Guest Opinion
September
16, 1999
Arriving
a little early this morning in Mt. Angel to do my weekly cable TV show live on
location, I had a few minutes to wander around before taping. Many, already dressed in their traditional Bavarian
clothing were dancing up and down the streets to the distinct sounds of
accordions. Volunteers were carting in
final loads of supplies for their booths, hanging potted plants and
straightening signs in final preparation.
The festival spirit was in the crisp morning air and already on the
faces of those ready for the start of the festival.
The
excitement of the opening ceremony and the growing merriment up and down every
street was such a contrast to the morning news on the radio as I was driving to
Mt. Angel just a few minutes prior. The
latest word on the tragic Fr. Worth
church shooting. The up-to-the-minute
status of Hurricane Floyd.
All
around the world, people are struggling to deal with tragedy. Tragedies of mother nature, and tragedies of
mankind. In recent weeks earthquakes
have jolted Turkey and Greece, killing thousands of people. Hurricane Floyd has forced entire
communities to leave their homes and seek refuge in shelters. And while Floyd may be proving to be a
little more gentle than predicted, it is still a hurricane that is uprooting
trees, causing flooding and leaving destruction behind. Nor was it long ago a gunman burst into a
daycare center spraying bullets at innocent children and care providers. And, of course, the current back-to-school events are vivid reminders of epidemic school shootings nation wide. Tragedy seems to be everywhere.
But
at least for right now, tragedy is a world away from the beautiful Willamette
Valley where a celebration of the harvest begins. A thanksgiving for the bounty we reap from our toil of the
land. Oktoberfest is a festival
designed to include the entire family and the entire community. A celebration of life itself.
The
tragedies worldwide are a reminder of how delicate life is. When tragedy strikes, we are acutely aware
of how quickly everything we have, life itself, can be taken away – or changed
forever.
The
contrasts highlighted between these tragedies and our celebration of
Oktoberfest can, and should, give pause to each of us. The simple pleasures of life that we so
readily take for granted when weighed against the horrendous tragedies that
can, and do, happen and sometimes without warning, puts things into
perspective.
Technology
and all the cutting-edge, spectacular, innovative discoveries, whether they be
electronic, medical or otherwise, have put virtually everyone into the
modern-day fast lane! Life has been
good, materially speaking, for the me- generation, the x- generation – for most
people who are 30 years old or less.
Whatever these generations are called, the fact is, their world is fast
food, fast information, fast cars, fast credit, fast everything! Unfortunately, they don’t have any other
frame of reference. However, many of the older generations have figured
they, too, may as well get into the fast lane themselves, or get run over.
Conversely,
Oktoberfest is as old as the community of Mt. Angel. Surrounded by old-fashioned, ethnic traditions that are evident
in everything from the gaily decorated buildings, to the music, to the Bavarian
clothing, revelers are swept back in time.
A time that has a slower pace. A
time of simple pleasures. A time of
music and laughter in the streets. A
time of celebration with family and friends.
Ironically, the simple pleasures
of this festival continue to draw greater crowds of young and old alike and
bring greater joy than some modern-day events.
And incidentally, Mt. Angel's Oktoberfest draws the largest crowd of any
such festival in the Northwest.
Perhaps
in this irony we can learn something about how to deal with today’s problems
and challenges, particularly the challenges with our youth. The simple pleasures of life, a slower pace, and old-fashioned
celebrations with family and friends, may have more substance and meaning, and
teach us more about life’s lessons than we realize.
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