Robert Dale Ohlau

June 21, 2020

Robert Dale Ohlau

3.3.1937-6.15.17

“Avoid providing material for the drama that is always stretched tight between parents and children; it uses up much of the children’s strength and wastes the love of the elders, which acts and warms even if it doesn’t comprehend. Don’t ask for advice from them and don’t expect any understanding; but believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is strength and blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.” -Rilke

1937.

March 3, 2020

 Happy Birthday Dad

Bobby Dale

3.3.37-6.15.17

 

Born in 1937

Anthony Hopkins
Shirley Bassey
Loretta Swit
Madeleine Albright
Warren Beatty
Peter Cook
Bill Cosby
Jane Fonda
Morgan Freeman
Dustin Hoffman
Jack Nicholson
Roger Penske
Colin Powell

And Robert Dale Ohlau in Blair, Illinois

 

Cultural Events

  • Amelia Earhart Disappeared

  • Snow White and the Seven Dwarves Premieres

  • The German airship Hindenburg bursts into flames while attempting to moor at Lakehurst, New Jersey.

  • Aviator Howard Hughes breaks his own transcontinental flight speed record when he flies from Los Angeles to Newark.

  • British author J.R.R. Tolkien’s fantasy novel “The Hobbit” was published

  • First Blood Bank Opens in Chicago

  • The Memorial Day Massacre takes place when Ten union demonstrators are killed when police open fire on union protesters in Chicago

  • Duke of Windsor Marries Wallis Simpson

  • More Information and Timeline for Duke of Windsor Marries Wallis Simpson.

  • Joe Louis nicknamed The Brown Bomber defeats American Jim Braddock on June 22nd to became World Heavyweight Champion

  • Inauguration of Franklin D. Roosevelt’s second term

  • Kiichiro Toyoda founds the Toyota Motor Company in Japan

 

Cost in 1937

Average Cost of new house $4,100.00
Average wages per year $1,780.00
Cost of a gallon of Gas 10 cents
Average Cost for house rent $26.00 per month
A loaf of Bread 9 cents
A LB of Hamburger Meat 12 cents
Average Price for new car $760.00
Toothpaste 35 cents
Couple of examples of houses advertised for sale
Port Authur, Texas — 5 room Cottage home and bath in town center $2,250

 

World Political Leaders

Germany — Chancellor — Adolf Hitler 

Italy — Prime Minister — Benito Mussolini 

Russia / Soviet Union — Joseph Stalin –

United States — President — Franklin D. Roosevelt

United Kingdom — Prime Minister — Neville Chamberlain 

 

Loss.

July 15, 2017

There has been so much loss in recent weeks, in my family, and our community. My dad passed on Thursday night, June 15th. In the four weeks since he transitioned beyond the veil of Earthly consciousness, I have connected with various posts and websites that have provided thoughts and suggestions for healing through the process of grief. I hope they will help you as they have me.

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obit ohlau 6-23

Victor Hugo’s last words.

[The Independent]

His belief in the necessity of turning one’s empathy with fellow man into real change was most succinctly put in his last words however, written as a note two days before his death from pneumonia:

To love is to act.”

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Ram Dass:

It is important, as we get older, to learn how to grieve. Although this may sound self-evident, experience has taught me that it is not. In a culture that emphasizes stoicism and forward movement, in which time is deemed “of the essence,” and there is little toleration for slowness, inwardness, and melancholy, grieving – a healthy, necessary aspect of life – is too often overlooked. As we get older, of course, and losses mount, the need for conscious grieving becomes more pronounced. Only by learning how to grieve can we hope to leave the past behind and come into the present moment. 

Ram Dass Meditates on Learning to Grieve

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Life is about loss and letting go. ‘…all life is entwined with loss.’

[The Guardian]

Tim Lott:

‘The most resonant truth about children is that they disappear. Slowly, gradually, but eventually. Children in that sense are clocks, marking the passage of time with each new stage of growth. To see a child disappear – or rather, to become aware in any acute way of their disappearance – is to become aware of losing something you have loved more than anything you have loved in your life before, or will again.

Watching our children grow is – in an odd, inverted way – like watching our parents grow old and die. If we mourn in both cases it is perhaps because we are also weeping for ourselves – for our own impermanence, for our own mortality. For we also mark time, less visibly, in our own bodies.

As our children grow, we are also mourning the passing of a role – of ourselves as protectors, indispensable, loved passionately with the need and rose-coloured tints only children and infatuated lovers can offer us.

Think of how these processes of mourning are recorded in song, from Slipping Through My Fingers All the Time (Abba), Brown Eyed Girl (Van Morrison) to the even more heartbreaking Turn Around. My favourite version, by Nanci Griffith, reduces me to tears (and that’s not just a casual expression – it really does make me weep). And yet I go back to the song again and again. Why? What are the tears for? And why do I court them?

They are tears, partly, for loss. As such, they are simply sentimental – or at least, unnecessary. Because all life is entwined with loss. Transience is what makes life beautiful and worth living. All that comes and goes away is the heart of beauty. Children are simply the most vivid and meaningful examples of evanescence.

So, there are many kinds of tears. Perhaps we weep at a sad song about children growing up partly because we perceive the process as tragic. But they may also be tears of the recognition of beauty, because this changing is profound, and brings us most closely into touch with the heart of life itself.

In any case, the idea that we are losing love as our children grow is not true. The love I feel for my two eldest daughters, in their 20s now, is undiminished with the passing of time. I don’t get to express it so much, and they don’t feel the need to. They are independent. And that is a job well done as far as I am concerned. Yet when I look at them sometimes, I feel exactly the same emotion I felt when they were barely walking, and helpless.

We do not lose our children – not unless we are very unlucky, or very bad parents, or they are very atypical children. If our desires to hold on to our children really took root, and were acted out, it would be a disaster. This is doubtless the fate of many over-parented children. Such children could not emotionally leave home, ever.

We must let go, and then let go and then let go. And eventually they, too, must let go, as their parents pass out of this life, at first gradually then entirely and finally. I have already “lost” my children many times – as babies, as toddlers, as infants. They are always being made anew – and yet are always, at some deep level, the same. Parallel changes are happening to me, too, if I am doing it right. That is, I am always losing my children only in the sense that I am always losing myself.

For if I am static as a fully grown adult, then I am doing something wrong. I am holding on to myself too tightly, just as some parents hold on to their children too tightly. Life, yes, is loss and letting go. But without that loss and letting go, it would be like a plastic flower. Indestructible, but ultimately valueless.

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