A Memorial

The old saying is that a picture is worth a thousand words, right?

John with the Chipmunk

This picture represents FAR MORE than a thousand words.

You may see a man feeding a chipmunk. I do too, but I see SO MUCH more.

I see a mentor. I see a friend. I see a husband, father & grandfather. I see an outdoorsman. I see so many scenes from my life played out in my mind that I do not even know where or how to begin.

The photograph above is one of my favorite pictures of Best Bud Ed’s dad, John. In fact, when I think of John, it is this image (or something similar) is what pops into my mind. This photo represents so much of who he was, and what he was about to me.

I have written and re-written this post so many times, I lost count.  

I have struggled over and over and over again to try and come up with post about a man that I held in high regard.  A post that honored a man who lived life as John did.  On his own terms – with the determination of a bull.  A post that treasured so many fond memories…  In the end, I couldn’t.

I realized that I won’t be able to meet my own expectations, that I am not going to find the right combination of words to honor and celebrate his life – nor will I be able to express my gratitude to Best Bud Ed and his family for having shared their husband, father, and grandfather with me as well as I wish I could. 

Instead, I decided to post the photo above.  A photo that is (to me) worth a thousand (or more) words (and fond memories).  I could go on and on about the countless hours I spent at Ed’s place hanging with his dad. The times we spent in his (meticulously kept) garage or shed while he tinkered on an old radio or tuning up a chain saw. I could talk about the memories of the times we spent in the basement while he reloaded shotgun shells or just hanging out in his living room while he “tolerated” us playing cribbage, ordering pizzas, watching movies, and listening to loud teenage music.

This photo takes me back to memories of “Roly Poly Tobacco Tins”, antique firearms, and trips to the cabin.  It floods me with memories of hours spent around the campfire, smokin’ cigars, and drinkin’ Leroux Black.  I can’t help but think about ATV’s, Yours Truly Johnny Dollar, Freshly made Donuts from the Aitkin Bakery, antique collections, cribbage, and Coast to Coast Hardware.

On the 27th of February this year John left us and was welcomed (open armed) into the embrace of our Heavenly Father.

John’s memory and legacy lives on.  He lives in the hearts and minds of his family, and his friends.  I am proud and thankful to be able to say that John was my friend and truly believe his influence has helped make me a better man. 

So John, as you transition to whatever comes next after our lives here, I want to wish safe journeys to you my friend, until such time that we can meet again…  You remain in my thoughts and prayers.

1991 – St. John the Baptist Time Capsule

1984 Ford Ranger 2wd 4cyl 5spdDecember 1991. Where were you?

I was still a free man single, but dating my now current wife.  I was still living at home, and commuting 90+ miles a few times a week (each way) to see the previously mentioned love-of-my-life.  I had finished my ----------  ---------- ----------  (----------  ---------- ) and was working at Coast to Coast Hardware and Canterbury Downs Racetrack while looking for a job as a ----------  ----------.  I was driving a 1984 2wd 4cyl 5spd Ford Ranger (which after searching this blog and Facebook I was unable to locate a photo of… Mission accepted!). 


In December 1991 the students and staff of St. John the Baptist School in Jordan Minnesota assembled a Time Capsule for National Geographic’s “National Geography Week”.  The contents were collected and sealed in the box with instructions that the box was not to be opened until 2011.

Back then, school was still held in the old building (In fact, #2 of 5 is old enough to still have had classes in that building).  St. John’s has since built a new school (attached to the church) while the old school still stands (looking so lonely) across the street.

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For twenty years the time capsule has been stored in the vault at what is now known as Frandsen Bank & Trust (formally known as Valley Bank) in Jordan, Mn. 

Time Capsule Seal

Announcements were made to families, friends, former students, parents, and the Jordan Independent (our local newspaper) to join the staff and students of St. John’s for a special assembly to open the time capsule! 

