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DP Camp in Hallein, Austria

My grandfather was a photographer, and one of my influences in imaging. There are 31 photos in this set, all from the Post-World War 2 era. He, my grandmother, father and aunt were war refugees, living then in a Displaced Persons camp in Hallein, Austria. These photos, and many other that I'll post later, survived to tell the story. My family took any number of side trips while they were in Austria. I don't know how commonplace that was. There was a death camp nearby, where these first few photos were taken. The caption on the back reads: "Ebenze March 1947 crematorium + mass graves Austria".

Unfortunately, too few of the photos had captions. This one had no caption.
UPDATE: My cousin, David Kessler, tells me that he has seen this photo in his grandfather's house. He notes that it "depicts a kaddish ceremony at the site of a mass grave of Holocaust victims. There's a rabbi in the photo who led the services."

My grandmother, Liza Rak Kessler, and my Aunt Ina Gershenson.

My grandparents are second and third from the right, with my Aunt Ina fourth. From seeing other photos, they may have been on a visit to a salt mine. There's a stamp on the back of the photo, and what I can still read says this: "Salzbergwerk Hallein. Foto Sch(can't read) Mercner"

My grandfather, in the DP camp at Hallein.

My Aunt Ina, probably at the age of 13 or 14, at the DP camp in Hallein.

My grandfather, outside his photo studio in Hallein.

David Kessler also helped with this: It's a card for the Jewish New Year תש’'ח, which corresponds to 1948. Also note "Kieslowicz", our grandfather's original Polish names (they were from Bilgoraj), and "Hallein."

The stamp on the back of this photo reads, "Lud. Mich. Schmidt, (23) Bremen-Vegesack, Poststr. 56, Eingang, Breite Str."

My grandmother is second from the right.

My Grandfather, Stanley Kessler. His birth name, and as his was known then: Shaia Kieslowicz. The photo is from the DP camp in Hallein, Austria, after WW 2

"A Part of My Childhood Died"

If you know classic rock, you'll recognize that as a line from a song by the Kinks. What I'm going to discuss was from my college years, but the point remains valid.

During 2010, my fraternity chapter was transitioning from Tau Epsilon Phi (TEP) to Tau Delta Phi (TDP). TEP national was in disarray, and we disassociated, and, in what appeared to be a happy circumstance, TDP was trying to organize a group at Penn State. Since our TEP chapter grew from a defunct TDP chapter, it looked like a return to our roots.

Unfortunately, the TDP group never became a chapter, and the men basically abandoned the house. The house needed work, and could not attract enough pledges and new brothers to sustain it financially, and that created a kind of negative feedback loop. This weekend, I was one of a small group of Brothers who came back for something of a final work session. We were cleaning the house in preparation for its sale.

Adding to the mess that the former residents left behind was damage from a break-in. Broken windows had been boarded up, but other damage remained. Lots of old, junk furniture needed to be removed, and the debris needed to be cleaned as best we could. In an unheated house that didn't have running water.

There were about eight of us performing this labor of love, hauling trash and old furniture, sweeping and vacuuming, and sharing some old stories along the way. Being in the house for (probably) the final time, I could hear the voices of my Brothers and Sisters, could see us all when we were young and invincible, could smell and taste some of the incredible times of growing up.

I'm forever grateful for my time at the TEP house. Since graduation, whereever I've lived, 328 East Foster Avenue always remained my house and home, and State College, my home town.

One of the great features of both town and campus is the vitality, the constant change. Some of the places I loved as an undergrad are long gone. Sadly, the TEP house has joined that list. So we ended our night with one final beer and a toast to the happy memories of the home we all shared.

What Do You Wanna Do? I Don’t Know, What Do You Wanna Do?

Below is my latest post for the CNJ ROAR, the newsletter from my chapter of the Penn State Alumni Association. This month's topic was what to do while visiting Penn State. As an alumnus, the list is a little different than it would be for an undergrad.

