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Son, Placed for Adoption, Leads Birth Parents to Altar 36 Years Later
Aug. 31, 2018

Martin Schmidt, who was adopted as an infant, reached out to find his biological parents, Dave Lindgren and Michele Newman. The couple hadn’t spoken for decades before their firstborn reconnected them. He was the officiant at their wedding Aug. 4 in Marshfield, Wis.Lauren Justice for The New York Times
Martin Schmidt knew from a young age he was adopted, but he didn’t seek out his biological parents until he was about to have children of his own. His adoptive parents, William and Cynthia Schmidt, gave him the paperwork he needed for meeting his biological parents when he turned 18, but “didn’t push it,” Mr. Schmidt said. “They absolutely loved me like I was biologically born. I have a great family.”

Still, Mr. Schmidt, 36, a road foreman for Gunnison County in Colorado, said finding out his wife, Carin, was pregnant in 2014 with their firstborn, Malcolm, “kind of pushed the issue. It made me want to meet the rest of the family I didn’t know.”

He initiated contact through the Wisconsin Department of Children and Families and the state first got in touch with his biological mother, Michele Newman. At the time, she was living in Hilo, Hawaii, working at a families services nonprofit organization with men who had experienced or were accused of domestic violence.

Ms. Newman was on her lunch break when she received the call from the state. She burst into tears. “It was immediate waterworks,” she said. “I called my mom. Then I went back to work and told my boss ‘I’ve got to go home for the rest of the day.’”

The couple held a backyard barbecue wedding. The children took advantage of the tree swing.Lauren Justice for The New York Times
Within a few days, she and Mr. Schmidt spoke on the phone. “It was just incredible, and overwhelming to hear his voice,” Ms. Newman said.

“We were two strangers, meeting for the first time, who already had an emotional bond,” Mr. Schmidt said.

Ms. Newman told Mr. Schmidt about the day he was born, 35 years earlier, during a severe snowstorm that kept Ms. Newman from leaving the hospital for days. At the time, Ms. Newman, now 53, was a high school junior. She and Mr. Schmidt’s biological father, Dave Lindgren, grew up in the small farming community of Loyal, Wis., and their families were close.

But Mr. Lindgren was a few years older, and in addition to going to high school, he was working at a dairy plant. The two had dated for several months and broke up before Ms. Newman realized she was pregnant.

Clayton Petras, 12, sings “Bless the Broken Road” by Rascal Flatts while the couple danced under the huppah. He is the oldest grandson of Mr. Lindgren.Lauren Justice for The New York Times
“There was never any real bitterness between us,” she said. “Dave was a good man with a good heart, and we were both doing things we shouldn’t have.”

Still, the lack of bitterness — and the support of her family — didn’t make Ms. Newman’s high school experience any less isolating. After graduation, she left town and embarked on a peripatetic life, living in different cities in Arizona; Colorado; Wyoming; and finally Hawaii. She married twice but had no other children.

“I had always wondered about Martin,” Ms. Newman said. “I felt so blessed that this happened in my life at 50-something years old.”

A couple of weeks later, Ms. Newman was still turning it all over in her head. “I was thinking about who I am and where life had taken me,” she said. “It had been 35 years, and I hadn’t spoken to Dave since I told him I was pregnant.”

When they were teenagers, Ms. Newman became pregnant and gave up the child for adoption. Martin Schmidt reached out more than 30 years later, wanting to meet his biological parents. Ms. Newman and Mr. Lindgren started dating again and fell in love.Lauren Justice for The New York Times
But she knew he had consented to opening the adoption file, too, and that he might have spoken with Mr. Schmidt. She decided to reach out, curious to know what he was feeling. “My plan was just to send him a text,” Ms. Newman said.

When he got her text, Mr. Lindgren was five hours ahead, getting ready for bed at his home in Marshfield, Wis. “It was an odd area code and number, so at first I ignored it,” Mr. Lindgren, 55, said. “But once I realized who it was, we texted back and forth a few times and I asked, ‘Do you mind if I give you a call?’”

