You might think I'd choose a photo of Dad in a music setting. Here's a refreshing departure: a racing speedboat, a pastime Dad loved! My parents had a custom Christmas card made one year that showed Dad in full acceleration, practically a blur! I'd say it was dangerous. He told me the story of how he once "raced" a float plane as it was taking off! Can you picture Dad doing that?
My late father's birthday happens to coincide with "Juneteenth." If I'm skeptical of the holiday it's because I think we have too many holidays. We could simply skip several of them.
There was a time when we saw a push to transform Columbus Day into something else. Many re-imagined it as Indigenous People Appreciation Day. There was a concerted push to elevate "Juneteenth." You might say such efforts were "progressive." They were connected to grievance arguments. The historic injustices done to Native Americans and black people. Well, MLK Day fit in with it.
My whole point about MLK Day has been that it's "condescending." The subtle message is that we need to appreciate the crusader Martin Luther King for helping ensure that black people got legitimate rights, i.e. rights they should have been entitled to all along. And of course MLK had to persuade the white people to adjust their ways. So in the end, "thank you white people for being amenable to this."
Barry Goldwater perhaps expressed the best sentiment about MLK Day when it was proposed. "It's just another day when the mail won't get delivered."
But now there is a fresh new problem or issue staring at us. Hoo boy, it is the president of the U.S. who wants to wipe out "grievance holidays" if he can. He is limited in some ways. But he'll try to do what he can.
Trump wants to literally wipe out "DEI." And you might say that DEI is the basis or "brand" of our U of M-Morris. The concluding chapter of my father's career was with UMM. It wasn't far from where he grew up. He was an adaptable guy because he grew up in rural Minnesota outside of Glenwood, but then transformed himself into quite the big city person. I'm sure he stayed relatable to people from both backgrounds.
He got his undergraduate and Master's degrees at the U-Twin Cities. UMM did not exist then. We had the West Central School of Agriculture out here at the Morris campus.
Dad worked summers at Glacier National Park. He dressed like a cowboy during the day and then donned his tuxedo at night to lead the dance orchestra at the Lodge. Like I said, "adaptable." Although, I'm not sure how well he adapted to yours truly.
My preschool years were when Dad directed music for the U of M-St. Paul School of Agriculture. Those were precious days in my life. They came before the pressures of public school and being around kids who weren't always the nicest. That happened here in Morris. "Adversity builds character?" Not sure if that's really true.
Maybe I should have been sent to reform school. Maybe that was suggested and my parents fought it. They were in denial about my shortcomings.
Here I sit today and I can at least claim that I made it to age 70.
Dad definitely made his commitment for WWII. He floated out on the Pacific. Was lieutenant in U.S. Navy as we overcame the Axis powers. He visited Tokyo soon after hostilities ended, found the Japanese to be very passive and humbled. The city had been fire-bombed to a cinder. I guess the general behind that was Curtis LeMay who would later be VP candidate with George Wallace.
Remember Wallace? I was sort of taken by him just because he made politics into a "performance art." His wife would later say "he didn't want a marriage, he wanted an audience." There is evidence to suggest that Wallace began spouting racism only because he was a product of his Deep South culture. And, that he really knew better. He was a judge at one time. And a black lawyer would say of him that "he was the first judge who ever called me mister in a courtroom." But boy the guy could certainly handle a campaign lectern.
What a venture!
It is well-known how my father launched the UMN-Morris music program. Holy cow, all phases of it. That's an absolute fact because he was literally the only UMM music faculty in the institution's first year, its "maiden voyage." That was 1960-61. I was age five in 1960. and it is well-known that Dad scored lots of points for the fledgling (and according to legend frail) UMM.
The year was 1962. Cuban missile crisis on everyone's mind. Beatles hadn't arrived as mega-celebrities yet. But the Minnesota Twins had arrived. In fact the Twins finished second in the American League behind the still-dynastic New York Yankees. Must have seemed like a miracle. Twins were only five games behind the Yanks in fact. But that was long before the expanded playoffs. Only one team advanced past the regular season in each league.
