Monday, March 16, 2020

New Year Musings . January 10, 2020


Copyright © 2020                               John F. Oyler

January 10, 2020

New Year Musings

Although it is still 2019 as I write this, it will be a brand-new year by the time it is published. In addition, we will be deep into a new decade, the tenth one which I will enjoy. Even more impressive is the fact that my nonagenarian friends will be celebrating their eleventh decade – that is impressive!

Like any other year, 2019 was full of ups and downs. We lost half a dozen “best friends”, each of whom had lived long, productive lives. This makes our continued contact with current friends and with family members even more precious.

Rather than focus on my New Year’s resolutions, which seldom come to fruition, this column will discuss our wish list for the new year and for the new decade which it begins.  A good place to start is with the sorry state in which we find the world today.

Younger folks keep asking us octogenarians if times have ever been as bad as they are today. Certainly the Depression, World War II, the Vietnam discord, and the shock of 9/11 were worse than today’s world-wide unrest. Nonetheless the continuous conflicts everywhere are frightening, and one must hope that they can be resolved sooner rather than later.

It appears that no part of the world is immune to this disease. There are protests and/or open rebellions in Hong Kong, Syria, Libya, Venezuela, Afghanistan, and a dozen other hot spots. Catalonians want to secede from Spain; Great Britain wants to leave the European Union; and the Muslims in India want autonomy.

It seems impossible to reverse the trend toward the splintering of multicultural nations into individual ethnic-centric countries. Yugoslavia was invented following World War I as a diverse Balkan country made up of a variety of ethnic groups; today it has been dissolved into seven different countries.

My New Year’s wish is that we find a way to reconcile the desire for ethnic independence with the necessity for different societies to cooperate for the common good. We thought this was working with the European Union; Brexit is a blow to our optimism.

It is our opinion that extremism is the foundation for much of this problem, and that that is as evident in our own country as it is elsewhere. The experiment that is the United States has evolved through a sequence of extremist eras punctuated by eras of compromise. One hopes that the lessons we learned in our Civil War are sufficient to encourage moderation between today’s extremists in both parties.

My New Year’s wish for our country is that the moderates in both parties flex their muscles and work together for the common good. Let’s quit stalemating on controversial unresolvable issues and concentrate on things like infrastructure, public transportation, the budget deficit, etc. – things that everyone believes can be resolved rationally.

My wish for the Pittsburgh metropolitan area is that its economy continues to diversify in a fashion that provides meaningful, adequately reimbursed employment for all levels of society. I hope they can find a way to support our major cultural institutions as well as they do our professional sports teams. Of course it would be nice if the Pirates’ management could provide us with a consistently competitive team. We sports fans are fortunate for the continued success of the Steelers and Penguins.

Closer to home I have a number of wishes for our local communities. They have managed to survive the transition from their coal mining/heavy industrial beginnings to today’s emphasis on high technology, health care, and education as well as most of their Allegheny County neighbors, and much better than some others. I hope they continue to focus on providing the amenities that make them the kind of home towns we all want to live in.

The Andrew Carnegie Free Library and Music Hall is a perfect example of such an amenity. Their prolific schedule of musical, educational, and historical programs is a remarkable asset to this area., as is the Chamber Music series at Old Saint Luke’s Church.

Regular readers of this column are aware of my obsession with local history. We are fortunate to have Woodville Plantation in the heart of our region. Their year-round program of events is an equally valuable amenity. Last summer’s “Market Faire” was particularly impressive. We hope they will be able to expand their already impressive program/event schedule even further.

We also hope to see the Bridgeville Area Historical Society continue to grow and prosper in the New Year, and we hope the informal cooperative effort by the Collier Historical Society and Pioneers West, the caretakers of the Walker-Ewing Log House, can exploit its unique potential.

We are impressed with the resurrection of Carnegie’s business district and the old time “Main Street” feel that has returned. Bridgeville’s problems are dominated by McLaughlin Run flooding and the consequent deterioration of the Baldwin Street neighborhood. Although recent funding will help reduce the problem, the solution lies in the communities upstream which do not control storm water runoff. Perhaps a “new decade” wish for me would be a change in their attitude.