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We’ve all faced that discussion, whether we were sitting in our room at State, hanging out with friends back home, or even while trying to plan a date night. Since we’re back into Football Season, where being in the Top Ten is a season-long goal, we’ll pay homage by listing our Top 10 things do while visiting Penn State. Like the AP Top 25, this is a largely subjective list that’s built around a few objective criteria. Naturally, we welcome your personal favorites that we somehow omitted, with special citations for the best of what has passed from the Penn State scene (like the Train Station or Chicken Cosmo).

1. Enjoy ice cream at Berkey Creamery. Its new location is bigger, and some undergrads never even knew the old site.
2. Watch a football game at Beaver Stadium. Will it eventually become Paterno Field at Beaver Stadium, or Beaver Field at Paterno Stadium? And now that Michigan added more seats, will our stadium expand again?
3. Climb Mt. Nittany. Although it’s no longer visible from Beaver Stadium, it’s a dynamic icon.
4. Have grilled stickies at The Diner. Eating at The Diner after the bars closed is still a graduation requirement, right?
5. Have your photo taken while sitting on the Lion statue. It’s a busy place during home game weekends, but your camera is safe in the hands of the next group in line.
6. Buy something Blue & White. Whether you prefer the campus stores or the downtown merchants, none of us have enough Blue & White on our cars, in our offices, or in our wardrobes.
7. Attend something other than a football game. Penn State hosts lots of other events: the full NCAA sports program (3-time National Champion Women’s Volleyball, vocal supporters at men’s basketball, etc.), Thon, and Arts Festival are just a few available options.
8. Visit Wine Country. It’s Happy Valley, not Napa Valley, but Mount Nittany Vineyard & Winery in Centre Hall has a tasting room that’s open every day but Monday, and offers some nice selections.
9. Visit the H.O. Smith Botanic Gardens in The Arboretum at Penn State. One of the University’s new additions, located at Park Avenue and Bigler Road, the Arboretum is 370 beautiful acres.
10. Check out where you used to live. Maybe your spouse or kids have never seen the place, or maybe it’s time to put a brick and mortar punctuation mark to the stories you’ve been telling for years. Just be warned: where you lived, or your favorite place to eat, just might not be there any more.

Higher Ed Bubble: Coming Soon?

For the last couple of months, I've been working on blog posts for the local chapter of the Penn State Alumni Association. The post below was included in last month's newsletter, and was a topic I selected. The subject has been discussed all around the Internet, so I wanted to add my own thoughts, especially as it might impact PSU. Here's the post:

Over the last 15 or so years, we’ve become used to hearing terms like the “dot-com bubble” and the “real estate bubble.” You can find detailed definitions of these “bubbles” at Wikipedia, among other resources. At the core (and for the purposes of this post), a bubble exists where the price of X increases rapidly, to the point where that price cannot be sustained relative to other economic elements (think income).

Our question for today: are we in the midst of a Higher Education Bubble?

It’s a question being asked with increasing frequency. An internet search for “Higher Education Bubble” yields dozens of articles in places like the Wall Street Journal, the Chronicle of Higher Education, Forbes.com, and the Boston Herald. And after our experiences with the most recent bubble (real estate), we ought to learn the issues before the bubble bursts.

When Penn State sets its budget every summer, we’re always hearing about the amount of funding provided by the Commonwealth, along with its impact on the increase in tuition and fees. In effect, Pennsylvania is shielding the true cost of a Penn state education by providing a subsidy. The federal government, to this point, has also made student loan guarantees a relatively simple process. Again, this could be considered something akin to a subsidy. Of course, student loans carry their own issues; Penn State’s For the Future campaign states that upon graduation, a student will have an average loan debt amount in excess of $28,000. An estimated 74% of Penn state students receive financial assistance, mostly in the form of loans. (Source: For the Future, Summer 2010, pages 10-11). Are the state subsidies and federal loan guarantees driving demand to levels that the market would not naturally reach?