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On February 3, 2012 Principal Bonita Jungles and our own parish priest Fr. Timothy Yanta (who is adored by the students) led the assembly.  Fr. Yanta warmed up the crowd by asking the students to make guesses at what may be inside the time capsule. 

Adding to the excitement, Local businessman Allen Houdek of American Family Insurance donated some movie tickets to the school to give out as prize incentives for the kids who accurately guessed the contents.

The students’ guesses included…

- St. John the Baptist clothing items
- Computer equipment
- a Smurf
- a video game
- a movie
- pictures (photographs)
- books
- student made books & projects
- world series items
- a suitcase
- and one student even guessed a mouse
    (they said a “live mouse” but I wonder if they meant a real mouse who may have chewed
    their way into the box sometime over the past twenty years but never found it’s way out)

Tensions were high as the moment all were waiting for arrived!  Fr. Yanta and Principal Jungles CRACKED THE SEAL peeled off the masking tape – exposing the 1991 contents of the time capsule to 2012!! 

There were ooohs and aaahs from everyone!!   

Time Capsule opening - St. John the Baptist School - Jordan, Mn  Time Capsule opening - St. John the Baptist School - Jordan, Mn

Items inside the time capsule included…

- a copy of America - Past and Present (a social studies book)
- a copy of the February 25, 1991 Minneapolis Star Tribune
         Headline “Allied Troops Advance In Kuwait, Storm into Iraq”
- a copy of the March 11, 1991 Minneapolis Star Tribune
         Headline “Arab nations back Bush plan”
- a copy of the March 4, 1991 Minneapolis Star Tribune
         Headline “Iraq agrees to all UN terms”

Fr. Yanta commented “It’s kind of sad.  It doesn’t seem like things have changed in twenty years.”

- a copy of the October 20, 1991 Minneapolis Star Tribune
         Headline “Kirrr-bee does it!”
- a copy of the November 4, 1991 Sports Illustrated documenting the Minnesota Twins World Series victory
- a copy of the March 18, 1991 Time Magazine - “A Moment to Savor”

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- a small stuffed teddy bear
- a 5.25 inch floppy disk (I’d LOVE to see what is on that!)
- a copy of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory book (which was a regular 4th grade reading assignment
     at that time
)
- a ticket to a University of Minnesota vs San Jose State University football (a game that was played
     in the HHH Metrodome
)
- a small “Big Bird” figurine
- a 1991 Minnesota Twins Homer Hanky

Time Capsule opening - St. John the Baptist School - Jordan, Mn

- some student artwork
- a cassette tape (labeled “words of wisdom by the students of St. John’s)

Time Capsule opening - St. John the Baptist School - Jordan, Mn

- a Jordan Minnesota High School Hubman & Jaguars Homecoming Button
     (The Hubman and Jaguars are our town’s mascots.)
- a VHS cassette labeled “Crisis in the Middle East”
     (believed to be special news coverage of the first Gulf War)

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- a Minnesota Twins button
- a student’s art project on the Mayflower
- a student’s research project on the Mayflower

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- a small plastic Toy Soldier
- a Homer Simpson magnet
- a copy of a photograph of one of the brothers of a student who was killed in a motor vehicle accident
     (There was a hand written message on the back from the student that she was putting his photo in the box
     as a reminder.  The subject of the photo just so happens to also be the brother of our good friend and former
     next door neighbor.
)

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- a list of Vocabulary words of the 1990’s
     (including such items as Rad, Bodacious, and D’oh, and Kawabunga)
- a Where’s Waldo sticker
- a Garfield sticker
- a Minnesota Twins pen
- a small flag and letter from a soldier fighting in the Gulf war
- a St. John’s lunch menu…  

After reading the monthly menu out loud to the assembly, Principal Jungles commented on how the lunch menu “has not changed much”.

