Herbert Hoover by David Holford, Eslow Publishers, Berleley Heights, NJ, Copyright 1999, 128 pages
Once again, rather than slog my way through an expensive 400 page length book to learn about Herbert Hoover, I selected a book of 128 pages from the juvenile section of the library. It is written in 6th grade level. All I really knew about Hoover was that he was President when the stock market crashed and that when one diligently cleans out all of the contents of an egg (wasting none of the white) is to “Hooverize” the egg. It was a popular stigma that at one time, Hoover was the most hated man in America. I wanted to know why.
Holford begins the book with a chapter on the Bonus Army. This was a large group of World War I veterans who held certificates that would collect one thousand dollars in 1945. They loudly demanded that the bonus money be paid in 1932 when the Depression was about at the lowest point. Somehow they found the resources to come to Washington D.C. and camp outside the capitol leaving decay and destruction in their wake. When Congress voted no on their demands, they refused to leave. The U.S. Army in an attempt to push the protestors off the capitol grounds set the camp on fire. Hoover took the blame once more although he did not order the extreme measure.
Then Holford starts at the beginning of Hoover’s life in West Branch, Iowa. “Bert” was a sickly child and at one time believed to be dead; the family left him, a two-year old lying on the table with a blanket over his head. When someone saw movement and just then the doctor arrived Hoover survived. One family member prophetically said, “He will do great things some day.” Hoover was orphaned when both parents died. He was 11 years old when he was sent to live with an uncle in Oregon.
He enrolled in Stanford University in its first year open. With scanty education, he took the enrollment test twice to pass. His English composition scores were the blame. He graduated with a degree in geology and entered the field of mining. Although he had a college degree, he was forced to start from the ground up. From that beginning, Hoover learned to be resourceful and respectful of the average working man. Although he prospered in the mining business eventually working in several foreign countries; his beginning was meager. Before becoming President, he was independently wealthy. He was forced to receive pay for serving as President, but he donated all of the money to charities. Only one other President has done that: John F. Kennedy.
Hoover never yearned to be active in government. Woodrow Wilson asked Hoover to go to Europe after World War I to run a relief program to feed those who were left in dire poverty after the War. Harding appointed Hoover as Commerce Secretary and Coolidge left Hoover in place in that cabinet office. During the 1920’s America prospered and the economy boomed. It seemed that everyone wanted a piece of the stock market. The policies of the Coolidge administration helped the economy to thrive.
Overconfident, banks loaned money to people in order for them to buy stock. The loans were unsecured. When the stock market crashed, so did the banks. The Depression was not Hoover’s fault. It was caused by greed, Holford explains.
Hoover went on after his four years as President to continue humanitarian efforts. Truman asked him to go to Europe again after World War II. Truman and Hoover enjoyed a long time friendship as unlikely as that would seem. The book shows a picture of a telegram that Truman sent thanking Hoover for a birthday greeting.
Children were always important to Hoover, and for more than 25 years he was chairman of the Boy’s Club of America that strove to keep boys occupied with good things rather than roam the streets in gangs. He hand wrote thousands of letters to children in reply if they sent him a letter. That practice continued right up to his death in 1964. He was 90 years old. He is buried in the town of his birthplace in West Branch, Iowa. It is also the site of his Presidential Library.
Holford’s presentation of Hoover is a very healthy, honest approach for the fifth or sixth grade reader. I’d recommend his book and other biographies to this age group as well. Holford also incorporates Mrs. Hoover into the biography very well. Like “Bert” she also donated, perhaps millions of dollars, to groups because she never cashed any of the checks she received in speaker fees. I applaud the Hoovers for all they did for our nation.
Just suppose that you are a successful inventor and businessman living in the late 1890’s. You are a bachelor sitting down in a café for your breakfast. While you sip your morning beverage you also open the newspaper that you purchased on the corner. Hastily you skim the front page contents, turn to the inside pages, and out of curiosity, you turn to the obituary section.
The headline in the obituary section reads, “Merchant of Death Dies” and attached to the obituary is his name. While he was expecting to find the obituary of his brother, Ludwig, instead he saw his own name, Alfred Nobel.
Ludwig, the man whose name was supposed to have been on the obituary, was no merchant of death, but neither was Alfred! Yes, Alfred did patent the invention of the explosive which he named, dynamite, but he never intended it to be a merchant of death. To his credit, Nobel invented the product to aid in clearing tunnels, and blasting through mountains for ease of transportation. In the wrong hands, now his name would be muddied.
Ten years later Alfred met with colleagues to pen his last will and testament. He never quite got past the shock of seeing his name in print as a “merchant of death.”In his will he left 94% of his earthly assets to be set aside for awards to be given to those who benefited mankind in the past year. The awards go to five different areas: physics, chemistry, (his preferred field of study) medicine, literature, and peace.