Since they last spoke, Mr. Lindgren had married three times and had become a father many times over. “I have four biological children, including Martin, and four stepchildren that are also my kids,” Mr. Lindgren said. “I was always meant to be a dad.”

He had stayed in central Wisconsin and worked his way up to being a plant manager at Lynn Dairy. A self-proclaimed milk and cheese obsessive, he is also certified as a master cheese maker through the University of Wisconsin, specializing in Cheddar, Monterey Jack, mozzarella and provolone.

Martin Schmidt hugs Ms. Newman after the wedding ceremony. “It’s a powerful moment to give a hug to your birth mom,” he recalled of the first time they embraced after reconnecting.Lauren Justice for The New York Times
On that fateful day in December, when Ms. Newman texted him, he hadn’t yet heard from his firstborn. (“I was spacing out the calls a bit for the emotional load,” Mr. Schmidt said.)

Mr. Lindgren was eager to hear about his son, but expected his conversation with Ms. Newman would be a short one. Four hours later, at 2 a.m., he got off the phone and realized there was still so much more to say.

A few days later, they spoke on the phone again. And then they couldn’t stop talking. He learned about the many jobs she held before she moved to Hawaii in her 40s and got her undergraduate degree and a master’s in counseling psychology. He learned about her passion for advocating for victims of sexual assault and those struggling with addiction. Ms. Newman learned that Mr. Lindgren was going through a divorce, and about his children and the goings-on of his large extended family.

“We had long deep discussions,” Ms. Newman said. “We were going through all these serious life topics. We became very close that way.”

Soon, they were talking every day, sometimes multiple times. And one day Mr. Lindgren said, “You know, I’ve always wanted to go to Hawaii.’”

“I didn’t think this was any romantic kind of thing,” Ms. Newman said. “Dave was in the middle of a divorce.”

So she said she’d be happy to show him around the Big Island. For his part, Mr. Lindgren knew there was an “instant connection.” And though he was interested in Hawaii, he had never before had any intention of traveling there. He bought two tickets for the trip — one for him, and one for his nephew Nate, who could double as a travel partner and potential buffer.

Ms. Newman picked up leis and drove to the airport to greet them. When she saw Mr. Lindgren walking down the escalator toward her, something shifted.

The couple did a reverse wedding celebration. First, there was a party, followed by buffet-style dinner, and at sunset, a quick ceremony.Lauren Justice for The New York Times
“I guess my heart was already halfway there,” she said. “Because the minute I saw him, I just thought to myself, ‘Oh my god.’”

He felt it too. “I could just tell,” he said. “This is it.”

They gave each other a hug. And then a kiss. And from there, Mr. Lindgren said, “it took over from us being 16 and 17 years old again.”

The vacation was a romantic success — they ate sushi, went swimming with manta rays, toured a volcano overlook — but both Mr. Lindgren and Ms. Newman worried about what might happen next. “I’ve never had that hard of a time leaving anywhere,” Mr. Lindgren said. “I worried I might not ever see her again.”

Even some 4,000 miles and five hours apart, the two continued to talk every day. Separately, they were also talking with their son more and more.

There wasn’t any wedding cake, but for the grown-ups, there were plenty of Jello shots.Lauren Justice for The New York Times
Mr. Schmidt was having other new conversations, too.

“We quickly started hearing from my biological grandmothers,” Mr. Schmidt said. “We get cards, presents for the kids’ birthdays, for our birthdays — that warmth has made it really simple to become part of the family.”

Within a few months of the Hawaii trip, Ms. Newman decided to move back to Wisconsin for good. It wasn’t just about Dave. “I wanted to be closer to my mom,” she said. “And I just started to feel Hawaii wasn’t the place for me to be anymore.”

She was also very eager to meet her son. She packed her belongings and flew to the mainland, meeting her mother, Kay Schaefer, in Portland, Ore. The two then embarked on a road trip back to Wisconsin, with a significant stop in Colorado.