- a third grade phone book
- a list of the favorite movies of the day (including Home Alone, and Dances with Wolves)
- a student written poem titled “Learning in 1991”
- a student’s project highlighting his experience with the1991 Halloween Blizzard
     (a record smashing snow storm where 30 inches of snow fell over two and a half days)


- a construction paper Alaskan Flag and student’s research project on the state of Alaska
- a drawing made by several students
- a student’s research project on the region of Asia (dedicated to Mrs. Warden who not only still teaches at
     the school, she is #5 of 5’s second grade teacher!
)
- a First Communion class project (a construction paper chalice with the names of all the students receiving
     their first communion in 1991 signing the paper
)
- a 1991 penny
- a list of the first grade students (they wrote their own names)
- a print out of the first grade student roster
- some dinosaur stickers
- a dinosaur eraser


The time capsule was emptied of its historic contents.  Principal Jungles thanked the Frandsen Bank & Trust staff that was present (sorry, I did not get his name) – and asked about the possibility of refilling the time capsule with items from 2011 to be placed back into their vault and reopened in 2031!  The staff member seemed to love the idea!

I am very excited about the potential of this project and am hoping that St. John’s holds another assembly – this time to document what would be going in the time capsule (and why) before sealing it up!  I would LOVE to be on hand when those little bits of life in 2012 get sealed up and entombed for the next 20 years!

Previously, I mentioned that our local media (the Jordan Independent) was on hand to document this momentous occasion.  The professional staff at the paper beat me to getting an article put together for public dissemination.  For additional coverage, be sure to stop by and check out the JI’s Article on the time capsule (featuring some additional action-packed photos!)

As a reward for having read all the way through this post – I have for you a video of the first 2:58 seconds of the opening of the time capsule.  I was hoping to have more, but neglected to clear off my memory card.  Thankfully I remembered to bring a small “back up” memory chip with me and was able to get the pictures I have.

And finally, this post would not be complete without having thanked the WONDERFUL staff of St. John’s School and Church for EVERTHING they do for our kids!  St. John’s is like a second family, and I cannot say enough good things about being part of that family!          

A FOF Definition - Trifecta Friday


Trifecta Friday - It’s a term I use once every six weeks.
 
Some of my readers are co-workers (or former co-workers) and know exactly what a Trifecta Friday is.  Others have had it explained to them, and still others may not know what a Trifecta Friday whatsoever.  Today (and I am not sure why it did not occur to me to do this years ago) I’ll officially define the term “Trifecta Friday” and how it came to be.
 
Let’s start with the word “Trifecta” itself.  Trifecta is (according to Wikipedia)…
 
In horse racing terminology, a trifecta is a pari-mutuel bet in which the better must predict which horses will finish first, second, and third in exact order…   …It is also used in sports to describe scoring three points at one time, or succeeding at anything three times in three consecutive attempts, such as in cricket.
 
Well, since I’ve never once played the ponies, and am anything but a sports enthusiast - you may be wondering where would I get such a term added to my vocabulary?
 
Once I graduated High School and was awaiting my term in ----------  (----------  ---------- ) to begin, I took a second job working security at a horse racetrack.  I started off working the first half of the season in the grandstand during race days and times, and later moved to work the backside where the barns housed the horses and living quarters of the trainers and horsemen.   It was during my time working at the Racetrack that I picked up on a few terms I have never heard (or used) before.  Examples include the aforementioned “Trifecta”, and another new one - “Stoolstepping” (WARNING:  Don’t google the latter term while you are at work).
 


 
The second term is Friday.  Friday is (according to Wikipedia)…
 
Friday is the last day of a five-day working week, and is viewed as a cause for celebration or relief (leading to the phrase "TGIF", for "Thank God/Goodness It's Friday").
 
My current work schedule operates on a foundation of a rotating shift.  The number of hours-per-day, days-per-week, day off pattern, and day off rotation can very significantly.  The shift I prefer to work is an eight hour day, 7-day-on, 3-day-off, 7-day-on, 4-day-off pattern.  The three days off always fall on Wed-Thurs-Fri and the four days off always fall on Sat-Sun-Mon-Tues.  It sounds more confusing that it really is.
 
