Finding friends where once there were enemies
By Art Goodtimes
GERNOT HEINRICHSDORFF … I met Gernot through his wife, Ava, back in the early ’80s, when I was a TCAH (Telluride Council on the Arts & Humanities) director. She was a folkdance teacher and we hit it off immediately. Her father had been a well-known Hungarian violinist in San Francisco, and we had that West Coast connection, plus a shared cosmopolitan perspective rare to find in America. Plus, she was (and is) one of the wisest, most vibrant elders I have ever met – a writer, poet, world traveler, teacher, student, dancer. I hope I keep that precious gift of curiosity all my life, as she has … At first I knew Gernot as a landscape architect – one of those sturdy, get-it-done kind of fellows who could lift impossible loads and make creative spaces outdoors for everyone to see, admire and use. He reminded me of my Norwood buddy Jim Rosenthal – that kind of German-American laborer who could do twice the work of anyone else, and do it faster and better … It was only gradually, over the years, that I learned that Gernot had been born in Germany, and had served in the German army in World War II. That was a shock. My dad had served in the Army Air Corps. And Gernot in the Luftwaffe, although a lack of gas towards the end of the war had prevented him from any combat missions. Here was a man I’d become good friends with, and yet he had been “the enemy” of my father. It was fascinating, and confusing … He had been drafted into military service, like so many Germans — loyal to their country, if not the Nazis. In fact, many Germans did not follow Nazi rules. His mother risked her life to harbor two Jewish boys from the ghetto all through the war, saving them from certain death – his mom treating them as his brothers … Not being political, Gernot hadn’t realized that mandatory participation in Hitlerjugend as a youth, where he learned gliding, had automatically registered him with the Nazi party. It wasn’t until he was wounded and then captured by the Americans that he learned he was a “Nazi.” That he was eventually able to make a new life in the country of his “enemies” was a true blessing … Over the years the three of us had had many a meal and shared many stories, since I had to visit Colorado Springs, where Ava and Gernot live, annually for political meetings. They’d often let me stay with them. Once I joined Gernot for his morning walk in the Garden of the Gods, his daily ritual for many years. It was a marvelous amble, admiring the spring flowers, the chill air, the glimmer of light on the fantastical rock formations. One of those bonding moments you remember fondly the rest of your life … This last time I went to the Springs, Gernot was not walking any more. He’s 93. Ava, of course, is there to take care of him. But we still managed a delightful visit, sharing stories, and memories, and laughs … And Gernot and Ava gave me a book – a collection of tales about Germans who survived the war and mostly immigrated to the United States: Voices From The Other Side by Jean Goodwin Messenger (White Pelican Press, 2014), which includes Gernot’s own story. The biggest surprise was how terrible the war had been for the German people, as it had been genocidal for European Jews. But then, that is the reality of war. It’s the leaders who champion war and the people who suffer – when the war overruns your home and you lose family members, friends, belongings … The stories in the book break your heart. Enemies or allies, it’s horrific to understand what war does to people caught up in it. Like what is happening in Syria, or Iraq, or the Sudan today. It brings home how important it is to avoid war at all costs. To exercise restraint, and favor diplomacy. … I feel so lucky to have met Gernot and Ava and come to understand how nations make enemies of people who could easily be our friends, if only we have the opportunity to get to know one another. As we have done.
THE TALKING GOURD
Ritual para Jueves Santo
Llegan como mariposas
-Rafael Jesús González
DR. GUSTÓN GUZMÁN … The world fungal community mourned the death early this year of expert on Psilocybe mushrooms Gustón Guzmán. A co-founder and former president of the Mexican Mycological Society (1965), he was also founder and president of the Latin American Mycological Association (2000–2002) … I had the great good fortune to meet Dr. Guzmán while attending the Third International Medicinal Mushroom Conference at Port Townsend in 2005, through the kindness of Shroomfest myco-guru Paul Stamets. I worked the lights in the meeting hall where Dr. Guzmán lectured. Afterwards, a clutch of us followed him off-stage and out back of the hall on the grounds of Fr. Worden, a converted military base. We peppered him with questions, and got wonderful answers. He led us about a hundred yards into a forested area, knelt and picked several nondescript brown mushrooms from the ground, and declared them Psilocybes. Several of us volunteered to bio-assay them. And for the rest of the day I was entheogenically absorbed, having been given them from the hand of the legendary Dr. Guzmán. An honor I will treasure all my days.
OUR INNER TRUMP … “You gonna vote for Trump?” the Montrose mechanic asks with a laugh. He knows I’m a Green/Democratic Socialist Sanders supporter, even without the giveaway bumpersticker … It’s not that he’s a big fan of Trump. He just wants someone bully enough to kick the whole D.C. bunch “out on their asses.” He likes Trump’s calling baloney on the Republican elite, punching Wall Street loopholes for the rich, and roasting the Democratic elite who regulate every move so only the corporations can make money meeting the red tape … I think my mechanic represents a lot of America – fed up with Washington gridlock. Tired of competing philosophies that don’t ever play nice with each other out of respect for the greater good of the Republic. … Maybe it’s time we evolved from a twoparty centrist behemoth to a multi-party coalition government that can maybe get things done. The patriots’ originalist vision of competing checks & balances is fraying at the modernist edge. Unless America unites under a reaffirmed ethic of liberty, justice and opportunity for all, holding to our different visions, but all working to achieve whatever balance is possible in seeking the good of the people, the future looks dim … Or maybe we just need a Peoples Party, where centrists -- right-wing and left-wing — can meet in the middle and work together, though always coming from opposite ends of the spectrum …
POTPOURRI … Acme Healing Centers –“Western Slope Owned, Western Slope Grown” in Carbondale, Crested Butte, Gunnison, Ridgway and Durango – got slapped with the state’s 17th pot recall, finding traces of myclobutanil, a widely used fungicide of low toxicity found on grapes, apples, spinach and other ag crops. It persists in the soil and, if sprayed, can drift via aerial transport … Cannabis consumers are asked to return to the store of purchase any products grown under retail license number, 403R-00204, and in particular 2-15-16 harvest batches of Cognac Kush, Cookie Monster, Grape Stomper, Killawatt, Papaya, Pineapple Express, Snowcap, Southern Charm, Strawberry Cough, Triangle Kush and Trinity
CINCO DE MAYO … Honoring our Hispanic-American heritage here in the American Southwest, we present this month’s poem in Spanish.
Art Goodtimes is a county commissioner in San Miguel County, Colo.