Friday, August 28, 2015

Welcoming in September



Dear Members, Alumni, & Friends of the James Scholar Advisory & Leadership Team:

The month of August is rapidly drawing to a close, and the season of autumn (my favorite of the four seasons) is almost here! September will soon be upon us, with warm days, cool nights, and the beginning of the harvest in the American Midwest. To mark the transition from summer to autumn, here is a poem by one of my favorite American poets of the 19th century, along with a reflection on Johnny Appleseed from a hegemontological (leadership studies) perspective.

A Calendar of Sonnets: September
By Helen Hunt Jackson (1830-1885)
O golden month! How high thy gold is heaped!
The yellow birch-leaves shine like bright coins strung
On wands; the chestnut's yellow pennons tongue
To every wind its harvest challenge. Steeped
In yellow, still lie fields where wheat was reaped;
And yellow still the corn sheaves, stacked among
The yellow gourds, which from the earth have wrung
Her utmost gold. To highest boughs have leaped
The purple grape, -- last thing to ripen, late
By very reason of its precious cost.
O Heart, remember, vintages are lost
If grapes do not for freezing night-dews wait.
Think, while thou sunnest thyself in Joy's estate,
Mayhap thou canst not ripen without frost!

Leadership Lessons from Johnny Appleseed
        Ever since my Kindergarten class took a field trip to a local apple orchard in September 1973, I’ve been a perennial fan of Johnny Appleseed. The pioneer hero who headed west from his New England home to bring apple trees to the pioneers (and Native Americans) captured my imagination at an early age and has never let it go. Johnny has many exemplary lessons to teach up-and-coming leaders of today. Venturing outside your comfort zone to explore what lies beyond the horizon, building bridges of peace and understanding through generosity, and promoting self-sufficiency in harmony with sustainable growth are just a few of the gems that we can glean from learning about Johnny and his life story. Just like Johnny, our leaders can become trailblazers, peacemakers, and philanthropists – and our need for these types of people only grows with each passing year, as our global civilization continues to expand and grow in new and unexpected ways.

Johnny Appleseed: Pioneer Nurseryman
By Rob Chappell, JSMT Advisor
Adapted and Expanded from Cursus Honorum VI: 3 (October 2005)

        Johnny Appleseed, one of America’s most beloved homegrown heroes, has been the subject of countless poems, folksongs, novels, plays, and even a Walt Disney cartoon. Johnny’s appeal has vastly increased over the past fifty years, concurrent with the emergence of global concern over rampant deforestation and the drive to develop sustainable agriculture on a worldwide scale. Behind the larger-than-life legend of Johnny Appleseed, however, there was once an admirable historical person: John Chapman, a pioneer nurseryman from New England.
        John Chapman was born on September 26, 1774 near Leominster, Massachusetts. Details of his childhood are sketchy, but he learned to read and write at an early age and evidently chose to follow an arboricultural career in his teens, for by the time he was 25, he had already planted apple orchards in the western counties of New York and Pennsylvania. During the early 1800s, he pushed farther west into Ohio, Indiana, and Illinois – planting apple trees all over the wilderness, where they could be enjoyed by the arriving settlers.
        Wherever he journeyed on the frontier, Chapman earned the respect and trust of the Native Americans and coexisted peacefully with the wild animals. He practiced vegetarianism, never carried a weapon of any kind, and was by all accounts an amiable and hard-working person. Although he led a solitary life in the wilderness for weeks or months at a time, he enjoyed interacting with the people who crossed his path and regaling them with stories of his frontier adventures. It is estimated that he planted millions of apple seeds during his fifty years of arboricultural activity; this was his lifelong philanthropic service to our country.
        Johnny Appleseed, as he came to be known in his later years, reposed near Fort Wayne, Indiana, on March 11, 1845. His grave has become a historic site, as have other places where he once lived and labored. Descendants of his original apple trees can still be found throughout Ohio, Indiana, and Illinois, and his legacy of philanthropic arboriculture is still celebrated at annual Midwestern festivals, especially in the autumn, when apple cider is in season. His birthday – September 26th – is celebrated as Johnny Appleseed Day in schools and towns throughout the American Midwest, where he lived and worked for most of his adult life.
        Johnny Appleseed’s popularity shows no sign of waning. He played many roles during his lifetime – nurseryman, peacemaker, pioneer, and storyteller. In our own time, he has come to represent such worthy causes as conservation, environmentalism, and sustainable agriculture. John Chapman will no doubt continue to inspire generations yet to come with his philanthropic life and trailblazing achievements that still benefit his fellow Americans two centuries after his labors first began.