Many of you have also seen or heard me say “It’s my Friday” on various days of the week.  Well, in my current shift selection – my “Fridays” currently fall on Tuesday, or Friday. 
 
Because my work schedule is on a three week rotation (meaning it starts over ever three weeks) I get MY Friday on a CALANDER Friday once every three weeks.  When it is my Friday on a calendar Friday it is followed with a four day weekend!
 
Every other “Friday on a Friday” is also payday Friday.  With a three week rotation - every other “Friday on a Friday” equates to once every six weeks.
 


Now, let’s put this all together.  Picture, if you will, a scene fading to FOF standing at what appears to be a crowded betting window at a race track (as unlikely as that sounds).  From some unknown corner of the room, a loud “Race Announcers voice” booms over a tinny sounding bullhorn.
 
AAAAND, as they cross the finish line -  
It’s FOF’s Friday in THIRD place by a length! 
It’s FOF’s Friday on a calendar Friday in SECOND place by a neck!
And it’s FOF’s Friday on a calendar Friday and it’s payday Friday in FIRST PLACE by a nose!
 
FOF looks down at his betting ticket in disbelief, and quickly proclaims…
 
WAIT!  WOULDJA LOOKIE AT THAT!!  COULD IT BE?!?  IT’S A TRIPLE WIN!
I bet on my Friday, on a calendar Friday and payday Friday!!


I JUST WON THE “TRIFECTA FRIDAY”!!     

“Family” (Quotation Marks Intended) Reunion

Last November, I wrote a little blurb about my “Family” (Quotation marks intended). 

Unfortunately, a recent urgent situation has befallen one of the members of that “Family”.  Due to the circumstances this classmate has been in my thoughts and prayers quite a bit in the past week.  This has triggered a flood of emotions and memories from days gone by – and has motivated me to complete this “partial” post that I started before Christmas.   

Not long after that previous entry four delightful gals from my “Nativity family” (who organize a “girls night out” from time to time) decided to not only have one of their nights, but to open it up and invite as many of our class members as they could for an impromptu get-together!     

Cindy, David, Kris, MaryMargaretInitially, I felt a little trepidation about this.  Being socially anxious, and an introvert normally has me a little uneasy about such gatherings.  On the other hand, there were a number of friends I had not seen in years decades – and have been enjoying reconnecting with them on FB, so I was TRULY looking forward to seeing them in person again! 

I sucked it up (and my gut in – after all, the years have not been good to my “circumference”) and attended the event despite my anxiety.

I had a FABULOUS time!  We stuck around for several hours, and there was not one person I did not THOUROUGHLY enjoy catching up with.

The first photo is of myself with three of the four gals who set this whole thing up!  The fourth is gal is behind the camera.

David, Tom, Tim, DanOf my closest group of buds from elementary / junior high school, two of us went on to high school together, two more went to another high school together, and the fifth went to a third high school.  Unfortunately, only four out of the five of us made it to the get-together.  I was disappointed not to see the missing classmate and friend, but the four of us present talked about getting all five of us together some time for a “guys night out”.  This would really be something to look forward too.  Guys, if you are reading this – let’s make SURE this happens once it warms up again!

Afterwards a number of photographs (the ones from above – “stolen” with permission) from the get-together started showing up on FB.  One of the ladies who organized the get-together made an observation…  She said the photo above reminded her of an old photo I have (and posted a long time ago) of the same group of friends – apparently we were all standing in the same formation!

I checked back, and sure enough – there it was!  Not only were we standing in the same formation, but we were standing in front of a red-brick backdrop in each (and even a doorway on the right side of the pic) !! 


WOW!  Talk about Deja-Vu!

David, Tom, Tim, Dan - 2011 / 1983    David, Tom, Tim, Dan - 2011 / 1983 

Top photo – 2011
Bottom photo – 1983
28 Years Later!


Chris, Kris, Cindy, MaryMargaretI cannot call this post complete without a couple of last shout outs.

First – to the gals who gave up their “ladies night” and coordinated this (first of hopefully many) get togethers – a HUGE thank you!!

