You never quite know what to expect with children. For Halloween this year, Laura found some great costumes at a local thrift store. Jacob loved his matador costume, with a cape and vest. He had fun swishing the cape around him. But he didn t want to use the nice hat with a red flower in it that Laura found. Nope. What he wanted was the hat with plastic springy things that she got on a lark he said it was insect antennae and that he was an insect matador . This prompted some confused looks and big smiles from the people he saw when we went trick-or-treating! Oliver, meanwhile, enjoyed his pumpkin outfit, complete with orange hair his favorite part. Here s a typical scene: And, of course, Jacob running with the cape flowing behind him:

Monday morning, 1:45AM. Laura and I walk into the boys room. We turn on the light. Nothing happens. (They re sound sleepers.) Boys, it s time to get up to go get on the train! Four eyes pop open. Yay! Oh I m so excited! And then, Meow! (They enjoy playing with their stuffed cats that Laura got them for Christmas.) Before long, it was out the door to the train station. We even had time to stop at a donut shop along the way. We climbed into our family bedroom (a sleeping car room on Amtrak specifically designed for families of four), and as the train started to move, the excitement of what was going on crept in. Yes, it s 2:42AM, but these are two happy boys: Jacob and Oliver love trains, and this was the beginning of a 3-day train trip from Newton to Seattle that would take us through Kansas, Colorado, the Rocky Mountains of New Mexico, Arizona, Los Angeles, up the California coast, through the Cascades, and on to Seattle. Whew! Here we are later that morning before breakfast: Here s our train at a station stop in La Junta, CO: And at the beautiful small mountain town of Raton, NM: Some of the passing scenery in New Mexico: Through it all, we found many things to pass the time. I don t think anybody was bored. I took the boys exploring the train several times we d walk from one end to the other and see what all was there. There was always the dining car for our meals, the lounge car for watching the passing scenery, and on the Coast Starlight, the Pacific Parlor Car. Here we are getting ready for breakfast one morning. Getting to select meals and order in the train restaurant was a big deal for the boys. Laura brought one of her origami books, which even managed to pull the boys away from the passing scenery in the lounge car for quite some time. Origami is serious business: They had some fun wrapping themselves around my feet and challenging me to move. And were delighted when I could move even though they were trying to weight me down! Several games of Uno were played, but even those sometimes couldn t compete with the passing scenery: The Coast Starlight features the Pacific Parlor Car, which was built over 50 years ago for the Santa Fe Hi-Level trains. They ve been updated; the upper level is a lounge and small restaurant, and the lower level has been turned into a small theater. They show movies in there twice a day, but most of the time, the place is empty. A great place to go with little boys to run around and play games. The boys and I sort of invented a new game: roadrunner and coyote, loosely based on the old Looney Tunes cartoons. Jacob and Oliver would be roadrunners, running around and yelling MEEP MEEP! Meanwhile, I was the coyote, who would try to catch them even briefly succeeding sometimes but ultimately fail in some hilarious way. It burned a lot of energy. And, of course, the parlor car was good for scenery-watching too: We were right along the Pacific Ocean for several hours sometimes there would be a highway or a town between us and the beach, but usually there was nothing at all between us and the coast. It was beautiful to watch the jagged coastline go by, to gaze out onto the ocean, watching the birds apparently so beautiful that I didn t even think to take some photos. Laura s parents live in California, and took a connecting train. I had arranged for them to have a sleeping car room near ours, so for the last day of the trip, we had a group of 6. Here are the boys with their grandparents at lunch Wednesday: We stepped off the train in Seattle into beautiful King Street Station. Our first day in Seattle was a quiet day of not too much. Laura s relatives live near Lake Washington, so we went out there to play. The boys enjoyed gathering black rocks along the shore. We went blackberry picking after that filled up buckets for a cobbler. The next day, we rode the Seattle Monorail. The boys have been talking about this for months a kind of train they ve never been on. That was the biggest thing in their minds that they were waiting for. They got to ride in the very front, by the operator. Nice view from up there. We walked through the Pike Market I hadn t been in such a large and crowded place like that since I was in Guadalajara: At the Seattle Aquarium, we all had a great time checking out all the exhibits. The please touch one was a particular hit. Walking underneath the salmon tank was fun too. We spent a couple of days doing things closer to downtown. Laura s cousin works at MOHAI, the Museum of History and Industry, so we spent a morning there. The boys particularly enjoyed the old periscope mounted to the top of the building, and the exhibit on chocolate (of course!) They love any kind of transportation, so of course we had to get a ride on the Seattle Streetcar that comes by MOHAI. All weekend long, we had been noticing the seaplanes taking off from Lake Washington and Lake Union (near MOHAI). So finally I decided to investigate, and one morning while Laura was doing things with her cousin, the boys and I took a short seaplane ride from one lake to another, and then rode every method of transportation we could except for ferries (we did that the next day). Here is our Kenmore Air plane: The view of Lake Washington from 1000 feet was beautiful: I think we got a better view than the Space Needle, and it probably cost about the same anyhow. After splashdown, we took the streetcar to a place where we could eat lunch right by the monorail tracks. Then we rode the monorail again. Then we caught a train (it went underground a bit so it was a subway to them!) and rode it a few blocks. There is even scenery underground, it seems. We rode a bus back, and saved one last adventure for the next day: a ferry to Bainbridge Island. Laura and I even got some time to ourselves to go have lunch at an amazing Greek restaurant to celebrate a year since we got engaged. It s amazing to think that, by now, it s only a few months until our wedding anniversary too! There are many special memories of the weekend I could mention visiting with Laura s family, watching the boys play with her uncle s pipe organ (it s in his house!), watching the boys play with their grandparents, having all six of us on the train for a day, flying paper airplanes off the balcony, enjoying the cool breeze on the ferry and the beautiful mountains behind the lake. One of my favorites is waking up to high-pitched Meow? Meow meow meow! Wake up, brother! sorts of sounds. There was so much cat-play on the trip, and it was cute to hear. I have the feeling we won t hear things like that much more. So many times on the trip I heard, Oh dad, I am so excited! I never get tired of hearing that. And, of course, I was excited, too.