The increases in tuition and fees are undeniable. According to the College Board, “Published tuition and fees at public four-year colleges and universities rose at an average annual rate of 4.9% per year beyond general inflation from 1999-2000 to 2009-2010”. (Source: Trends in Higher Education Series, 2009). Over that same time period, the general inflation rate was under 3%. Has the price of a college education increased rapidly, compared to other economic elements? Have American household incomes increased at that same rate, over that same time?

Has the value of an undergraduate degree held up over time? Let’s consider that we’ve lost more than 8 million jobs during the current recession (Source: NASDAQ.com), and Vice President Biden recently stated that many of those jobs are not coming back. At the same time, schools like Penn State continue to graduate large numbers of students. So there’s a large number of people meeting the minimum requirements for most jobs (a Bachelor’s degree), and they’re competing for a shrinking number of open positions. Our experiences in the current recession suggest that, very often, the value of a degree has not help up.

Certainly, there are a lot of entities (like Penn State) and people (like us) who have a vested interest in there not being a burst bubble. Similar interests didn’t prevent previous bubbles from bursting.

Since this is supposed to be a simple blog post, I won’t delve into issues like what might happen if college becomes compulsory, or any of the political issues behind the changes to the student loan programs, or any of the reforms that a modern university might consider. Do you think that we are experiencing a bubble in higher education, and, if so, how can we help Penn State thrive through a period of uncertainty?

BYO Madness

Three recent BYO experiences, all a bit different.

About six weeks ago, we had dinner at a BYO restaurant in Highland Park that specialized in ethic food. It was graduation season, and the place was crowded and loud. That was fine with us.

When the waitress brought the wine glasses over, I inspected them, mostly out of habit, I think. One glass had lipstick marks that hadn't fully washed off from a prior use. I asked the waitress for a replacement glass, and she told me that they were behind in clean-up, that this was the last clean wine glass, and she suggested that I just drink from the other side of the glass.

Not a really good answer, of course. She finally brought over what she called "traditional" wine glasses from their home country. Basically, it looked like a double shot glass. But it was clean, so we had that going for us.

The next time, we were surpised to discover that the restaurant was a BYO. The really bad news was that the place was in Pennsylvania. The good news/bad news end was that we were in walking distance of a State Store. Not having shopped in one for several years, I'd forgotten (blocked?) how dismal they were. There were few choices in chilled white wines, and none of those were particularly impressive. The best chilled white was Kendall Jackson Chardonnay; not a bad wine, but not interesting. At least there was a decent selection of sake, which is what I wanted anyway.

Last week, we finally found the happy BYO experience at Za in Pennington. It was a small, quiet place with excellent food. There was a group of four men at the next table who were probably part (all?) of a wine club. They opened with a champagne, had another 8-10 bottles of dinner wine, as well as a dessert wine. And one guy even brought his own glasses. That was a very serious group of wine lovers. That was a restaurant that I can recommend highly if you're in mythical Central New Jersey.

The World Can't Be That Small

A couple of weeks ago, I attended an industry event in Summit, NJ. I'd never been to that town, and the only people I knew were at that event. Or so I thought. After leaving the event, I stopped outside the downtown office building to make a call. As I was dialing, I heard a woman calling my name. I turned around, and this woman was standing in the doorway of the business next door, waving at me. I totally did not recognize her, so I said "You have to help me here." Her reply wasn't really helpful. She asked, "Where am I standing?" I told her she was standing in a doorway. It turned out to be a salon. Still, I had nothing. She finally gave me enough of a hint that I remembered. It was a woman I worked with at my first "real" post-college job, and she was an aspiring stylist back then. Now we hadn't seen each other is 20+ years, and I never would have recognized her. Now we're talking about what happened to everyone we used to work with, and someone should start a Facebook group from DISC.

Today, I tried out a new hair salon near home. The stylist is a former neighbor. I related to her the story I shared above, and as I finished, a woman came out from the back of the shop, stopping right in front of me, looking me dead in the eye. Once again, I'm at a loss, but this time she didn't make me guess. The salon owner turns out to be an old friend from my SAR days. She named the business after her daughter, and I just never would have known. And this was another person that I haven't seen in 20+ years.