The first awards were given on December 10, 1901 and are given from Stockholm, Sweden, his home country, each year on December 10. The principle of his money has never been touched. Interest on the principle is divided among the five awards.
Nobel is no longer known for his invention of dynamite, or for that matter, little known either for his 355 registered patents. He is known for his beneficent awards to those who work diligently for the betterment of society worldwide.
What headline will your obituary bear? What is your legacy among your family, friends, and community?
Jeremiah is a fascinating book in the Old Testament. It is packed with accounts of Jewish history from the time of King Josiah until the return from Captivity. In a nutshell, for those of you who may not read the Old Testament through, God chose Israel for a special blessing and the nation grew from fledgling to mighty but had its shortcomings as well as victories. Much of the nation’s history is after the crossing of the Red Sea in the flight from Egypt. They survived the years of leadership victories and failings as well. During the whole history, God always provided the voices of prophets (whom we would call preachers) to issue warnings and provided spiritual leadership.
Jeremiah endured hardship after hardship as a prophet, but he could not be quiet. He saw the coming Seventy Year Captivity, and he even survived the years of Captivity. When the Israelites were released from Persian rule to return to Judah where the capital city of Jerusalem lay in ruins, I find it odd that a majority of those freed to return decided instead to go to Egypt! Those who wanted Egypt were reared to hate their own homeland and reject the God who wanted only to bestow blessings upon loving, obedient behavior.
It is a mystery to me, but not to them. You see, they had not been taught their heritage over that time of seventy years—that is obvious. Why would they want to go to the country that had held their ancestors in slavery for 430 years? Jeremiah sets out to warn them in chapters 41-44.
Jeremiah was not a harsh, brow-beating preacher. He had a tender heart not only for God, but also for God’s people. So, why didn’t the rabble rousers want to listen? The finger must be pointed at the parents. It was likely the parents who had been carried away live captives by the Babylonians 70 years prior. They had been worshipping idols and doing horrid, wretched sinful things. Instead of repentance, bitterness set in. They didn’t teach their offspring the blessings of being a nation especially chosen by God. Instead they instilled bitterness. Bitterness breeds bitterness.
There is a glimmer of hope, however, to those, the minority, who remained faithful because the parents had remained faithful through it all. Verse 28 of chapter 44 tells of the blessings reserved for those who return to Jerusalem. God keeps His promises. That faithful group returned to Jerusalem, and although they faced enormous challenges financially, they rebuilt the city and the city walls. Ezra and Nehemiah record those strivings for restoration victories.
The point here is: parents beware. Your attitude whether positive or indifferent affects your children and it affects them far into their adult years. If you are teaching your children how to face the challenges of sinful living and come out victorious, you are preserving a remnant for righteousness. Good for you. If you are entertaining sinful lifestyles in word and deed, shame on you.
Each spring one of the signs that the warm up is becoming consistent is the appearance of ants in my kitchen. Needless to say, they are frustrating. I have absolutely no objection to the ant as long as the ant stays outside. The Bible tells us to observe the ant, in fact. We are supposed to consider his ways.
I see them around the sink and I suppose they are thirsty. While there is plenty of water outside in the grass each morning, they seem to find something appealing around my sink. The smallest droplet of water is a spring of refreshment to them.
Yesterday I put out some ant poison. It is little sticky droplets of clear substance that appears to be water. It is a cruel deception. My soft heart really did feel sorry for them as they parked along the little drinking places imbibing to their delight.
So, “consider the ant” and be aware. Not everything that looks like a picnic is a picnic. It may well poison you instead. “Flee youthful lusts,” the apostle Paul warns Timothy. Regretfully, even we oldsters are sometimes attracted to youthful lusts too. Stop, consider the ant, and ask, “Is it a picnic or poison?”
Jesus made several appearances during the forty days He was on earth after the resurrection. This week I used some of these post resurrection events in the weekly devotional I deliver to groups. I always taught similar lessons to my Children’s Church groups in all the years I taught them. So many teachers fail to follow through on these post resurrection events.
During those forty days Jesus spent clarifying his purpose of coming to be the payment for man’s sins and He also clarified that He indeed is the Son of God and no ordinary man. With his resurrection body he came and went at will without the use of doors. He left in an instant as well. When the two disciples in Emmaus invited Jesus (not recognizing Him) to “Abide with us” (Luke 24:29) they recognized Jesus only when he broke the bread. It seems to me that they must have been part of either the feeding of the five thousand, or the four thousand. Why didn’t they recognize Jesus as He walked with them along on the road to their home? Their hearts were clouded with dismay and disappointment. The tomb was empty but they didn’t know where Jesus had disappeared. Frankly, they were not looking for Jesus so they didn’t recognize Him.