Further Reading
·        http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johnny_Appleseed à Reference article about Johnny Appleseed, fully annotated with bibliography and footnotes.
·        http://www.dltk-kids.com/crafts/miscellaneous/johnny_appleseed_grace.htm à Here are the lyrics and music for the “Johnny Appleseed Song” that I learned in Kindergarten, from Disney’s classic animated film, Melody Time (1948).
·        http://www.urbana.edu/resources/community/johnny-appleseed/about.html à The Johnny Appleseed Educational Center and Museum is located on the campus of Urbana University in Urbana, Ohio.

Happy Byzantine New Year on September 1st! :)

Rob

Friday, August 14, 2015

Remembering the Greatest Generation



Dear Members, Alumni, & Friends of the James Scholar Advisory & Leadership Team:

The month of August marks the 70th anniversary of the end of World War II in 1945. As we pause to reflect on the achievements of the Greatest Generation (my father and all my uncles were veterans of the World War II era), here are some poems to help us remember what the Greatest Generation fought and died for – a world of peace, justice, and freedom for all people everywhere.


“The Minstrel Boy”
By Thomas Moore (1779-1852)

The minstrel boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death you'll find him;
His father's sword he has girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him;
"Land of Song!" said the warrior bard,
"Though all the world betrays thee,
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee!"

The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's chain
Could not bring his proud soul under;
The harp he loved ne'er spoke again,
For he tore its chords asunder;
And said "No chains shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and bravery!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free
They shall never sound in slavery!"

The Minstrel Boy will return we pray
When we hear the news we all will cheer it,
The minstrel boy will return one day,
Torn perhaps in body, not in spirit.
Then may he play on his harp in peace,
In a world such as heaven intended,
For all the bitterness of man must cease,
And every battle must be ended.

“THIS IS MY SONG” (1934)
Text by Lloyd Stone (1912-1993) & Georgia Harkness (1891-1974)
Tune: “FINLANDIA” (1899-1900) by Jean Sibelius (1865-1957)

1. This is my song, O God of all the nations,
A song of peace for lands afar and mine.
This is my home, the country where my heart is;
Here are my hopes, my dreams, my sacred shrine.
But other hearts in other lands are beating,
With hopes and dreams as true and high as mine.

2. My country’s skies are bluer than the ocean,
And sunlight beams on cloverleaf and pine.
But other lands have sunlight too and clover,
And skies are everywhere as blue as mine.
O hear my song, O God of all the nations,
A song of peace for their land and for mine.

3. May truth and freedom come to every nation;
May peace abound where strife has raged so long;
That each may seek to love and build together,
A world united, righting every wrong;
A world united in its love for freedom,
Proclaiming peace together in one song.

“Who Would True Valor See”
By John Bunyan (1628-1688)
Excerpted from Pilgrim’s Progress (1678-1684)

1. Who would true valor see,
Let him come hither;
One here will constant be,
Come wind, come weather.
There’s no discouragement
Shall make him once relent
His first avowed intent
To be a pilgrim.

2. Whoso beset him round
With dismal stories,
Do but themselves confound;
His strength the more is.
No lion can him fright,
He’ll with a giant fight,
But he will have a right
To be a pilgrim.

3. Hobgoblin nor foul fiend
Can daunt his spirit,
He knows he at the end
Shall life inherit.
Then fancies fly away,
He’ll fear not what men say,
He’ll labor night and day
To be a pilgrim.

Let’s close our reflections on the Greatest Generation with a few of my favorite lines from Tennyson:

Some Poetical Wisdom from Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)

From “Locksley Hall”:

For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see,
Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be;
Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails,
Pilots of the purple twilight dropping down with costly bales;
Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rained a ghastly dew
From the nations' airy navies grappling in the central blue;
Far along the world-wide whisper of the south-wind rushing warm,
With the standards of the peoples plunging thro' the thunder-storm;
Till the war-drum throbbed no longer, and the battle-flags were furled
In the Parliament of Man, the Federation of the World.
There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe,
And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapped in universal law.