“She drove to me first,” Mr. Schmidt said. “It’s a powerful moment to give a hug to your birth mom.”

The bride dances under the tent with a younger guest.Lauren Justice for The New York Times
It was during this visit that Mr. Schmidt learned of the romance unfolding between his biological parents.

“Dave posted a picture of them in Hawaii on Facebook and I thought, ‘There’s definitely something happening here,’” Mr. Schmidt said. “But Michele’s visit was when we understood she was going back to be with her mom and see if this relationship with Dave would really work.”

The new relationship worried some of her family at first. Ms. Newman’s sister, Teri Bruna, said that when she heard Dave and Michele were dating again, she thought it was “really bizarre. I was shocked when she moved back to Wisconsin. Michele hates the cold.” But, she said, “Dave is probably the nicest guy on the planet and he makes my sister happy.”

Ms. Schaefer also worried. She told Mr. Lindgren at one point: “You weren’t my favorite person. If you hurt her again, I’m going to kill you!”

Sisters Emily Erpenbach, 21, and Ashlyn Erpenbach, 18, two of Mr. Lindgren’s nieces, celebrate at the couple’s backyard bash.Lauren Justice for The New York Times
But as the couple’s love grew, their families grew close again, too. (Mr. Lindgren’s mother, Edna, said of Ms. Newman’s mother, Kay: “She was one of the first people I met when we bought the farm.” Mr. Schmidt was the first grandchild for both of them. “You can’t forget that,” she said.)

The couple moved in together, and on Dec. 12, 2015, exactly one year after that fateful first text message, Mr. Lindgren proposed. She protested at first. They had both been married multiple times, and she felt it was unnecessary when they knew how they felt about each other. “I told him, ‘We’re old. We don’t need this,’” she said.

But he insisted. “I want to marry my sweetheart,” he told her.

On the first Saturday in August, he did. The wedding was a casual backyard affair, hosted at the couple’s home, a white house nestled between cornfields in Marshfield, Wis.

The events of the day were held somewhat in reverse: First, there was a party, followed by dinner, and at sunset, a quick ceremony.

About 100 guests, including Mr. Schmidt’s wife, Carin, and their children, Malcolm, 3, and Willow, 1, mingled about. Strings of icicle lights were hung from the edges of white tents, and tables were set with Mason jars filled with flowers from the bride’s garden. Instead of a D.J. there was a box of CDs. A sleepy yellow lab named Summer snoozed under the buffet table. Several guests had parked campers and pitched tents in the yard so they wouldn’t have to drive home later.

Steely gray clouds and gusty winds threatened rain all afternoon, but the weather held until right before the ceremony. A brief but intense downpour around 7:15 p.m. sent several guests out into the yard to save the huppah. Ms. Newman, who was raised Roman Catholic but converted to Judaism when she married her second husband, had fashioned it out of tall branches and a lace tablecloth from her grandmother.

Ms. Newman, who wore a white lace peplum top and a peacock-blue skirt, stood before her guests and said: “With every blessing, there’s some sadness. But I wouldn’t change any of this at all. The day that I got the call that Martin wanted to reach out to us was the best day of my life. And it’s just gotten better every day after that.”

The groom, in black shorts and a white athleisure polo shirt, was even more succinct. “I never thought in a million years this would happen,” he said. “It’s just awesome.”

Naturally, their son, the one who reunited the two high school sweethearts, officiated the ceremony. (Several years earlier, he was ordained, on a lark, by the Church of the Latter Day Dude. This was a delight to Ms. Newman, whose favorite movie is “The Big Lebowski,” for which the online church is named.)

Standing safely under the big tent while the rain poured, Mr. Schmidt grinned and began the ceremony. “For those of you who haven’t met me, I’m Martin Schmidt. I’m their son,” he said to loud cheers. “And related or not, this is the group of people we call family.”