How many times have I, you, we, failed to recognize the hand of God because we were not looking for the hand of God? We tend to look in the wrong places. We read tons of self-help books, entertain psychology, investigate circumstances, and all the while the Word of God sits idly on a shelf. The answers are there, but we have to read it. It is good to hear it from a pulpit, from a radio broadcast, or a television production, but to really know what God is doing; we must read the Word of God.
Until I came to know Christ as my personal Savior, I looked at the Bible as just another book. It is not just another book. Once I came to Christ in surrender to His plans, the book became to me what His Word says, “quick, and powerful, sharper than any two-edged sword . . . and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.” (Hebrews 4:12) Quick, bears the connotation of alive. The Bible is not just any book. It is the living Words of God for our direction in life. In those pages, we can know Christ which is the theme of last week’s devotional, “This Easter.” Know Jesus.
Do you have a favorite Rockwell painting? They all seem to tell a story and I admit that when I was growing up, the Saturday Evening Post covers were fascinating to me. This book gave me the reason why I was so fascinated.
I borrowed this audio book from my local library so I am giving those credits. The author is Deborah Solomon and is published by Recorded Books. It is narrated by Andrea Gallo. The books is 17 discs in length and unabridged.
It is my understanding that the author is an established art critic so at times I felt that she read the pictures with more than the normal eye would have seen. Even after listening to the book, I still prefer to see art with my own perspective since I enjoy art only as an ordinary person. So many of us are just that: ordinary. Perhaps it is other art critics that Solomon had in mind during the writing. At times I just wanted to quit the book because of the laborious details of every move Rockwell seemed to make. Instead, I tried to appreciate the hours and hours of research that went into the writing. That, indeed, is admirable.
The book starts with Rockwell’s youth, education, and of course art education. He began being paid for his illustrations by the time he was 17 years old. He enjoyed a long career with Saturday Evening Post, for which most of my generation remembers most. I do recall going to the mailbox and stumbling along up the driveway, head down, already reading the pages before I hit the doorstep. The book introduced me to other companies for whom Rockwell worked, particularly the Boy Scouts of America. He had a long-term contract with them to paint the calendar each year. Details like that throughout the book kept me listening. Just when I was bogged down, one of these facts would pop up.
What annoyed me most about the book was the author’s determination to turn Rockwell into a homosexual. Repeatedly she had to include information about things that made her tend to think he was of abnormal sexual behavior. She never convinced me. Also annoying was the repetition of facts already mentioned. I thought to myself, “You have said that now at least three times.” In a paper and ink or even eBook edition, those are places I would have glided right over.
I noticed on the Amazon.com site that of 133 reviews, the book, published in Kindle format in 2014 (first paper and ink format in 2013) the readers gave in an average of two and one half stars. I would award it a three just on all of the amazing research that went into the writing. If you grew up, as I did, in the 1950’s, you might enjoy the book. I do know that if I were to travel to Vermont or Massachusetts I would want to visit some of the Rockwell museums. The end of the book was worth the whole reading. Rockwell lived a long life and toward the end was unusually rewarded. However, he did suffer dementia. He had worked tirelessly in his art studio and there were days when his wife would finally succumb to taking him to the studio where he would sit and do nothing. He just wanted to see it. In that respect, I found admiration for the one who depicted ordinary Americans doing what ordinary folks do. American Mirror is certainly an appropriate title.
Much of this content is contained in my devotionals delivered to the three places I go each week in an effort to inspire others.
Although Paul was incarcerated in less than admirable conditions when he penned the book of Philippians, the book blooms with joy. The word joy, or a form of joy such as rejoice is mentioned 104 times in the four short chapters of Philippians. The very character of the letter is found in the person of Christ. Aside from knowing Christ, there can be no true joy. Happiness, maybe, but not deep, abiding joy.
In chapter three Paul attests to what he was willing to put behind him; he was an upright Jew, a Pharisee, what we might call a “big wig” in religious affairs. Yet, when he fell before Christ on the Damascus road, all of that fell behind him. All of those religious rituals meant nothing in the light of knowing Christ. When Paul responded to Christ in penitent salvation, every desire of works to gain Heaven left him. He says in verse 8 “I count all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord. . .” What Paul thought he knew about Christ was wrong. Jesus was not an imposter as the Pharisees had claimed. You see, Paul knew about Christ, but he did not know Christ.
In Philippians 3:10 we hear an impassioned statement of this converted Jew. “That I may know Him, and the power of His resurrection, and the fellowship of His sufferings, being made conformable unto His death.”