Sometimes you see something that takes your breath away, maybe even makes your eyes moist. That happened when I saw this photo one morning: Photography has been one of my hobbies since I was a child, and I ve enjoyed it all these years. Recently I was inspired by the growing ease of aerial photography using model aircraft, and now can fly two short-range RC quadcopters. That photo came from the first one, and despite being a low-res 1280 720 camera, tha image of our home in the yellow glow of sunrise brought a deep feeling a beauty and peace. Somehow seeing our home surrounded by the beauty of the immense wheat fields and green pastures drives home how small we all are in comparison to the vastness of the earth, and how lucky we are to inhabit this beautiful planet. As the sun starts to come up over the pasture, the only way you can tell the height of the grass at 300ft is to see the shadow it makes on the mowed pathway Laura and I use to get down to the creek. This is a view of our church in a small town nearby the church itself is right in the center of the photo. Off to the right, you see the grain elevators that can be seen for miles across the Kansas prairie, and of course the fields are never all that far off in the background. Here you can see the quadcopter taking off from the driveway: And here it is flying over my home church out in the country: That s the country church, at the corner of two gravel roads with its lighted cross facing east that can be seen from a mile away at night. To the right is the church park, and the green area along the road farther back is the church cemetery. Sometimes we get in debates about environmental regulations, politics, religion, whatever. We hear stories of missiles, guns, and destruction. It is sad, this damage we humans inflict on ourselves and our earth. Our earth our home is worth saving. Its stunning beauty from all its continents is evidence enough of that. To me, this photo of a small corner of flat Kansas is proof enough that the home we all share deserves to be treated well, and saved so that generations to come can also get damp eyes viewing its beauty from a new perspective.

Near the beautiful Swedish town of Lindsborg, Kansas, there stands a hill known as Coronado Heights. It lies in the midst of the Smoky Hills, named for the smoke-like mist that sometimes hangs in them. We Kansans smile our usual smile when we tell the story of how Francisco V squez de Coronado famously gave up his search for gold after reaching this point in Kansas. Anyhow, it was just over a year ago that Laura, Jacob, Oliver, and I went to Coronado Heights at the start of summer, 2013 our first full day together as a family. Atop Coronado Heights sits a castle , an old WPA project from the 1930s: The view from up there is pretty nice: And, of course, Jacob and Oliver wanted to explore the grounds. As exciting as the castle was, simple rocks and sand seemed to be just as entertaining. After Coronado Heights, we went to a nearby lake for a picnic. After that, Jacob and Oliver wanted to play at the edge of the water. They loved to throw rocks in and observe the splash. Of course, it pretty soon descended (or, if you are a boy, ascended ) into a game of splash your brother. And then to splash Dad and Laura . Fun was had by all. What a wonderful day! Writing the story reminds me of a little while before that the first time all four of us enjoyed dinner and smores at a fire by our creek. Jacob and Oliver insisted on sitting or, well, flopping on Laura s lap to eat. It made me smile. (And yes, she is wearing a Debian hat.)

AAAAHHH! LOOK OUT! A SHARK! Such were the cries a few first graders raised Monday. Laura and I had gone to school to eat lunch with Jacob this was his last week of first grade. We stayed for recess after lunch, and Jacob and his friend told us to pretend to be a shark lurking underneath the bridges and things of the playground. I was told that adults are too old to climb up here. So Laura and I started chasing Jacob and his friend around the playground equipment. And, much to their delight, they were usually able to evade us. And, to their even greater delight, sometimes I could reach up and brush a shoe or leg. Pretty soon Laura had enough of the game, but about then other kids started to notice what was going on. Shark-taunting began ( nana-booboo! ), and pretty soon half a dozen first-graders were running away from the shark! Eventually, it was time to go in, and it had been a great time. Jacob had been proud to have Laura and me there to eat lunch with him. He got to be the first in his class to go to lunch, happily slipping into the tour guide role he loves. Sometimes he would tell us in exacting detail what would happen. Other times, I d ask something like how will we know when lunch is over, and he d get a sly smile and say, You will see! The next day was Jacob s last at school, and Oliver had also recently finished preschool. So Laura and I planned a graduation party . We came up with some ideas of things they might like to do, and let them choose. Thankfully they both agreed on a choice: water slide. My parents gave them water slides one time, and we got one out, hooked it up to the hose, and let them have fun. And boy, did they ever! And after the better part of an hour running with delight on the water slide, they decided to turn another slide into a water slide. So I helped them rig up a hose on our slide, and they d slide down it, and splash into a giant mud puddle at the bottom. Or, as the case may be, just stand in the mud, enjoying it. We then went out to eat at one of their favorite restaurants and even had time to play in a park. Yes, a wonderful celebration. All four of us were wearing smiles that day. It reminded me of Jacob s school year, but also of the past year it was about a year ago that Jacob and Oliver first had the chance to really meet Laura. I have many photos and stories from the past year that I ll be sharing in the next little while. What an incredible year it has been!

I ve written a lot lately about ZFS, and one of its very nice features is the ability to make snapshots that are lightweight, space-efficient, and don t hurt performance (unlike, say, LVM snapshots). ZFS also has zfs send and zfs receive commands that can send the content of the snapshot, or a delta between two snapshots, as a data stream similar in concept to an amped-up tar file. These can be used to, for instance, very efficiently send backups to another machine. Rather than having to stat() every single file on a filesystem as rsync has to, it sends effectively an intelligent binary delta which is also intelligent about operations such as renames. Since my last search for backup tools, I d been using BackupPC for my personal systems. But since I switched them to ZFS on Linux, I ve been wanting to try something better. There are a lot of tools out there to take ZFS snapshots and send them to another machine, and I summarized them on my wiki. I found zfSnap to work well for taking and rotating snapshots, but I didn t find anything that matched my criteria for sending them across the network. It seemed par for the course for these tools to think nothing of opening up full root access to a machine from others, whereas I would much rather lock it down with command= in authorized_keys. So I wrote my own, called simplesnap. As usual, I wrote extensive documentation for it as well, even though it is very simple to set up and use. So, with BackupPC, a backup of my workstation took almost 8 hours. (Its incremental might take as few as 3 hours) With ZFS snapshots and simplesnap, it takes 25 seconds. 25 seconds! So right now, instead of backing up once a day, I back up once an hour. There s no reason I couldn t back up every 5 minutes, in fact. The data consumes less space, is far faster to manage, and doesn t require a nightly hours-long cleanup process like BackupPC does zfs destroy on a snapshot just takes a few seconds. I use a pair of USB disks for backups, and rotate them to offsite storage periodically. They simply run ZFS atop dm-crypt (for security) and it works quite well even on those slow devices. Although ZFS doesn t do file-level dedup like BackupPC does, and the lz4 compression I ve set ZFS to use is less efficient than the gzip-like compression BackupPC uses, still the backups are more space-efficient. I am not quite sure why, but I suspect it s because there is a lot less metadata to keep track of, and perhaps also because BackupPC has to store a new copy of a file if even a byte changes, whereas ZFS can store just the changed blocks. Incidentally, I ve packaged both zfSnap and simplesnap for Debian and both are waiting in NEW.

Tor is a proxy server which allows its users to hide their IP address from the websites they connect to. In order to provide this level of anonymity however, it introduces latency into these connections, an unfortunate performance-privacy trade-off which means that few users choose to do all of their browsing through Tor. Here are a few things that I have found work quite well through Tor. If there are any other interesting use cases I've missed, please leave a comment!

