And when traveling to South Dakota, as I have done many many times over the last 70 years or so it certainly did seem that this wind-swept prairie was my land. Especially after another recent community gathering put together by hundreds of volunteers from the community including many of my family still living here.


This year we had gathered to celebrate Schmeckfest - literally a "tasting festival" - a yearly event to raise funds for the Freeman Academy/Junior College where many of our clan had attended, graduated, taught. This year it was a bittersweet celebration as it was - in all likelihood - going to be the last Schmeckfest. Declining enrollment, necessary increases in tuition, and competition with the local public schools, had forced the closing of the school.

But in the past we would go visit our cousins, city kids pretending to belong - if only for a little while - on the farm.  We continued affirming that notion of belonging as we reconnected with family still living on the land. And affirming that connection just as strongly, if not moreso, when visiting the cemetery in Freeman, SD, paying our respects to people literally in the land. My grandparents are buried there:



And a tree is dedicated to my parents in a nearby arboretum:



And furthermore to honor the more than 100 other Schrags are listed in the cemetery directory.

So in a very real way this is my land.

But Woody Guthrie went on to say "From California to the New York Island." And as I looked around me at the various Schrags who had gathered for this event I realized that this line was more descriptive of the current state of our family. We currently reside in all corners of America - Northwest, Southwest, Northeast, Southeast, and in the Midlands.

Maybe this, in part, explains why I, strangely, no longer feel "at home" in the places that used to "be home," used to "feel like home" to me. The memories are still there. I still feel a pull in my heart when I stand in the spaces that crafted those memories. But nowhere really feels like home. Now, before you say "how terrible!" Let me clarify.

It is no longer the land that defines home for me - it is the people in and on and somewhere about the land that shapes my definition of home. Maybe it was in the 1800s and 1900s when people "stayed put" that home and place became intertwined.  Moving "to town" or "to the city" became issues of significance because you were leaving "the land" breaking ties with kith and kin.

In this millennium we carry our family around in our purses and pockets. That outsized anxiety we feel when we misplace our phone or tablet is not the fear of losing a chunk of silicon and plastic - it is the fear of losing touch with family, with friends, with work mates - a fear of being alone in the world. 

These digital connections - these surrogates for a physical home - are strange and complex entities. There is certainly comfort in the avatars of loved ones that snuggle inside our technology. They allow for those quasi-personal interactions that often get stretched and fragmented when we gather "for real" in treasured celebrations, reunions, and holidays. But the avatars are not "real." The glance, the touch, the hug, the fleeting expression - a smile, a frown - are at risk. And digital interactions are "glitchy." These Wall posts go out to you as anonymous posts. You never know who else is "on The Wall." And I never know who reads the posts unless you comment. I structure The Wall that way because it is not my prerogative to intrude.

Maybe Virtual Reality will eventually do a bit to restore the commonality of land and place to the notion of "This land is your land." Goggles on everyone!

But for now I think I will stick with the idea of a family across "the land" digitally linked by caring, community and love. Linked strangely by the cellphones and tablets in our hands - that land is our land.

Tuesday, April 7, 2026

BAPAKYAL

To understand BAPAKYAL, we need to take another brief trip into the WayBack machine here - actually a couple. But let us start by jumping back to the turn of the millennium around 2000. Won't be the favorite chuck of time for me were I ever to write my memoir - tiny chapter. Marriage falling apart, teaching primarily online generating money for the department, but losing face time with students and gaining no recognition from my colleagues who were unaware of the real benefits they were reaping from my distance learning endeavors. Pretty blah all around.

Throughout, I had been talking with a friend over in media services. Those are the people who functioned as sort of a TV station for the university, so with my tech-heavy involvement I had come to know them pretty well. Anyhow this woman seemed pretty well grounded in life in general - her own solid relationship argued for that. So we chatted back and forth, largely online as Media Services was over on another part of campus. Well, one day she signed her email BAPAKYAL. And, no, I had no idea what it meant.  So I wisely responded: "Huh?" She explained that it meant "BeAtPeaceAndKnowYouAreLoved - BAPAKYAL." Well, obviously, So, this was her way of telling me "Stop feeling sorry for yourself. There are people who care about you. Move on." It was very helpful in my doing just that.

I think about that sig a lot these days when the would seems to be so devoid of love. And here we have to hop back into the WayBack machine. Here we go:

Settings: Fall of 1968.

Location: Kalamazoo College. Dr.Poggi's classroom; Greek 1.
Topic: Love.