Finally, (but certainly not least of all) I’d like to send out a very special prayer and wish for our classmate who has fallen ill.  My thoughts and prayers go out to D.D. (and his entire family) for a FULL and SPEEDY recovery.  I have high hopes that when we do get our little “Family” (quotation marks intended) together again – that you will be there!


For those of you who where there – THANK YOU!  Despite all the years, you still all feel like family to me.  For those of you who were not there, you are never too far from my thoughts and prayers – and I hope that one day soon our paths will cross again!

Just a few of my "Family" (Quotation Marks Intended)

It Was Only a Year Ago…

This was one year ago…


This is today…


The top video was taken January 18, 2011 – after a slight warm up in temps allowed me to get out and chisel away an almost 6 inch crust of hard packed snow off my driveway (link).  The driveway looked so good (cleared off in the middle of January) that I had to take a video – well, that and the almost four foot mounds of snow on the edges of the driveway.

Fast forward one year and two days.

The second video was taken January 20, 2012 – after a trifle of snow fell upon us.  As you can see in the video – you can still see GRASS in our lawn.  True Minnesotans are embarrassed by this winter. 

The good news is that I have heard that February may be a very snowy month for us.  Let’s hope it will make up for the lack of snow over the past two months…

Mother Nature, are you listening?

E-Reading

It’s time I share my plan to resolve the LACK OF READING in my life.  (Link to previous post)


It’s not often that we spend our money on frivolous items.  When we do, it usually has something to do with the kids.  Yet, I’m a guy, and like most guys, I love “gadgets”.  While I cannot deny that I enjoy (and have been known to collect) my fare share of gadgets, I have seen (and know) many fellas who put me to shame.  I like to think / believe that I am on the low end of that bell curve.  Unfortunately, gadgets = frivolous items and frivolous items = money.  You do the math.    

But (like I said) I am a guy, and guys love their gadgets.

Over the past couple of years I have been completely intrigued by the concept of the e-reader.  I kept hearing about how convenient they are for portability, how much easier they are on the eyes (over LED/LCD screens), and the whole concept of easier access to reading materials equating to more time reading.

I have had a hard time justifying the cost / benefit ratio of such a device, but the gadget guy in me (who does a pretty good job of justifying the “need” for such frivolous items) has kept an eye on the e-reader market.  Kindle, Nook, and a smattering of other various generic names have come and gone from my radar.  I have scoured the refurbished markets, the discount and closeout websites, the clearance isles of department stores, and various other “brick and mortar” outlets, but gadget guy just has not been strong enough to convince the practical side of me to take the plunge. 

Throughout this past holiday season, there was a lot of talk about this year’s “hot item” – the e-readers.  Of course that piqued gadget guy’s interest.  I did a little research on them and would sneak off and spend a little time with each of the Kindle’s and the Nooks while we were Christmas shopping. 

Thanks a few extra hours of overtime, I decided to step outside of the box, and do something a little unexpected.  I decided that not only was I going to buy myself an e-reader – but I was going to buy one for the Mother of Five too! 

Yup, you read it right!  TWO of them!            

IMG_0764[1]Since I was going to buy two units, I decided we would pick up the entry level model.  While shopping (not for an e-reader but looking at the e-readers) another customer told us about a 20% off “bag sale” at a nearby retailer that also included the e-readers!

That 20% off was just enough to allow Gadget guy to overpower my practical side, and we decided to splurge and take the plunge.  We decided upon the Kindle Touch (with special offers).  

We have had them for a couple of weeks now and I am LOVING mine!!  Even the kids want to read on them!

Around Thanksgiving, an “anonymous” donor generously donated ten Nook Colors for the kids school (St. John’s)! The kids enjoy spending time on them at school already!

What I really like about the Kindle is Amazon’s selection of e-books!  Not only do they offer the best sellers, they offer copies of the “royalty free” classics, and a lot of new and inspiring author’s work at low prices, discounted promotions, and some even at no cost! 