As far as I personally am concerned, I am selfish enough to hope for continued good health for myself and for improved health for several members of our extended family currently having difficulties. I’d like to be able to spend lots of time with my family and with my friends, especially the Octogenarian Brunch Club. Throw in a bunch of Pittsburgh Symphony concerts, a handful of Operas, and continued informal involvement with the Civil Engineers at Pitt, if I may be greedy.

As for our readers, my wish is that Trib Total Media continues to allow us to produce this column each week and that it provides enjoyment to you.





Notable Bridgeville Residents January 3, 2020


Copyright © 2020                               John F. Oyler

January 3, 2020

Notable Bridgeville Residents

In today’s world Wikipedia has replaced the Britannica as a basic reference for significant, as well as trivial, information.
Wikipedia follows a simple format for similar subjects. For small communities they always include a topic entitled “Notable People”. The Bridgeville entry in this category includes seven persons – five athletes and two writers.

The criterion for being included in this list is unknown to us. Synonyms for “Notable” include “worthy of note”, “remarkable”, “distinguished”, “prominent”, “outstanding”, “eminent”, and “prestigious”. That would appear to be a good context for considering candidates for this designation.

As a point of reference, Wikipedia credits Carnegie with Honus Wagner and Governor James Duff; Canonsburg with Perry Como and Marty Schottenheimer; and Mt. Lebanon with Mark Cuban and Orrin Hatch as notable persons.

The Bridgeville sports figures include two soccer players – Paul Danilo and Nick Diorio; two NFL football players – Eric Kush and Ron Sams; and one NBA Basketball player – T. J. McConnell. We have no quarrel with any of these choices although we certainly would expand the list with a few of our personal favorites.

Aldo “Buff” Donelli deserves to be added. He was an outstanding soccer player, a fine football player, and a highly successful football coach. He has the distinction of being the only man to coach a Division I college (Duquesne) football team and an NFL (Pittsburgh Steelers) football team concurrently (1942).

Vic Vidoni played in the NFL in 1935 and 1936 for the Steelers (known in those days as the Pirates). Bob “Huck” O’Neil was a Steeler in 1956 and 1957, a Calgary Stampeder (Canadian Football League) from 1958 through 1960, and a New York Titan (American Football League) in 1961. They should be considered as additional entries.

Frank Burkhart “Burkey” Jones was a good enough soccer player to play for the United States team in the 1924 Olympics. Unlike Danilo, Diorio, and Donelli he has not been elected to the National Soccer Hall of Fame, but none of them were Olympians.

Although the sports figures were familiar to me, I had never heard of either of the two writers -- C. J. Henderson and Harold Stephens. Mr. Henderson is reported to have been born in Bridgeville in 1951, to have attended California University of Pennsylvania, and then become a prolific writer of detective novels, short stories, and graphic novels. Shame on me for being unfamiliar with him.

The other “notable” writer claiming Bridgeville as his home is Harold Stephens. He is reported to have been born in Bridgeville in 1926 and to have grown up on a nearby farm. After serving in the Marines in World War II, he attended Georgetown University, and began a career of travel and writing travel books and magazine articles. I am currently reading his “Take China: the Last of the China Marines” and am impressed with his writing.

My list of Bridgeville notable persons would begin with Casper Philip (“C. P.”) Mayer. His accomplishments as a business man and entrepreneur – the C. P. Mayer Brick Company and Mayer Air Field – were impressive, as was his development of the industrial park in Kirwan Heights.

Another personal hero of mine is Dr. William Shadish. His efforts ministering to fellow prisoners of war for over one thousand days during the Korean War are unprecedented. They are documented in his book “When Hell Froze Over”. I consider him “notable”.