Tor setup There are already great docs on how to install and configure the Tor server and the only thing I would add is that I've found that having a Polipo proxy around is quite useful for those applications that support HTTP proxies but not SOCKS proxies. On Debian, it's just a matter of installing the polipo package and then configuring it as it used to be recommended by the Tor project.

RSS feeds The whole idea behind RSS feeds is that articles are downloaded in batch ahead of time. In other words, latency doesn't matter. I use akregator to read blogs and the way to make it fetch articles over Tor is to change the KDE-wide proxy server using systemsettings and setting a manual proxy of localhost on port 8008 (i.e. the local instance of Polipo). Similarly, I use podget to automatically fetch podcasts through this cron job in /etc/cron.d/podget-francois:

0 12 * * 1-5 francois   http_proxy=http://localhost:8008/ https_proxy=http://localhost:8008/ nocache nice ionice -n7 /usr/bin/podget -s

Prior to that, I was using hpodder and had the following in ~/.hpodder/curlrc:

proxy=socks4a://localhost:9050

GnuPG For those of us using the GNU Privacy Guard to exchange encrypted emails, keeping our public keyring up to date is important since it's the only way to ensure that revoked keys are taken into account. The script I use for this runs once a day and has the unfortunate side effect of revealing the contents of my address book to the keyserver I use. Therefore, I figured that I should at least hide my IP address by putting the following in ~/.gnupg/gpg.conf:

keyserver-options http-proxy=http://127.0.0.1:8008

However, that tends to makes key submission fail and so I created a key submission alias in my ~/.bashrc which avoids sending keys through Tor:

alias gpgsendkeys='gpg --send-keys --keyserver-options http-proxy=""'

Instant messaging Communication via XMPP is another use case that's not affected much by a bit of extra latency. To get Pidgin to talk to an XMPP server over Tor, simply open "Tools Preferences" and set a SOCKS5 (not Tor/Privacy) proxy of localhost on port 9050.

GMail Finally, I found that since I am running GMail in a separate browser profile, I can take advantage of GMail's excellent caching and preloading and run the whole thing over Tor by setting that entire browser profile to run its traffic through the Tor SOCKS proxy on port 9050.

I m finding social media is becoming a bit annoying. I enjoy using it to keep in touch with all sorts of people, but my problem is the proliferation of services that don t integrate well with each other. Right now, I have:

• A blog, which I have had for years. I used to post things like short links, daily thoughts, etc almost every day. It seems that there is some social pressure to not do that on blogs anymore, so I don t too much. My blog gets mostly edited, more carefully thought-out, longer-form posts now. I m not entirely happy with that direction though, since it means I don t post much on the blog because it takes a lot of time to compose things nicely for it.
• A twitter account, which I sometimes use to post links and such. However, I have noticed a significant decline in the number of actual conversations I have on Twitter since Google+ came out, and I wonder how relevant Twitter will remain to people in the future.
• I also have an identi.ca account, though I almost never have any interactions there anymore.
• A Facebook account, which is mostly used to keep in touch with people I know offline in one way or another. Many of them use Facebook exclusively, sometimes even more than email.
• A Google+ account. I post similar content there as I do on twitter, though probably more of it because it doesn t have a character limit. I really enjoy the community on Google+ there are few people I ve met in person in my circles, but many people I know from various online activities. And many just plain brilliant, engaging, or interesting people. As an example: I follow Edd Dumbill, the (former?) chair of OSCon, on Google+. He started talking about his Fitbit getting broken, which led me to ask him some questions about it which he, and others, answered and me ordering one myself. I just don t have that kind of interaction anywhere else.
• A Diaspora account that I created but honestly haven t had time to use.

So my problems are:

1. Posting things multiple places. I currently can post on identi.ca, which automatically posts to twitter, which automatically posts to Facebook. But then I d still have to post to Google+, assuming it s something that I d like to share with both my Facebook friends and my Google+ circles it usually is.
2. The situation is even worse for re-tweeting/re-sharing other people s posts. That is barely possible between platforms and usually involves cutting and pasting. Though this is somewhat more rare.
3. It s probably possible to make my blog posts automatically generate a tweet, but not to automatically generate a G+ post.

All the hassle of posting things multiple places leads me to just not bother at all some of the time, which is annoying too. There are some tools that would take G+ content and put it on Twitter, but without a character counter on G+, I don t think this would be useful. Anyone else having similar issues? How are you coping?