Every day I get email updates from various websites highlighting books that have been discounted or free for the day!  Our Kindles are filling up faster then I expected!  

So far I have already finished one book and am half way through my second (which, if you are keeping score is more than I have read in the past two years).

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This was a great read!  It is a comedy written as “chapters” in the form of e-mails sent by a first year elementary school math teacher to his friend (a former co-worker) from a previous career as a mechanical engineer.  As I read this book, I could not help but think of AtHomeDaddy (who is currently in his second year teaching elementary school math, and I loved hearing about his first year experiences!)

 

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There is something about the mystique of Alcatraz that caught my attention.  This book is about the history of, and views of the infamous prison through the eyes of both prisoners, their families, or the Correctional officers through copies of actual correspondence letters to and from those somehow touched by “the rock”.  So far it has been a great read! 

Once I finish Letters From Alcatraz – I have so many choices to choose from I don’t know where I ‘m going to go.  Since the first book was a comedy, and the second was a non-fiction, I think it’s time to get back to my “go-to” genre – Horror.

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From there, I’d like to take a look at that list of “Lowlights” from high school and see about making good on some of those “assigned, but never read” list!

I’m not sure how or when, but I’d like to install a “currently reading” widget on the side of the blog – that way (if you want to) you can keep up with what I’m reading (and I can keep track of how much I have been reading)!!

The only real problem I have with this Kindle is that my reading list is growing faster than I can keep up!!  It has been really fun seeing how something so simple can (and has) reenergized an interest in reading!!  If you are on the fence about e-readers – I say go for it!  We have not had any regrets!

I Used to Read

When I was young lad (kindergarten through third grade) I was classified as a “strong reader” by my teachers and was clumped with the advanced readers in my class.  It was in the middle of my third grade year that our family moved from Minneapolis to Bloomington and we ended up switching schools.  I am not sure what happened (well, other than moving and switching schools) but the categorization of being a “strong reader” disappeared afterwards.  It’s a theory, but I suspect it may be because this is about the age that reading gets separated from “leisure” to “assigned”.  I often struggle with “assigned” reading.  In a nutshell - If it does not catch my interest, there is little chance I will finish what I have started.

Looking back now, I can see that even as a young child I have always been intrigued with the horror genre.  One of my earliest memories of finding a book I wanted to read was at the point where I was still having books read to me and/or I was just starting to read Dick and Jane books on my own.  I remember seeing a book in the “teenage” section of the public library with an illustration of a human skull surfacing through the cracked mud of a dry river bed.  Every time I went to the library, I tracked that book down and stared at the cover (sometimes multiple times per visit).  I do not remember the title or author of that book and (as an adult) I have tried to search that book out to no avail.  I’d LOVE to find that book and read it – just to satisfy the “five year old” in me!

One of my favorite early reader books (and I still have a copy of it) is The Ghost of Dibble Hollow.  Doing a quick Google search on this title shows me that I was not alone.  There are LOTS of references to that book!  Recently (within the last ten years) I have even re-read that book.    

There was another book I read that I would LOVE to track down.  I do not recall the title or the author.  My parents bought it for me at a department store (J.C. Penny’s or Sears) It was a discount hard cover book with a terrible quality binding, and I believe it had a purple cover.  All I recall is that the book was about a haunted “Ghost Town”…      

In 1979 (at the ripe ol’ age of 10) Steven King’s Salem’s Lot was made into a TV Mini-series.  While I am certain that my parents would have NEVER allowed us to watch it, we had a babysitter both nights it aired, and we watched it.  It scared the bee-jee-bees out of me.  I had to cover my eyes, and peek through cracks in my fingers, and had nightmares for weeks afterwards, but I could not resist.  This was foreshadowing a sign of things to come.