Allison Geyer contributed from Marshfield, Wis.

ON THIS DAY

When Aug. 4, 2018.

Where The home of the couple, in Marshfield, Wis.

Opposites Attract Though the groom is serious about his meat and cheese, the bride is a lactose-intolerant vegetarian. The couple catered the wedding with barbecue (with vegetarian options) from Dave’s favorite fish fry joint, Chili Corners Bar and Grill. On Dave’s birthday several years ago, when Michele was still living in Hawaii, she called Chili Corners to ask if she could surprise Dave by paying for his meal. At first, the owner of the bar said no — there wasn’t a credit card machine. But once the owner realized who was on the phone, she remembered Michele as a former babysitter. “She said, just send me a check in the mail,” Ms. Newman recalled. “Then, the bar made a big announcement and said Dave’s dinner was bought by a girl in Hawaii.”

First Dance Live music at the ceremony was provided by 12-year-old Clayton Petras, a grandson of the groom. In lieu of a first dance, Clayton sang “Bless the Broken Road” by Rascal Flatts while the couple embraced under the huppah.

Sugar Fix There was no cake at the wedding, but there were plenty of rounds of Jell-O shots instead.

A friend recommended “Come from Away,” the story of a small town in Newfoundland that was  overwhelmed on 9/11 when diverted airplanes start landing, bringing thousands of strangers. Then I saw a tweet by James Comey, saying that he loved it.

I don’t usually make theatrical choices based on a Comey tweet, but the combination was irresistible.

I saw it today. It was wonderful.

It reminds us of what our society has lost: generosity of spirit. Kindness.

See it.

This is not just a New York play. Opportunities to see the musical are growing, with a second company now performing in Canada and a third set to launch a North American tour in Seattle in October.

The best dramas and musicals cross cultures, time, space.

This is what the writers of the play said about it.

New York audiences have included many people close to the tragedy, and to Hein and Sankoff. At a recent performance the couple attended, viewers included both their 4-year-old daughter’s teacher and a firefighter’s widow.

Having their young child accompany them through Come From Away’s progress has been especially meaningful. “The show reminds us to teach our daughter to be kind, how important that is in this world,” says Hein. Sankoff adds, “It takes a unique kind of bravery to do that, to be kind. Sometimes it’s seen as a kind of weakness, but really, one of the riskiest things to do is to open yourself up to people. To sit down and push away is easy.”

To further promote that message, the Come From Away team has done “a ton of education outreach,” Hein notes. “So many teachers have come to see it. People who weren’t born when 9/11 happened have come and been really moved.”

Imagine that: a message that kindness matters.

This is my favorite classical music ever. Many years ago, I walked into a Tower music shop near NYU, one of those megastores with every kind of music, hundreds of thousands of recordings of pop, rock, blues, soul, folk, etc. From the very back of the store I heard this magnificent choral music, overpowering every other section and sound. I went back to the source and was transfixed. It was Brahms’ German Requiem. Here is a beautiful recording. Take an hour today. Treat yourself. You deserve it. Begin the year with serenity, beauty, psssion, and the joy of sublime music.

This is my way of sending you joy and thanking you for sharing your time with me.

This is my last post of the day. Just listen and share this beautiful experience.

Steven Singer wrote a book! You probably know his Blog called “Gadfly on the Wall.” I often repost his writing because he writes with clarity and passion and first-hand experience.

His book is “Gadfly on the Wall: A Apublic School Teacher Speaks Out on Racism and Reform.”

It was published by Garn Press.

Steven explains here why he wrote a book and how it feels to see it in print.

He writes:

“How did this happen?

It was only three and a half years ago that I sat down at my computer and decided to write my first blog.

And now I’ve got a book coming out from Garn Press – “Gadfly on the Wall: A Public School Teacher Speaks Out on Racism and Reform.”

Like the title says, I’m just a public school teacher. I’m not important enough to write a book.

A blog? Sure. That could disappear any day now.