Terah and I went to the Greek island Rhodes recently. This is the second in a series about it. I am one to enjoy history. There is something deeply, well, connecting, about standing in an old place. There is a timeless quality to it a feeling of being connected to so many people of the past, and yet still being connected to change, visible in things such as weathering of stones. To gaze at pottery that s 300 years old, walk past 700-year-old walls, or pass through what remains of the grand portico of an ancient temple to Athena stirs a feeling I can barely explain, of timelessness. Although Rhodes doesn t have the famous Greek sites such as the Parthenon or Delphi, I can t help but wonder why the Rhodes sites aren t better known. They were incredible and it is hard to condense all that we saw into a short blog post. I have to start with the medieval Rhodes Old Town. We got off the bus a few blocks from it one bright morning, and our first task was to find a gate across the moat. Oh yes, A GATE ACROSS THE MOAT. It s a dry moat, and that bridge off in the distance is the gate we were headed to. Outside of the outer wall is a nice quiet walking area. The moat and walls completely surround Old Town and, for the most part, date back about 500 years. The round stones you see on that picture, we were told, were likely surplus from catapults and other projectile weapons. Cross one line of walls and you come to another, with original canons still present. The Knights Hospitaller of St. John, which held Rhodes for a few centuries until the Ottomans captured it, sure knew how to build to impress. The gate we happened to use was Amboise, the Grand Master s Gate. Right there is the stunningly rebuilt landmark Palace of the Grand Master. It is absolutely impossible for any photograph to begin to do this building justice. Between its imported Greek and Roman floors, to the grand nature of everything in it, and the archaeological museum in one corner, it was a fitting start to a visit to Old Town. Here s one of the main staircases. Just near the Palace is quiet courtyard with an old door. Pass through that door and suddenly you re in the midst of the busy Old Town. And among the landmarks in Old Town, the most prominent is Ippoton, the Avenue of the Knights. Along this avenue are the buildings built by the various nationalities of knights, many of which are historical sites in their own. Taken together, it is quite clear why Rhodes is said to be one of the world s best-preserved medieval cities. Down at the other end of Ippoton is the Knights Hospital, which is now part of the archaeological museum. Step off the Avenue a few blocks and you get to some quieter narrow streets just as old, in many cases. On Sunday morning, we were able to visit Mount Filerimos. In contrast to the busy Rhodes, Filerimos had an air of quiet and still to it. It was the site of a monastery, two historic churches, and a landmark Italian cross on the mountaintop. We arrived, and begin our visit with a walk up the quiet stone path. When we got to the top, we walked past this peaceful church. As we walked past the outside, we heard the beautiful music of chant from indoors. We got to step in and listen to mass for a few minutes. In typical fashion, directly in front of the church are two much older sites: one, the ruins of a temple to Athena, and the other a 4th-century Christian bapistery. Rhodes is a popular tourist destination, and of course we saw plenty of popular sites (such as the grandmaster s palace). Filerimos had a few tourists too, but not as many. I frequently like to operate on the plan of going wherever all the tourists aren t. And so, on Filerimos, that meant seeing what was behind the monastery. It started with this peaceful tree-lined path. And the deserted, but intentionally open, gate led to the remains of a Byzantine fortress, which had been a staging area for both the Knights and the Ottomans before their campaigns to capture Rhodes. It also provided incredible views of the surrounding countryside. The first historic site we had visited on our trip was the Acropolis of Lindos, parts of which are 2300 years old. Here s a view of the mountain from the rooftop of the Kalypso, our favorite restaurant in Lindos. The columns of the temple to Athena Lindia are visible, and of course so are the walls. The road up to the acropolis is accessible only on foot or by donkey. It is apparently the only road that has ever been used to get to the acropolis. Here is the partially-restored grand portico to the temple. There s an old Christian church (4th century, if memory serves) at the Acropolis too. The Acropolis makes some pretty good use of natural defenses too. Here s a view from one level of it. There s a manmade wall up there at the very top. And, of course, the beautiful Aegean always in the background. There are lots of cats on Rhodes. Here is a kitten napping at the top of the Lindos Acropolis: Lindos itself is a beautiful town. Here s one of the quieter streets: Notice the pebble steps leading into the houses those intricate pieces of artwork are all over. This post won t be complete without the story of our visit to the Acropolis of Rhodes. We walked there from Old Town. At the Acropolis, there are the remains of a temple to Apollo, an ancient theater, and an ancient stadium where qualifying matches for the Olympics were held. As we got closer to the area, we were repeatedly passed by people dressed in uniforms of various types. And as we got there, we joined a stream of people entering the area. The ancient stadium had apparently thousands of people in it, country names were being read off over the loudspeakers, policemen wielding machine guns were standing by, and we had absolutely no idea what was going on. At this point, you can appreciate the difference between Terah and me. Terah thought that we have no idea what is happening, she was tired from the walk, and so thought we should just leave. I thought that we have no idea what is happening, which is a great reason to stay. So Terah opted to sit and read a bit under some trees while I explored. Here s a view of the stadium as it was emptying out, seen from the theater: I explored the temple and theater, and eventually we were ready to head back. We knew there was a bus back to the New Market (from where we could get a bus back to our hotel), but didn t know where the bus stop was. The obvious place to ask were the policemen, which I thought I would do. Terah thought she would just stay sitting under the trees, on the grounds that the policemen nearest us were all carrying machine guns and perhaps wouldn t like to be disturbed. This led to my cryptic tweet:

Only ONE of us is the kind of person that goes up to guys with machine guns to ask what s happening. Me to Terah today

They told me that it was the preparations for the opening ceremony for a global shooting contest, and also gave me directions to the bus stop.

I ve sort of wanted a weather station for a long time. Lately, the ham radio hobby has intensified that, and I finally got one. When I finally got the serial link cable yesterday, well I was perhaps irrationally excited. Terah accused me of running all around the house while gathering up stuff for it. That probably wasn t too inaccurate. Anyhow, here s the sensor suite. The station is a Davis Vantage Vue, and they have pictures of the included receiving console on their site. On the upper left is the anemometer (wind speed sensor). Next to that is the rain collector for the rain sensor. There is a solar panel on the front for power, and underneath that is the wind direction sensor. The white thing underneath the back is the temperature and humidity sensor, which is inside a radiation shield. There is also a barometer in there someplace. The indoor console receives the data via a 900MHz wireless link. The console can also be connected via a serial, USB, or Ethernet link to a PC. All sorts of software can then do all sorts of things with it. The console itself, though, keeps a history, has hi/low reports, graphs, and current condition display that is quite useful already. But if course I d want it hooked up to a computer. I figured I couldn t put the console in the basement next to the server due to wireless signal strength issues, but also didn t want to require my desktop PC to be up for this to work. So I ordered the serial version, and some cheap DB9 to RJ45 adapter jacks. I have CAT6 strung throughout the house, so I simply converted a surplus Ethernet port to a serial port and it worked beautifully. There are a ton of weather-related programs out there. My requirements said that I wanted something that runs on Linux. Options there include wview, vanprod, RRD Weather Graphs, Weewx, Meteo, and the commercial non-free Weather Display. That s quite a few choices. Of those, wview had the best support for various devices from various manufacturers, which I figure might be important down the road. It can directly generate detailed weather webpages. It can also submit data to Weather Underground. Weather Underground has a feature called rapid fire which lets viewers screens update with current observations every few seconds. None of the noncommercial programs supported it, so I added it to wview. With my tree, it s now sending Rapid Fire updates. It also can submit data to the Citizen Weather Observer Program, which provides a way to both share it with others and provide it to forecasters at the National Weather Service and university researchers. It gets processed by their ingest system and is quality checked against their computerized QC metrics. Jacob has enjoyed this he got into assembling it, and often wants to go see if the anemometer is spinning. And I was surprised to kind of enjoy working with C again. Perhaps that was because I didn t have to touch malloc() even once?