Other possible candidates for designation as Bridgeville notable persons are successful businessmen Frank Salizzoni, Dan Colussy, Bob McMillen, and Bill Novelli. We would be interested in input from any of our readers regarding folks whom they think should be considered.

A good New Year’s resolution for me would be to contact Wikipedia and suggest additional names for their Bridgeville list.




























Friday, February 7, 2020

A Christmas Letter December 26, 2019

Copyright © 2019                               John F. Oyler 

December 26, 2019

A Christmas Letter

Writing a weekly column is an interesting experience, primarily because of the absence of immediate feedback. My family and close friends do comment frequently, but the vast majority of my audience is remote and unknown to me. Occasionally someone I know will remark on something I’ve written or some complete stranger will announce “I recognize you from your picture. You’re the guy who writes that column in the paper. I enjoy it!” 

Nonetheless I sense a bond with all of our unknown readers and have, for the past few years, set aside this one week to write a Christmas letter to you as my way of showing my gratitude to you for allowing me to communicate with you regularly. Let’s pretend this is a typical Christmas form letter you have found folded in a card you just received in the mail.

Season’s Greetings to you from the extended Oyler family! It has been a busy and exciting year for all of us, and especially for me. We hope 2019 has treated you and your family well.

We began the New Year in Maui where I celebrated the holidays with Elizabeth’s family, Sara’s family, and John’s quite extended family, which included Lai An’s other grand-parents as well as Victoria’s aunt. Communicating with three persons whose English is as limited as my Chinese is difficult, but we do share the common interest of loving Lai An.

She is now six years old, bouncing back and forth between precious and precocious. After spending kindergarten in English in the United States, she has spent the Fall term of first grade in Chinese in Beijing. The massive exposure she has had to radically different cultures is difficult for me to imagine. It was wonderful for her to have this opportunity to interact with her four cousins.

John’s company, Beigene, is prospering; the U. S. FDA just approved their first drug.

This was my first full year of retirement, a bittersweet experience. I was happy for the opportunity to stay in bed on snowy January mornings while my ex-colleagues fought the weather and traffic to get into school on time. On the other hand I greatly miss the satisfaction of working with young people and helping them make the transition from student to engineer. I compensated a little by going into school once a week, having lunch with Elizabeth, and mentoring a Senior design team.

A major high point of the year for was being asked to give the Landis Lecture in late April. This is a prestigious honor that has been granted to world class structural engineers in the past; this time they decided to lower the standards in recognition of my retirement. It was a fine event, very well attended. I discussed the importance of focus, judgment, and innovation in Civil Engineering, using three well known case studies as examples.

Later that month was another red-letter day – my retirement banquet. It was held in the Banquet Hall in Soldiers and Sailors Memorial and turned out to be a grand reunion of students from my twenty-six-year career at Pitt. Kevin Abt, class of 1995, was Master of Ceremonies and introduced an impressive parade of students and faculty friends who said lots of nice things about me. 

As part of the entertainment the Apollo Quartet, featuring my granddaughter as first violin, performed a group of string quartet selections expertly. Rachael is now sixteen and her musical prowess is growing even faster than she is. This winter she is in the first violin section of the Three Rivers Young Peoples Orchestra (TRYPO), looking forward to performing in Carnegie Hall in New York next Spring. She spent a week at Music Camp Chautauqua; we had the privilege of seeing her perform there.

Not to be outdone, my grandson, Ian, also performed. Ian has gone to Jazz Camp at Duquesne University the last two summers. One of his teachers there is Jeff Bush, an outstanding trombonist. He put together a quartet to entertain at the Banquet, and at one point, Ian played “Ain’t Misbehavin” on his trumpet with Bush accompanying him on piano. 

Ian is a Senior at Rocky Mountain High School in Fort Collins, Colorado. When he was here for Jazz Camp in June, his mother and I took him to Penn State for a campus tour; later Elizabeth and I took him on one at Pitt. He plans to major in history in college. While he was here he helped me with research on George Washington in western Pennsylvania. Best of all, he gave me an excuse to attend five wonderful jazz concerts at Duquesne.