All it would take is WordPress deleting the site or maybe the power goes out and never comes back or a zombie apocalypse or who knows…

But a book. That’s kinda’ permanent.

It has mass and takes up space.

That won’t just poof out of existence if someone unplugs the wrong server.

It would take some sort of conscious effort for a book to go away. People would have to actively work to destroy it. They’d have to pile those rectangular paper bundles in a fire pit, douse them in gasoline and light a match.

Otherwise, they’d just maybe sit in a basement somewhere in boxes, unopened and collecting dust.

Or could it really be that people might actually crack the spine and read the things?

It’s a strange sort of birth this transition from cyberspace to 3-dimensional reality.

And it’s about to transpire with selected bits of my writing.

I am flabbergasted. Shocked. Almost in denial that this is really happening.

Did I mention that I’m a public school teacher? No one is supposed to listen to us.

School policy is made without us. Decisions impacting our kids and our careers are made by people who haven’t seen the classroom in years – if ever. And when we politely raise our hands to let people know that something isn’t working, the best we can hope for is to be ignored; the worst is to be bullied into silence.

Read the rest. Steven has a beautiful quote from Ray Bradbury’s “Fahrenheit 451” that all of us can live by.

Nancy Bailey knows that the high priority given to test scores has driven many important activities out of elementary schools. Some have cut back on recess, or eliminated it. Some have cut back on the arts. Some no longer can spare the time to stage a play. When the school lines by the credo of “no excuses,” dramatics goes the way of the dinosaur.

She bemoans the lost pleasure and learning that comes from putting on a play.

She provides a list of the positive benefits that derive from participating in a play, such as socialization, self-confidence, and self-discipline.

In years ahead, what will you remember? The play you brought to life or your test scores?

Diane Pearl Gallagher left the following comment. I have advice for her. Do not give up. It is always darkest just before the dawn. We will win. We are many. They are few. We put children first. They put money and power first. We fight for the next generation, not to control them but to free them to be their best selves.

Gallagher writes:

“There is no end in sight. No light. Tunnel is long and winding. Will the snakes (plethora of them, which is growing insanely and rapidly) consume themselves? I am a survivor of the NYCDOE, where I witnessed educators carried out on stretchers, nervous breakdowns, heart attacks, trauma, etc. It became such a hostile environment that it was like entering another country. It continues….Students who bring mammoth issues into the schools, especially our urban schools (poverty in this century is a new breed of poverty) witness their teachers’ stress (test scores, oppressive management by incompetent leaders etc) and there is little for them to “survive” on or be nourished and educated in a way that allows social mobility. I am a public school advocate but at this point, there only remains a skeleton of what once existed as a place of learning and safety in our urban areas. For profit schools are demonstrating that they too are failing our children. Soon it will be blatant in the public’s eye and too many sacrificial lambs will have already been placed on the pyre. Our “little” voices still need to be heard. Resistance still needs to occur.”

Back to school time!

Butterflies in your stomach!

But you get to see your friends and your teachers!

And watch this to see why public school is great!

Let’s remember what matters most: Friendship. Kindness. Creativity. Joy. Compassion. Integrity. Good citizenship. Thinking. Learning. Goodness. Heart. Character.

In case you wondered, the video is from Ossining, New York.

Joan Kramer, a hero of public libraries, public education, and the common good, died a few days ago.

Joan was a hero to all who knew and loved her.

This is a tribute from some of her friends who knew her well.

Here she is testifying before the Los Angeles Unified School District board on behalf of libraries.

She had a fantastic blog, beautifully illustrated. I recommend that you read it.

You can see her beautiful spirit in her words. I especially loved her story about Allen Funt, the Candid Camera guy.

Farewell, Joan. We will miss you. Your followers will carry on and multiply, to spread your message about the values of literacy, knowledge, civilization, and the power of the public space.