Requiescat Generatio Maxima in pace. (May the Greatest Generation rest in peace.)

Robertus (Rob)

Thursday, August 6, 2015

August 2015 Leadership Reflection



Leadership Reflection for August 2015
          August is here again, and that means the back-to-school stampede will soon be upon us. At this time of year, I’d like to share with you some leadership insights related to students, not only because my entire career path at the University of Illinois has dealt with student services of one kind or another, but also because I continue to be inspired, year in and year out, by the remarkable young people that I encounter through my work. Here is an essay, addressed to students in the ACES James Scholar Honors Program, that I extensively revised recently, encapsulating the core messages that I try to convey to our best and brightest Illinois students about life, leadership, and the future.

Cultivating Hope and Dreams in an Age of Uncertainty
By Rob Chappell
          As far back as I can remember, my frame of mind has been both hopeful and future-oriented. Ever since my childhood days in the 1970s, I have been enthralled by astronomy, spaceflight, and science fiction epics of humankind’s future achievements and adventures. How to build a sturdy bridge for humanity’s journey from the present day into a bright and hopeful future became a source of great interest for me during my undergraduate student days at the University of Illinois. As I studied the histories, languages, literatures, and philosophies of the ancient Greeks and Romans, I was constantly asking myself, “How can we apply all this ageless wisdom to build a better future for ourselves and our inheritors?”

Excerpt from “Locksley Hall” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)
Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest,
Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West.
Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising through the mellow shade,
Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.
Here about the beach I wandered, nourishing a youth sublime
With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of Time;
When the centuries behind me like a fruitful land reposed;
When I clung to all the present for the promise that it closed:
When I dipped into the future far as human eye could see;
Saw the Vision of the world and all the wonder that would be.

          In the ensuing years, I have learned that the bridge we must walk across from the present to the future is built upon a solid foundation of hope and dreams, which are key ingredients in any recipe for personal, professional, and planetary growth. I have also discovered that working in the field of higher education is the best way for me to do my part in creating a brighter tomorrow for our world, our nation, and our families. My interactions with ACES James Scholars like you have shown me that there is indeed hope for the future, and I know that the future lives in your hearts and minds today as we press forward together to meet the challenges of the 21st century. All of you have taught me – by your example – that hope is a gift that keeps on giving if we take the time to share it with others.

“Hope” by Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

          Hopes and dreams of a better world are being cultivated today by our ACES James Scholar alumni in their professional careers. For some, this might mean discovering an amazing new biofuel that could help humanity to set aside its dependence on fossil fuels once and for all. For others, it could be helping people to plan their retirement through sound financial management strategies. Still other alumni may become veterinarians, dietitians, ecologists, and so much more. Your dreams – when stirred together with hope and hard work, and left to simmer in the caldron of inspiration – have the potential to bring about real change in our world, or perhaps well beyond it! I recall talking with an aerospace engineering James Scholar several years ago about a new theory of ultra-fast starship propulsion that I had seen on the History Channel’s TV series, Universe. When I had finished describing it to her, I concluded by observing, “That’s the stuff that dreams are made of!” Her eyes lit up with excitement as she expressed her agreement with an enthusiastic smile. Then – expressing my own hopes and dreams, not only for the student, but also for humanity as a whole – I told her, “Emma, I can’t wait to see you build that starship someday!” J

“Optimism is the faith that leads to achievement; nothing can be done without hope.”
à Helen Keller (1880-1968): Essay on Optimism (1903)

          Achieving anything truly worthwhile is never easy – but it is well worth the effort. Both triumphs and disasters lie ahead of us all on the highway of life. However, if we persevere to the end – even if we don’t achieve everything that we would like to accomplish in our lifetime – then at least we shall have paved the way for our inheritors to follow in our footsteps and finish the work that we have begun.

“For a life worthy to be lived is one that is full of active aspiration, for something higher and better; and such a contemplation of the world we call meliorism.”
à Paul Carus (1852-1919): Monism and Meliorism (1885)

          As you begin, continue, or finish your James-Scholarly journey in the College of ACES, I would like to encourage each and every one of you to cultivate your hopes and dreams and work hard to make them into living realities, so that future generations can look back on our era and say, “Those great achievements began at the University of Illinois!”

Excerpt from “Ulysses” (1842)
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are, --
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.