I always enjoy visiting Fort Collins. This summer Sara took me and Ian’s sister Claire sight-seeing in the mountains, culminating in a wonderful day-long trip on the Cumbres and Toltec Scenic Railroad. It was certainly one of the most memorable trips this venerable railfan has taken. What a thrill to ride behind steam through that magnificent country!

Claire is a classic third child, now thirteen years old and in her first year of Middle School. Like her mother she is easygoing, highly adaptable to any situation, and a perfect companion for a cranky old octogenarian. Nora, now fifteen, is an accomplished athlete, keeping her parents busy transporting her between soccer and basketball commitments. Despite all the fuss, she still is a lovely, lovable teenager.

Reviewing my list of column titles for the past year, I see that the Whiskey Rebellion showed up four times. One was as part of our series of workshops on Washington’s adventures locally. Last year we alternated them monthly with a series on the history of Bridgeville High School. The workshops were a lot of fun, but eventually the level of interest dropped to the point where we elected to terminate them.

The Whiskey Rebellion was also the topic of one of the Bridgeville Historical Society’s programs, presented by Todd DePastino. In July we enjoyed the re-enactments of the Rebellion at Washington, Pa. and at the Neville Plantation where it was part of their wonderful Market Faire. The final incident was a mock trial of the two men convicted of treason, performed by the Women’s Bar Association. I am probably overly interested in the Whiskey Rebellion, but it certainly is a key event in local history.

Having brunch with my high school friends twice a month is always fun, especially now that my brother Joe has “aged up” and joined us. It was a treat to hear him give an update on his book “Almost Forgotten” at the South Fayette Library last summer. Joe and his wife Pauline are two of the finest human beings I know; it is a special treat to be part of their extended family.

My other regular get-together with elderly cronies is our Book Review Club, which continues to find new and interesting things to read and discuss. My favorite this year was “Overstory”, Richard Powers’ masterful sermon on the synergistic relationship between the human race and trees. Powers was at the University of Illinois while Elizabeth and Mike were there; they were excited about the success of his book.

Mike has now retired from teaching Slavic Languages to college students and is enjoying giving flying lessons to prospective aviators at the Zelienople Airport. I can’t imagine a better flight instructor than Mike. The combination of his knowledge and his ability to focus on minute details is invaluable.

Elizabeth’s ability to teach Japanese literature is equally impressive. Her big project this year was bringing a troupe here to perform an English language play “Gettysburg” in the Japanese Noh drama format and to host a symposium related to it. I was apprehensive about the whole idea. The play was sure to be a disappointment and no one would come to see it anyhow. Fortunately I was wrong on both accounts, The play was quite a joy to see, and the Charity Randall Theater on the University campus was nicely filled.

Having Mike, Elizabeth, and Rachael nearby is a blessing for me – it is wonderful to be able to see them often. We have season tickets to both the Pittsburgh Symphony and the Pittsburgh Opera. It is easy to select the highlight of the Symphony season – it would be difficult for anything to upstage Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony. The orchestra is magnificent. Rachael’s violin teacher, Irene Cheng, is a prominent member of the first violin section. Through her and through Rachael’s involvement with TRYPO, we have become familiar with many of the other musicians.

For me the highlight of the Opera season was the ending of “Madam Butterfly”. When the multi-racial son of Butterfly, nattily dressed in a tiny naval uniform, leaves her to live with his American father, he turns and salutes her. That is theater at its best. Just writing about it chokes me up!

Every walk in our woods is a highlight for me. Trillium and Mayflowers in the spring, pileated woodpeckers in the summer, sugar maple leaves in the fall, a calm morning after an overnight snowfall has left an inch of snow on every twig – each of these is an incomparable experience.

This year was my fiftieth in this house. It is dear to me, full of memories of my wife, who shared it with me for forty seven of those years. I am grateful for every additional day I can spend in it.

I am grateful too for each of you who takes the time to read my columns. I do indeed wish you a Merry Christmas.