About Bob Cramer

Bob Cramer was ordained to Christian ministry in 1957 after earning a BA in journalism and English literature at Syracuse University (1953) and Master of Divinity at Colgate Rochester Crozer Divinity School (1957). His Master of Arts in Information Management came from Syracuse University in 1973. He has been a pastor and youth minister, a writer and editor, director of media and information for a global mission agency, information officer for the World Association of Christian Communication in London, England, and information management consultant to the World Council of Churches, the Lutheran World Federation, the Food and Agriculture Organization of the United Nations, IDOC International Documentation Center, and InterPress-Rome. He has been a consultant to the Presbyterian Church (USA), United Methodist Communications, and other religion-communication organizations. From 1982-1997 he published commercial-intelligence newsletters on food and wine, management of religion communication, small-group media, and an electronic database of mainstream Christian news releases updated daily. Now retired, he is active in First Congregational United Church of Christ in Santa Rosa, California. Contact: bob.cramer@ecunet.org .

I’m reminded of one of Margaret Cramer’s ironic insights

Recent science news mentions a new dynamic way of studying aquatic-species districts in American streams. Things change, after all, and it’s about time that someone realized that colonies move all the time. Dynamism and mapping seem like opposing concepts.

Populations move, yeah, and a good deal faster than beaurocrats, in Margaret Cramer’s experience. To wit:

I grew up, with my parents and four siblings, in South Champion, New York. One branch of a stream named Sandy Creek flowed through the property. Its water was pure enough to make a home for fingerling salmon on their way to adulthood, when they would get fat and tasty in Lake Ontario.

The naturalist in Mother raised her ire when she noticed that the local cheese factory had begun releasing — illegally — whey into the stream. She read lots of the community-education materials published by Cornell University, and figured she should warn authorities about danger to the salmon.

She did that. Successfully, to no visible effect. When at last someone came to check out the situation, he earned his wage for the day by observing that Mother had been mistaken: “No salmon here at all. Too dirty!”