What about us? Me? We might know many things about Christ but do we know Him? This Easter, more than any other, my impassioned cry is also, “That I may know Him. . .” That I might know the power available, that I may experience the suffering of humiliation and rejection and be able to keep on without hesitation, and that I may be willing to be conformed to His death to self. Paul also wrote to the Corinthians in that mostly resurrection treaty, “I die daily.”
Some may claim Christianity and the world around them will never know it. Some may claim Christianity and make a difference because they adhere to the catechism statement that the purpose of life is to know Christ and make him known.
This book is as the title says, a documentary and a biography. It is written by David Pietrusza, a respected historian and published by Church & Reid Books, Copyright 2013. It is 487 pages in length, and includes documents of speeches, letters, and official documents by Coolidge that were written as early as his senior year in school to his retiring years after White House service. The total documents, if I counted correctly, is 101.
The layout of the book is organized in a very proficient way for clarity for readers.Coolidge was born in 1878 and died in 1933 shortly after leaving the Presidency. In the reading of this book I went from mere curiosity to immense respect. Reading a book about such a calm man, while I am sometimes staggering with the tumult of our 2016 election year, seemed to give me some balance. Coolidge never pushed himself into the political scene, but grew into it by gradual steps from local office, to state office, and finally nominated as Vice President to the Harding ticket. Harding didn’t choose him as a running mate but rather the National Republican Convention nominated him. Coolidge was not even in attendance at the convention himself. Harding did not welcome him to the position but Coolidge was the first sitting Vice President to sit in on Cabinet meetings. It was welcome knowledge to him since he unexpectedly took the oath of office upon Harding’s heart attack after only two years of Presidency. Since Coolidge was aware of scandals in the Cabinet, he saw to it that the scandalous activity was brought to justice and he appointed replacements of his own choosing.
Coolidge held 520 press conferences but it still dubbed as “silent Cal.” When he ran for reelection and won, he also had the privilege of working with both a majority in the House and Senate. Yet, he stood up against his own party by vetoing fifty bills sent to the Oval Office and only four of those were overridden. He proved to me that respected leadership and calm and reasonable spirit can do much to lead a Congress in a correct direction.
His successor, Herbert Hoover, had served as the Secretary of Commerce but Coolidge was very quiet about supporting him as President. While Hoover is blamed for the Great Depression, and sometimes Coolidge, I believe it was more the greed of banks and population during a time of seeming prosperity. That prosperity was under the leadership of a President who managed the government in such a way as to cut the federal budget by half, and managed to consolidate 118 government programs to 18! Hoover did not have the quiet leadership that Coolidge possessed.
For lovers of history, I recommend this book. For casual followers of history, 487 pages might be a big bite. It would be possible to read the biographical parts and not read the entire speeches and still feel as if much was accomplished in the reading. The author’s prospective is level. He shows the reader that a love for political history is a good thing in our modern times.
After spending nearly two years going chapter by chapter mining nuggets of truth for my devotional groups in the book of Proverbs, I ventured into Ecclesiastes. I’ve engaged in Bible study groups for many years but never tackled this book. It is so forlorn. Reading through the book is enough, I always thought. I really wanted to move to the New Testament. The soft voice of the Holy Spirit led me into this venture. My kicking, hollering, and reasoning were to no avail.
A few posts ago I wrote about King Solomon as a result of this study. He came to the end of his life feeling empty. Although he had a shallow relationship with God, Solomon leaned toward the pleasure of this world. The result is emptiness. I feel as if I am mining for gold in a coal mine. But, every now and then a striking truth pops up—as it did this week in Chapter Four.
“Two are better than one” Solomon observes. If they fall down, they can pick each other up. I smiled as I put on my study handout a picture of a person with a Life Alert® button. It was the perfect picture of help on the way. Someday, I suppose, I will have one of those gizmos myself. A physical fall is difficult. Fear sets in immediately. I know. I had such a fall last summer out in my flower bed. Cell phones are also good to call for help.
What about the other kinds of help we need? Better yet, what about the other kinds of help we can give. Since I attend events or just go for the fun of it, the local Senor Center, I usually go for two reasons. First, I go out of curiosity to see who’s there and if I can get some conversation, a cup of coffee; and second, I go with the goal in mind of lifting someone’s spirits. Storytelling and a simple lighthearted story can set a heart at ease. Taking a hand and praying with a person is certainly worthy.
Staying at home, alone, can get dull. I get tired of my own company. Two are better than one, yes, it is. Lift someone today whether it be physically, mentally, or spiritually. Then, when you need the lift, guess what? Someone will lift you too.