The image at right is a rare photo of dad as a young boy. He was the youngest of five sons of Martin and Carrie Williams. He graduated from Glenwood High School in 1934. Lean Depression times, John Dillinger days. In baseball, Dizzy Dean was tops.
My father's trip to Seattle with the UMM men's chorus was significant for a reason I will remind you of. It was not so much to display UMM for the fairgoers, although that was nice. You see, UMM was part of a big musical contingent from around Minnesota. So all those musicians became vividly aware of UMM. Our chorus was high-profile because it opened the Minnesota Day program at the World's Fair.
Elvis Presley did a movie that was set at the Seattle World's Fair a.k.a. Century 21 Exposition.
Directing male singers was something my father became known for. He directed the Apollo Male Chorus of Minneapolis in the 1950s. You should see his scrapbook. He was quite the flamboyant guy. Not sure he was so flamboyant once he came to UMM. I remember him directing the original UMM Fight Song at the P.E. Annex, since razed. I watched UMM basketball there and also watched Cougar football at the old P.E. Miller field. That was out behind the present-day multi-ethnic building.
On a tenterhook
The 64-dollar question these days for UMM is whether we can keep getting away with having DEI, a multi-ethnic building and other stuff like that. I wonder what the current status of such stuff is. Can I assume there are intense, maybe fearful discussions behind closed doors?
Even as a little kid I could sense that having a male-only chorus at UMM could be a problem. Should I have counseled my father on that? Let's be clear: if I had tried counseling Dad on anything, I would have just screwed things up. Let the past stand as it is. When you see the little display honoring the old UMM men's chorus at the recital hall entrance, just reason: "Those were different times."
Hey, no women's intercollegiate athletics yet! That's a tough one to swallow. And today we have Caitlin Clark!
Long and full lives
My father passed away on February 2 of 2013 at age 96. Mom came within a month of her 94th birthday, so that's doing pretty good I'd say. Incredibly good. But death does come for us all. We lost Bunny Yerigan and Todd Hickman recently. The pages get turned, always. Life goes on for Morris and UMM.
"Juneteenth" is a Federal holiday ensconced on the calendar, but celebrations have become muted. You know why. We hear about mounting resistance to "diversity, equity and inclusion initiatives." Such political backlash looms. Our nation has elected DJT twice. An asterisk: The first time in 2016 he got three million fewer votes than his Democratic opponent. Just thought I'd mention it.
I was not emotionally close to my father. But I'm proud to remind of his exciting and productive life, reflected primarily by the existence of our campus out here.
Maybe we are such a remote place that Trump, Stephen Miller and the others will not even notice us. Maybe that's our best hope. It appears that Torrey Westrom and Paul Anderson are not actively joining their party's leader in fighting DEI and grievance causes.
Pssst, happy Juneteenth. And happy birthday to Dad up in heaven.
And hey Mom, I remembered to make a new dentist appointment today!
My father Ralph E. Williams is at right, visiting with an old U of M student friend of his. That person happens to be Malcolm Moos who at the time of photo was University of Minnesota President! The photo was taken at installation of Jack Imholte as UMM Provost. "Provost" was then the term for UMM's top person. Now it's "Chancellor." And the person now is Janet Schrunk Ericksen. The Morris paper had Janet's name spelled wrong in a headline at the time of inauguration. Of course I'd have been tarred and feathered for that misstep. I must say, a person can get somewhat confused dealing with the middle of her three names. Is it "Schrunk" or "Shrunck?" I don't think it's "Honey I Shrunk the Kids." As journalists we have no excuses (especially if your name is Brian Williams). I'd be called a dumb whatever. An event at UMM led to my downfall in the Morris print media. That event was the goalpost incident. You know, I don't think the UMM higher-ups appreciate any reference at all to that event, no matter what the reason. So it was not a "teachable moment."
- Brian Williams - morris mn minnesota - bwilly73@yahoo.com