Seems like everybody s writing Google+ reviews these days, but most of the ones I ve found seem to be fluff pieces. I haven t used it long, but have some initial impressions to share. First, an analogy. Facebook reminds me of the sleazy guy selling stuff from his car down the street. They do things like change privacy defaults when they think it s good for Facebook, rather than good for you. Google+ reminds me of an Apple product. It s beautiful, easy to learn, but locks everything down and is lacking some critical features. So here goes with the details. The good I think that this can be best summed up by: it s not Facebook. Facebook has, perhaps, set an incredibly low bar but still, this holds. Facebook is the only website I can ever remember using that changes things so much, so often, and so completely that I keep having this feeling of not knowing how to do things. Try maintaining a Facebook page or two and you ll especially feel my pain then. But even the basics: how many times have I accidentally posted a partial comment because I pressed Enter to start a new paragraph (that has only been the button used for that for, hmm, let s see now, decades), and instead it posted the comment. Principle of least surprise, anyone? Google+ has a simple and, on the surface anyway, intuitive interface. However, it does get muddy; more on that below. I m going to spend a lot more space on the bad below, but don t let that diminish my excitement about having a viable alternative to Facebook. I am keen to get rid of that monster. The Bad I ll start of this section with the fact that Google+ is a tightly-controlled walled garden. There is no way to take a copy of your status updates, comments, etc. and back them up with your own devices. If your Google account goes away, so do all your updates about your kids first words. Facebook does have this feature these days. It has broken half the time, but it exists, works, and I use it. Twitter doesn t have the feature built in, but its API makes it pretty easy; you could easily use my twidge program to do this, for instance. But whatever you put in G+ stays in G+. There is no autoposting it to twitter or Facebook, no backups, nothing. I m disappointed in that, given Google s prior attitude about openness to individual data ownership. (Update 7/12/2011: There is a way to get a backup, which I hadn t noticed; see comments below.) Almost as bad, there s also no way to get data in. So I now have identi.ca, twitter, Facebook, and now also G+ accounts. When I post an item in identi.ca, it autoposts to twitter, and then it autoposts from twitter to Facebook. Handy one place to notify people of my public activities. My uploads to Flickr and blog posts also auto-post to Facebook, so people I m friends with there get a picture of what I m doing outside of Facebook without me manually having to link it in. Not so with G+. There is no way to even add an RSS feed for my blog to auto-post to G+ as there is with Facebook. If you use G+, the only way to get stuff into it is with a keyboard. Poor integration with other Google apps is also an issue. G+ is nowhere near Google s first social app. They also have Blogger, Google Reader, Buzz, Gmail, etc. So here s the rub. These aren t integrated well, and when they have tried to integrate them, they ve done an exceedingly poor job of it. As an example: Buzz is a twitter-like service for posting updates. Very similar to what G+ does, right? Well, the best you can do is link your Buzz account to a separate tab on your profile. You can t even have your Buzz updates flow straight into G+, from what I can see. You have a separate list of followers in Buzz from G+. Reader is even worse; it has a sharing feature, but it s not G+ aware, so it goes to a reader inbox. But what takes the cake is the integration with Gmail Contacts. Sounds easy? Not entirely. When you add someone to G+, apparently it sometimes links the record with their entry in Contacts. And the help gives you the handy warning that when you remove them from G+, you have the option of removing them from Contacts, which could impact what you see on a mobile device. It is unclear what happens when it doesn t link the record, or how it decides which record to link (some people have more than one person in a family sharing phone numbers and email addresses, for instance.) One very nice feature of G+ is you can add email addresses, even if they aren t G+ members. Then when you post updates to the circle you ve added them to, G+ offers to send them an email with an update. Very handy. Except the undocumented part is that if you select Your circles (meaning all your circles), rather than individually ticking the box by each circle, they don t get the email. And they also don t get it if you set it Public. You have to select their specific circle, which is a significant difference from how people with G+ accounts are treated. And that s just an example. There are a ton of things that work one way 95% of the time, but have non-obvious exceptions. Some of these exceptions are documented in the help, and some aren t. I m still confused about the integration with Picasa. G+ help says that you can upload unlimited numbers of photos for free (though they will be downscaled at a certain point). Picasa has definite storage limits. But G+ uploads are showing up in Picasa. Do I really get free storage by uploading to the same place via a different tool? Very odd. And finally, a gripe about web standards. I ve been using Firefox/Iceweasel 3.5, which came out in Debian squeeze and is still supported there. It is also pretty darn new by corporate IT standards. And Google Plus refuses to let me log in with it, saying it s incompatible. Perhaps it can t do some fancy animation, but then again I don t really care. Seems Google has forgotten the old RFC adage: be liberal in what you accept and conservative in what you generate. If you can detect that my browser won t animate something right, then you could give me a stripped-down version of the page rather than an error message.

It s not very often that I watch a movie anymore. It s been a few years since I ve actually purchased one (normally I see them from Netflix). But yesterday I saw one that may change that. The Lives of Others is an incredible film set in the former East Germany (GDR/DDR) mostly in 1984. The authenticity of it is incredible and so is the story. It s subtitled, but if you re an American wary of subtitled European films, don t be wary of this one. It is easy to watch and worth every minute. The story revolves around the Stasi, the GDR Ministry for State Security ( secret police ). It is an incredible picture of what living in a police state was like, and how many of the informants were victims of the regime too. My breath caught near the beginning of the film, showing the inside of a Stasi building. A prisoner was being interrogated for helping someone attempt to escape to the west. But the reason my breath caught was this incredible feeling of I was there . Last year, Terah and I were in Leipzig and visited the Stasi museum there, Museum in der Runden Ecke . I always have an incredible sense of history when being in a preserved place, and this building was literally the Stasi headquarters for Leipzig. Much of it was preserved intact, and seeing it in the film brought home even more vividly the terrible things that happened in that building, and others like it, not so very long ago. We watched the special features on the Blu-Ray disc, and one of them was an interview with director Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck. He described how he spent a lot of time interviewing both victims of the Stasi, as well as ex-Stasi officers. One of the most disturbing things to me was his almost offhand comment that most of the former Stasi officers still had some pride in performing their jobs well. Even now, freed of the state s ideology, they were proud of the work they did which could be put most charitably as ruining people s lives. What leads a person to view life that way? How can we try to make sure it doesn t happen again elsewhere? I am happy to say that most of us have never experienced anything like the Stasi. And yet, small reflections of that mindset can be seen almost everywhere. Societies at wartime or feeling under threat, even Western democracies, can drum up those feelings. In the USA, for instance, the McCarthyism era saw people s careers ruined for alleged anti-state behavior. Contemporary examples include the indefinite detention (I hate that word; shouldn t we say imprisonment ?) of terrorism suspects at Guantanamo Bay, and the terrible treatment of Bradley Manning, who revealed some true but embarrassing things about the US military which really needed to be revealed. Even tobacco farmers and companies are selling a product they know ruins lives, but somehow keep doing it. And there are still members of the public that try to make life difficult for people that don t think like they do. From organizing campaigns of telephone harassment of colleges that don t perform the American national anthem before sporting events, to tossing about the term un-American (a loaded McCarthyist one, which many may not even be aware) at an inflated rate, we are not immune from attempts at forcing conformity or silence in others, and blind loyalty to state. I am never in a particularly celebratory mood on July 4, the biggest day for American boasting, faux patriotism, militarism, and general flag-waving. We do have a lot to be proud of and thankful for, but it seems that we celebrate all the wrong things on July 4, and see it as an occasion to proclaim American exceptionalism rather than as one to see how far we ve come and bolster hope for how far we can, and should, yet go. No, I don t think that the land of the free ought to have operated secret prisons in Europe (nor the Europeans to have been complicit in it), or that the American military was defending our freedom 100% of the time they were deployed, or that it is right for governments to mandate daily recitation of an untrue document (the pledge of allegiance) in schools. And yet, I am mindful that I have a lot to be thankful for stability, lack of much internal violent conflict, etc. And this particular day I am happy that a post like this is not something that gets the attention of some government agency and mostly that I will have a handful of angry emails to delete.