Steven Singer finds that there is a missing ingredient in the present discourse about School Reform. Reformers think they have made great strides if they open more opportunities for choice. What reformers have not been willing to do is to guarantee that every child has the right to an excellent education.

We know what excellent education looks like. It is the education that the 1% demand for their own children. Small classes. Experienced teachers. Beautiful grounds. Ample supplies. A well-stocked library. A curriculum that takes every child as far as they can go. No obsession with test scores.

So why do reformers want other people’s children in overcrowded classes, staffed by inexperienced teachers, focused in tests. Learning to obey and conform?

Singer writes:

“Let’s get one thing straight: there are plenty of things wrong with America’s school system. But they almost all stem from one major error.

“We don’t guarantee every child an excellent education.

“Instead, we strive to guarantee every child THE CHANCE at an excellent education. In other words, we’ll provide a bunch of different options that parents and children can choose from – public schools, charter schools, cyber schools, voucher schools, etc.

“Some of these options will be great. Some will be terrible. It’s up to the consumer (i.e. parents and children) to decide which one to bet on.

“In many places this results in children bouncing from school-to-school. One school is woefully deficient, they enroll in another one. One school closes suddenly, they start over again at another.

“It’s terribly inefficient and does very little good for most children.

“But that’s because it’s not designed with them in mind. It does not put the child first. It puts the education provider first.

“It is a distinctly privatized system. As such, the most important element in this system is the corporation, business, administrator or entrepreneurial entity that provides an education.

“We guarantee the businessperson a potential client. We guarantee the investor a market. We guarantee the hedge fund manager a path to increased equity. We guarantee the entrepreneur a chance to exploit the system for a profit.

“What we do NOT guarantee is anything for the students. Caveat emptor – “Let the buyer beware.”

“Imagine if, instead, we started from this proposition: every child in America will be provided with an excellent education.

“Sound impossible? Maybe. But it’s certainly a better goal than the one we’re using.”

There is much more. Singer doesn’t have a cookie-cutter in mind.

The current absurd obsession with test scores is destroying schooling and childhood. Nowhere is the devastation more visible than in state and local policies turning kindergarten and nursery school into academically rigorous boot camps. Pre-K is supposed to get children ready for kindergarten. Kindergarten is a time to learn reading and writing and math. Kindergarten prepares the child for first grade. It is the first step towards “college and career readiness.”

But kindergarten has been warped beyond all recognition from what it is supposed to be. The founder of the kindergarten was Friedrich Froebel. His ideas were first brought to America by William Torrey Harris, the superintendent of schools in St. Louis (later the U.S. Commissioner of Education for 18 years under various presidents) and a devotee of Hegel.

To learn more about what kindergarten should be, go to the Froebel website.

Here is an excerpt from the opening page:

“The name Kindergarten signifies both a garden for children, a location where they can observe and interact with nature, and also a garden of children, where they themselves can grow and develop in freedom from arbitrary imperatives.

“In 1837, having developed and tested a radically new educational method and philosophy based on structured, activity based learning, Froebel moved to Bad Blankenburg and established his Play and Activity Institute which in 1840 he renamed Kindergarten.

“Kindergarten has three essential parts:

*creative play, which Froebel called gifts and occupations)
*singing and dancing for healthy activity
*observing and nurturing plants in a garden for stimulating awareness of the natural world

“Play is the highest expression of human development in childhood for it alone is the free expression of what is in a child’s soul.

“To Froebel belongs the credit for finding the true nature of play and regulating it to lead naturally into work. The same spontaneity and joy, the same freedom and serenity that characterise the plays of childhood are realised in all human activity. The gifts and occupations are the living connection which makes both play and work expressions of the same creative activity. ” W N Hailmann

“Friedrich Froebel introduced the concept of gardens for children, where they could participate in all aspects of growing, harvesting, and preparing nutritious, seasonal produce. As educational tools, these gardens provide real world applications of core mathematical concepts. The Edible Schoolyard educates children about the connections between food, health, and the environment through activities which are fully integrated into the curriculum.”