So here we have a classroom full of college students and the topic is going to be love. The hormones are cranked on high, until Dr. Poggi begins:

"Today we are going to talk about the two forms of love discussed in the plays you will be translating: Eros and agape. [a few snickers from the class].

Poggi continues: "Eros and Agape are two distinct types of love in Greek philosophy and theology. Eros is passionate, romantic, or sexual love, often characterized by desire and possession. [A few more snickers.] Agape is selfless, unconditional, and sacrificial love, frequently identified as the highest, spiritual form of love and associated with God's love for humanity

So let us step outside the WayBack machine and look around at today's reality. I cannot recall a time in my life when THE WORLD is seeming to spiral so out of control. The post on The Decade of Dementia laid out the primary reasons I can no longer look to my country as a voice of reason on the global stage - sadly quite the opposite. "Bombing anyone back to the stone age!" used to be a phrase from sci-fi films coming out of the mouths on maniacal villains, before the hero stepped in to save the world. 

But craziness is not a local issue. The World Population Review lists these countries as being currently at war - the list is a bit dated. [The broken images are the flags of the various countries - sorry about that glitch]




Iraq Flag
Terrorist Insurgency/Political Unrest
Nigeria Flag
Terrorist Insurgency
Bangladesh Flag
Terrorist Insurgency
DR Congo Flag
Terrorist Insurgency
Iran Flag
Terrorist Insurgency
Tanzania Flag
Terrorist Insurgency
Thailand Flag
Terrorist Insurgency
Uganda Flag
Terrorist Insurgency
Algeria Flag
Terrorist Insurgency
Angola Flag
Terrorist Insurgency
Morocco Flag
Terrorist Insurgency
Ivory Coast Flag
Terrorist Insurgency
Cameroon Flag
Terrorist Insurgency
Niger Flag
Terrorist Insurgency
Mali Flag
Terrorist Insurgency
Burkina Faso Flag
Terrorist Insurgency
Chad Flag
Terrorist Insurgency
Benin Flag
Terrorist Insurgency
Rwanda Flag
Terrorist Insurgency
Tunisia Flag
Terrorist Insurgency
Togo Flag
Terrorist Insurgency
Libya Flag
Terrorist Insurgency
Russia Flag
Russo-Ukrainian War
Ukraine Flag
Russo-Ukrainian War
Israel Flag
Israel-Palestine War
Palestine Flag
Israel-Palestine War
South Sudan Flag
Ethnic violence
Mexico Flag
Drug War
Afghanistan Flag
Civil War/Terrorist Insurgency
Haiti Flag
Civil War/Gang War
Colombia Flag
Civil War/Drug War
Ecuador Flag
Civil War/Drug War
Ethiopia Flag
Civil War
Myanmar Flag
Civil War
Sudan Flag
Civil War
Yemen Flag
Civil War
Mozambique Flag
Civil War
Somalia Flag
Civil War
Central African Republic Flag
Civil War
Pakistan Flag
Afghanistan-Pakistan Border Conflict

You may be as surprised as I to not see the US on that list, but then I remembered that according to President Trump we are not at war , still . . . if it looks like a duck, sounds like a duck, swims like a duck ... well, you know the answer to that.

So I began to think about that old email sig: BAPAKYAL, and how it might help one cope with the current depressing view of a world in ashes. And that of course made me think of Willie Nelson, and his version of the song "Just Breathe" by Pearl Jam, written by Eddie Vedder. Part of the lyric goes like this:

Oh, I'm a lucky man
To count on both hands
The ones I love.

Also sort of reminded me of "Stop feeling sorry for yourself. There are people who care about you. Move on." 

Which prompted me to sort of narrow my focus, pull away from the news and the wars of the world and realize that "I'm a lucky man." They are not legion, but I can count them on both hands - adding in a few toes depending on your definition.

And having lowered my blood pressure a bit with that reflection, I let my focus expand a bit.  I thought of my dear, sadly departed, Uncle Calvin, who taught philosophy at Purdue University into his 90s. A quick internet search reveals that he authored 21 books. I particularly remember Existence and Freedom - which he gave to me on my 13th birthday. I put off actually reading it for a number of years.

But I more strongly remember a conversation we had a year or two before his death. In that talk - I'm not sure where - maybe a family reunion? - he shared that he had reached the conclusion that of all human reflections, beliefs, and emotions, love was paramount.

It is a conclusion that places him among the great philosophers and theologians of history. I can only hope that those in positions of power in the world today can finally stumble upon that conclusion and realize that war is not the answer.

In the meantime - BAPAKYAL