Terah and I recently decided that each of us could use a day off of not having to do work or supervise boys. Yesterday I had the day off work so that was mine. I took my Kindle, along with its Gutenberg copy of War and Peace, which yes, I m reading for fun. I slept in a bit, then got breakfast and sat down at Botanica, the Wichita Gardens with the Kindle for awhile. That was a nice way to spend the morning. Today was Terah s day off. Initially I thought of taking the boys to The Cosmosphere, one of the world s premier space museums, or to the Kansas Aviation Museum. But then I realized that the Midland Railway, a historic excursion line in Baldwin City, KS, was having their first train trip of the year. And it s the Easter special: you take the train a few miles out of town, get off, the kids do an Easter egg hunt, then also get to get their picture taken with the Easter bunny. Kid paradise, right? What could be better? So this is how my alarm came to be set for 5:15 on a Saturday morning. Oliver woke up early, but I had to get Jacob up. He was groggy, trying to cover his face and ears, and annoyed at me for trying to wake him up. Until I said, Jacob, it s time to get ready for the car trip to the train ride. Can you go get dressed for the day? Silence. Then about 5 seconds later, he jumped up, said, OK dad, I will do it, and he did. We drove our 2.5 hours. I had set out a non-dirty breakfast in the car for them the night before, so they munched while we drove. Then had to wait in a huge line for our tickets. An hour later we had them got the last 3 tickets for the first departure of the day, 10AM and ran to get on the train before it left. Jacob and Oliver both got very quiet. Sometimes Jacob especially does that when he s very excited about things. He doesn t always look it right then, but I knew I d be hearing about it later. He had his face almost pressed to the window the whole way. Oh, and yes, he dressed himself and I didn t check to make sure he had the correct shirt, or that it wasn t on inside-out, until it was too late. Oops. We rode in an ex-CP car built in 1936. One of the cars on the train was built in the 1890s quite some neat equipment. Anyhow, next came the hunt. There were two large lawns covered in eggs, separated by age group. Jacob and Oliver were in the younger group, but still only got a few eggs (there were lots of other parents, uhm, helping their kids by picking up eggs the kids were too slow to get and putting them in baskets ) But they were thrilled with the experience so that s what counts. They moved the locomotive to the other end of the train for the trip back using an adjacent track. Lots of the kids watched them couple it back on. Jacob and Oliver were particularly interested nothing could have distracted them from watching that train though they didn t particularly like the noise of the horn. On the way back, someone in an Easter bunny suit was on the train for pictures. I took the boys there. They usually refuse to sit on laps of Santa and such, so I didn t figure much success. They actually agreed to do it. And despite their expressions in this photo, Jacob later told me over and over how much fun it was to be with the Easter bunny. After we got back, we headed for the car. Jacob insisted on carrying his own Easter bag, and predictably wound up carrying it upside down for awhile. So his bag had some grass in it from picking the candy back up. Oliver discovered some rocks by a ditch and had fun throwing them in to make a splash, so we paused for that for awhile. By this point it was about noon. So at this point, what does a dad who has managed to keep two active boys in line for an hour, help them with an egg hunt and giant rabbit, and keep them from falling into the ditch they re throwing rocks into, do? Say that it s time to eat lunch and then head for home so we can be there in time for supper? Or go for MORE ADVENTURE? I said, Jacob, how would you like to eat lunch inside a big train station in Kansas City? Pause for a couple of seconds to think. YEAH! I have never had lunch in a train station before! Let s go! Shall we go NOW? So I gave them the leftover breakfast to eat during the hour drive on towards the beautiful Kansas City Union Station. It s one of the few grand American train stations that survives intact, and is just stunning. Jacob and Oliver both fell asleep on the way there. We parked, walked inside, and Jacob just froze. Dad WOW! That ceiling is SO HIGH! I can t even reach it! He then raised his hand as high as it would go and said, See dad, it is so high I can t touch it! (Most ceilings are, but this one is indeed much, much taller than most.) We ate lunch in the second level of a restaurant right in the Grand Hall, which Jacob really enjoyed. Here s Jacob, annoyed that I pulled out the camera again: Then we went exploring for an hour. Jacob talked about his adventure . We went up the elevators and checked out the balconies. Then we found the Model Railroad Experience. And oh my. The boys were visibly the most excited they had been all day. Oliver just froze at the spot he walked through the door, not caring to move and see the rest of the exhibit because he was so fascinated by what he already saw. There was a huge layout in the middle of the room, and smaller ones in adjacent rooms. We finally made our way there, and Oliver just ran round and round one of them, following a train, excitedly yelling There it is! There it is! There it is! Here s a photo from the big layout: Jacob cried when it was time to go, but I had promised them some dessert before we left, so after a bite of ice cream we were on our way. On the way home, every 15 minutes or so, Jacob would make a remark like this: Dad, the train ride was SO fun! or Dad, I really liked Kansas City Union Station! and so forth, naming every highlight of the day for him several times over: the Easter bunny, the egg hunt, train ride, and everything about Union Station. On the way home, we stopped at our favorite restaurant in Emporia: BobbyD s Merchant St. BBQ. This is always a hit for everyone in the family. A down-home place that has excellent food, is not far off our path, and never seems to have a wait. Yum.

I d like to paint you a picture of the sorts of things that have been going on around here the past few months, and with growing fervor the past few days. I ll start with church basements. Possibly a little chilly, but with a bunch of women getting together to make some quilts along with some conversation, maybe some snacks. Or perhaps about hundreds of kitchens throughout Kansas, warm with baking pies, cookies, breads, and all sorts of items. Then there are a bunch of wood shops, turning up sawdust, building things from toys to furniture. Or even a body shop donating its time and materials to put some finishing touches on a classic car. I ve also seen around 300 men getting together to practice for a men s chorus concert. I know there was large crowd of people gathering to make verenike. People always wind up running 5km on a particular Saturday morning, rain or shine. Or ride 35 miles on a bicycle on a different Saturday. Or even help build a house using as much volunteer labor and donated materials as possible. And then, of course, comes this week, where Mennonites from all over Kansas start to converge on Hutchinson, KS. I can imagine you might see some odd sights rolling down the road: a vehicle called the borscht buggy for preparing large quantities of the delicious soup. Several old tractors being hauled down the road on trailers. Semi loads of food. Vanloads of pie and cookies. Plants, trees, rugs, quilts, even a lawn mower. And then, yesterday and today, excited people ready to buy all of these things. Families with children excited to get a ride on the largest slide they ve ever seen. And, of course, so many people wanting to eat the famous food that, despite the many parallel serving areas, lines still can extend for blocks. It s all because people are hungry. Not these Kansans with pie-laden kitchens, though it s to help those in need. It s all part of the annual Kansas MCC Relief Sale. The idea is that people make, bake, build, sing, or give things to the sale. The items are then sold, and the proceeds go to Mennonite Central Committee, one of the world s most efficient charities. MCC not only helps with directly bringing people out of hunger, but also supports sustainable projects, such as building hand-operated wells to give those in need a safe source of drinking water. Virtually all of the money you spend on those pies winds up helping someone in poverty. Each year, the relief sale and related events raise around half a million dollars for charity. It s not unusual to see a quilt sell for thousands of dollars. Most of the things sell at more normal prices, but last year someone decided to add a loaf of bread to an auction and it sold for $100. And so it was this that we took the boys to today. We started with the Feeding the Multitude a wonderful meal with some traditional Kansas Mennonite food. Here s a photo: That bread is zwieback, then there is cherry moos, bohne berrogi, verenike, and of course, sausage. Here are Jacob and Oliver enjoying their food: After that, we went over to the giant slide. I m not sure how many stories tall it is, but it s big enough that they have a strip of carpet there at the bottom to slow people down at the end. Here s a photo of Jacob on my lap after going down the slide. If you zoom in, you can see the giant smile on his face. After that, we hopped on the mass transit at the sale: a wagon being pulled by a tractor. We checked out the general auction, with Jacob wanting to be sure to peer under the hood of each car present. Then after a stop to buy some kettle corn for Jacob, we checked out the plants, quilt auction, and then on to buy cheese curds. After another stop at the slide, it was time to head home. And then tomorrow is a concert of the Kansas Mennonite Men s Chorus (motto: We Sing That Others May Live). You get around 300 men on a stage signing together and wow no recording can do it justice. It s amazing to hear the power of the choir at the loud parts, but still more amazing to listen to 300 men signing as softly as they possibly can. I ve been singing with that choir for 3 years, and we ve been practicing for a few months now. If you ever hear some Mennonites boasting about something, it s probably going to be about how much money they ve raised for charity. And on that note, I ll nudge those Indiana folks reading this and point out that you have some catching up to do with the Kansas sale

I saw this on my computer screen the other day, and I ve got to say it really warmed my heart. I ll explain below if it doesn t provoke that reaction for you. So here s why that made me happy. Well for one, it was the first time Jacob had left stuff on my computer that I found later. And of course he left his name there. But moreover, he s learning a bit about the Unix shell. sl is a command that displays an animated steam locomotive. I taught him how to use the semicolon to combine commands. So he has realized that he can combine calls to sl with the semicolon to get a series of a LOT of steam trains all at once. And was very excited about this discovery. Also he likes how error messages start with the word bash .

Those of you that watch my twitter know that we got dumped on with snow recently. The final estimate reported by local papers is 17 to 19 inches. That s my car. You might understand why I went home at 1PM Tuesday and worked from home the rest of the afternoon. The county didn t get the roads opened until 5:30PM Wednesday, so we were stuck. Terah s dad kindly opened the driveway for us though. Without that, we wouldn t have even known where it was. Jacob and Oliver loved playing in the snow. It was a HUGE hit for them. Both of them hated to go back inside when it was time. Oliver had trouble walking, or even standing up, but that didn t stop him from begging for more every chance he got. On Saturday, I took Jacob outside to play. We had in mind building a snow tunnel. We went to one of the big piles of snow left by the tractor after our driveway was cleared, and I dug out a space underneath it that Jacob could crawl through. He got a little scoop (he insisted on calling it my shovel ) and helped dig too. He had a great time with it. He was very anxious to go inside, and it probably didn t help his eagerness that the cats could freely walk through it long before he could. They were around and taking a great interest in the proceedings. One of then stretched out on my back while I was stretched out pulling snow out from the pile. Finally Jacob got to go through. He had a little trouble because it wasn t tall enough for him to crawl like he usually does (though still plenty big for him to get through with lots of room to spare), but he came out beaming. I then went and got the camera and got some photos of his second trip through. You d think that this might be the highlight of a 4-year-old s snow excursion. And given his excitement, you might be very convinced of that. But you d be wrong. What Jacob really wanted was a snow train. So I drew some train track-sized lines in the snow with my shovel. Then I was supposed to draw a train engine. He had been planning this for hours before we even went outside, and I knew very well what was supposed to go on the engine: a snowball for a headlight. We then added passenger cars and a coal car, because apparently that s what you do with snow trains. And the result: When we went inside, Terah asked Jacob about his snow experience. Jacob was very happy, until she asked him if his snow train was a real train or a drawing of a train. Then he became very sad when he said it was a drawing of a train, and decided it was not what he wanted AT ALL. So today we went out again. This time I built a snow train that stands up, complete with snowballs for wheels. I asked him if it was right, and he kept saying, No, I want a REAL train. Finally I asked him what the difference between a real snow train and this one was. Apparently a real train would be on tracks, move around, make noise, and take us places. Fortunately he didn t dwell too long when I explained I couldn t build one of those. And then today s highlight was writing JACOB in the snow. He had started by drawing larger and larger J letters with his arm, and finally asked me to make one. I made footprints in the shape of a very large J, which he loved. He had me make another one, and then the rest of the letters in his name.

This all started this summer. My parents have some dimmer switches in their house, which Jacob loves. He also enjoyed turning their lights on an off rapidly to make them flash. Since we have CFLs almost exclusively, we have no dimmer switches, and we don t permit making the lights flash. (This hurts the lifespan of CFLs much more than traditional bulbs.) (I ll just put a few pictures from tonight within the story so you get an idea of what it turned out to be while you read.) So I had an idea: why not build him a box that has some switches that he can play with? And why not make it a project we can do together? So back in, I think, July, we went to the hardware store. We bought some AC power cord, some electrical boxes, and assorted supplies. I had some other supplies on hand already, so we didn t need to spend much. I asked Jacob today if he remembered that day, and he said, Oh yes! And I got popcorn to eat there! Which was, indeed, quite true. I had some surplus plywood, so I cut out two squares, one for a front and one for a back. Then, in 10-minute increments every so often over the last few months, Jacob would say, Dad, shall we go work on my switchbox? And by that, he meant that I should work on the switchbox while he pretends that my tape measures are train engines or raids the corner where disused toys are stored. After 10 minutes, he d be done. Which meant that after I gathered up my tools, remembered where I was, and got to work, I made only a few minutes progress each week. But that was fine. This week, I got it all wired up. It doesn t have its sides and back yet, but it was enough for Jacob to try it out. To add to the excitement just that much more, I spent a few dollars at the hardware store today and bought him four light bulbs: 25W red, green, and blue bulbs, and a 7.5W miniature white one. I let him choose two of them to use in the switchbox. So he started playing with it, and after just a few seconds, said, Dad, I am very very very very excited about my switchbox! And a little while later, he burst into applause, and announced, Dad, my switchbox is so so so so so fun! It is also so so so so so silly the lightbulb is green! I wired up a regular light switch that is a master on/off switch. Then the dimmer switch controls the light bulb socket but not the outlet. The dimmer switch also has a pushbutton on/off circuit, so there are plenty of opportunities for discovery. This is a play with it only with dad s supervision item for now, but after supper, he insisted in bringing Terah downstairs to show her how to use it too. He happily showed off the red and green lights, how to turn them on, and how to make the red light dimmer. I suggested he also show her what happens when he pushes on the dimmer switch, which he happily did, and also explained to her what it does. He was just amazingly excited. Every so often he d tell me how excited or happy he was, and some fun fact about it all. And, really, that s what I hoped would happen. I didn t accompany it with these words, but I hope that projects like this can serve to remind everyone that toys and gifts don t have to cost hundreds of dollars; they can be made with a few dollars supplies and some surplus materials laying around the house. But not only that, but the best parts of this project were the ones Jacob and I spent together from the time when just the two of us went shopping at the hardware store, through all those 10-minute times where he pretended my tape measures were locomotives and the tape was their track, right to today when he got to try it out. It took a long time, but when I asked him if it was worth the wait, he said Yes! and clapped while jumping up and down. And, I have to admit, as I got into the car with my $4 worth of light bulbs today, I was almost as excited as him, just to see what he would do. That s the best part: I got to experience Jacob s joy right along with him. It s a time when I really enjoy being a dad.

Shifting gears from serious tractor injury stuff to the more humorous We re all used to seeing Yoda 900 years old. I ve noticed over the past couple of months that Oliver, while eating supper, seems to resemble a 1-year-old Yoda. So I got out my camera one evening, with the results below: Or this what s so hard about lifting an X-wing pose? And of course:

This evening, I arrived at church for mens chorus practice. I was surprised to see this sign on the door:

Rudy Schmidt died rather unexpectedly, but peacefully on Wednesday morning at his home .

One of the benefits of living in a small community is that I get to know people of all ages around here. Not just people my own age, or coworkers. A few years ago, I worked on a history project for our church s centennial. Back in the 1960s, Rudy was one of the people in charge of building our current church. So he was a person I was interested in visiting with. Here he is, on the left, during the 1964 groundbreaking ceremony for the new building (the old one is visible in the background). I and a few others went to his home one time a few years ago and we had a wonderful evening. Rudy shared all sorts of stories with us which I am happy to say I recorded. But moreover, Rudy was an avid photographer. There were some rare and brilliant color slides of the church being built in his collection. He let me borrow and scan some of them. Here are my two favorites: Back in 1965, there was a ceremony at the setting of the cornerstone of Tabor Church. The people at the time assembled some papers and memorabilia and put them in a time capsule. Rudy Schmidt sealed the capsule and it was placed in the spot for it behind the cornerstone. Here is a photo of that ceremony. 44 years later, on the occasion of Tabor s centennial, it was time to open the time capsule. The other building committee people, such as Jake Koehn, had passed away, so Rudy was the one to open it. He gave a few words in front of the large crowd, and mentioned that when he sealed it away, he smelled some smoke when he soldered it shut. Jake Koehn told him, Don t worry, nobody will ever see it again anyway and they had a little laugh about it. Now he was going to open it up and see if anything survived. It all did just a few minor burn marks. We enjoyed looking at all the items. Then the church placed some new items into the capsule. It was closed up again, to be opened in maybe 50 years. With luck, I ll still be around to see it opened again. Even if I m not, maybe Jacob and Oliver will be able to. And so it seems very fitting that the last hands to touch that box for the next 50 years were Rudy Schmidt s, when he placed it back in its spot on Oct. 12, 2008.

Two years ago, I wrote about Elvera Voth and the power of love. Back then I wrote about her memories of seeing of service workers, who would be away from their home for 7 years at a time. Elvera remembered a gathering of people at the train station to see them off, and how they sang some German hymns at the occasion. Elvera s done a lot since, including starting an arts in prison program. And today, she hosted a hymn sing at the pump organ in the Friesen House parlor. The Friesen House is nearly 100 years old, and was on my parents property before it got moved to the Mennonite Heritage and Agricultural Museum. We were among maybe 20 people that showed up for the event. We walked in a few minutes early and Elvera was sitting at the organ already, along with a few other early arrivals. Many of the people there were over 70, and the moment we walked in, she said, Oh good! Another generation! And, of course, asked about us, where we live, who we are related to, etc. The announcement in our church bulletin said to bring a copy of Gesangbuch mit Noten if you have one. That was a common hymn book in Mennonite churches in Kansas (songbook with notes and yes, there was one without notes that had only words.) I pulled out my copy, and just opened it up. I saw my grandma s beautiful handwriting saying it belonged to Mr. and Mrs. R. A. Klassen . This I brought along, but was perhaps the only one. Elvera recognized it and was pleased to hear where it came from. We had a great time, and it turned out to feel like the kind of afternoon people around here used to have: time with friends and family visiting and maybe singing on occasion. After some introduction and some stories, we got to the singing and started with hymn #1 in the 1969 (English) Mennonite Hymnal. That song had German words below as well, which we sang: Grosser Gott, wir loben dich! (Holy God, We Praise Thy Name) Elvera played the organ while we all sang. And then we turned to #556, O Have You Not Heard. We read through the German lyrics (to help those that don t speak German):

Ich weiss einen Strom, dessen herrliche Flut
fliesst wunderbar stille durchs Land,
doch strahlet und gl nzt er wie feurige Glut,
wem ist dieses W sser bekannt? O Seele, ich bitte dich: Komm!
Und such diesen herrlichen Strom!
Sein Wasser fliesst frei und m chtiglich,
o glaub s, es fliesset f r dich!

Elvera translated this herself, a much more powerful translation than we usually get in English. And then we sang, this time a cappella. Elvera told the story about the train station to this group, and then, of course, we sang O Power of Love, one of the songs sung on that occasion. For that, she asked us to stand up and form a circle around the organ, and again we sang mostly a cappella. Singing that song with Elvera left few dry eyes in the room for sure. Someone brought up Nun Ist Sie Erschienen, and so of course we sang that. It wasn t in any hymnal, but I suspect we were the only ones there that didn t have it completely memorized. Elvera told us the story of the museum s pump organ; it had been in her family, and she had paid to have it restored and eventually donated it to the museum. It had been used every evening at twilight for singing and devotions in the family. She also told us that the singing at the Newton train station the same one our family uses a few times a year was what inspired her to a career of choral music. In the end, we probably spent more time visiting than singing, but that was just fine. Next the group went over to the Preparatory School, an old schoolhouse also on the museum grounds. There we had a traditional Faspa, an afternoon meal with coffee, Zwieback and jam, cheese, and various cookies. We all visited for awhile longer and then went on our way. It was a wonderful afternoon, and I hope to have a chance to do that sort of thing again.