In my early teens our family took a summer vacation road trip.  I grabbed a book to take along with me from the library.  There was nothing more than then name that initially intrigued me.  The book was titled The Dead Zone.  It was the first time I remember being COMPLETELY captivated by a book.  Intrigued by the author’s style, I sought out more.  That’s when I noticed he was also responsible for Salem’s Lot.  I latched on to anything Steven King wrote!  I could not get enough of his work.  

In high school, under the tutelage of my Literature teachers Ms. Hanley and Mrs. Hanson, I was “assigned” a number of literary pieces to read.  (Assigned being the key phrase here.)  Much to their chagrin (and reflective in my Lit grades), I am living proof that “assigned” does not always result in actually having read these works. 

A few highlights – I did complete (most of) and found at least a moderate interest in Julius Caesar, and The Lord of the Flies.  I actually finished (and thoroughly enjoyed) Flowers for Algernon and Frankenstein.  (Flowers for Algernon? Really?  Why?  It is such a complete departure from what I usually enjoy.  I have NO idea what it was about that novel that caught my interest, but it did.  Mrs. Hanson was THRILLED!)       

A few lowlights – I never did read a word of The Catcher in the Rye, Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet, The Scarlet Letter, To Kill a Mockingbird, Death of a Salesman, Twelve Angry Men, The Grapes of Wrath, Ethan Frome, The Glass Menagerie, and a number of other titles that seemed so utterly forgettable that I (embarrassingly) cannot even recall their titles.

As you can plainly see, the list of lowlights is much longer than the list of highlights (and remember, some of the highlights were only partially read).  But worry not dear readers, while I did not partake in the works listed above, I did manage to read The Dead Zone, Carrie, Salem’s Lot, The Shining, The Stand, Pet Cemetery, Cujo, Christine, Firestarter, and a number of other Steven King horror classics!

This highlight / lowlight pattern continued through high school and into my college years.

I was once chastised by a college professor for reading Steven King’s It in her class.  I had the book nestled in the class text book, but I was so engrossed in the book that I did not notice her wandering around the class room (where she noticed me reading it).  It was not until she returned to the front of the classroom and proclaimed (for all to hear) “Mr. Father-of-five, I know I am not as engrossing as Mr. King, but I would appreciate it if you put his work away until after my class”.  

I worked my way through King’s collection of works, and then latched on to a hodgepodge of various other authors and titles.  During and after college, my attention was drawn away from reading and redirected towards my friends, work, and later marriage, fatherhood, homeownership, and so many other responsibilities I cannot begin to count. (Remember folks, I only have twenty fingers and toes in which to count upon.)  This downward spiral in reading continued until my transformation to the busy Father of Five that you see before you was complete.  I don’t like it, but My life has pretty much consumed any time / mental capacity / and energy I once had for reading.  I think (at this point) I am lucky if I average (and I am being generous with myself here) one book / novel a year.     

I hope that is about to change!!  (Stay tuned…)

If you are / were voyeuristic enough to have actually found this post interesting – be sure to check out The Horror in My Life – an older post (from 2007) dedicated to my love of the horror literary genre.

Legacy

Relatively speaking, I reside in “small town” Minnesota. 

Yes, I am still part of the “seven county metro area”, and our town is what I consider to be within the furthest reaches of the “rings of suburbia”, but nevertheless we are a fairly isolated little city with a population slightly over 5000, and surrounded by rural farmland. 

Ever since I was a young boy I have been intrigued by the history of the cities I have lived in.  I own a copy of “Bloomington on the Minnesota” (where I grew up) and I own both volumes of “Jordan, Minnesota:  A Newspaper Looks at a Town” (where we live now). 

IMG_0445On a “historical” note - I attended one of #4 of 5’s basketball games a few days ago.  While seated and waiting for the game to start, a couple of our town’s “ol’ timers” came up behind me and asked if the seats ahead of me were taken.  I turned around and noticed the grandfathers of two of my daughter’s team-mates (and a couple of her closest friends). 

As these men settled into their seats, I was suddenly aware of something I guess I always known, but never put together before.  These two gentleman (sitting here side by side) have some very deep roots in, and have had an amazing influence upon our town.  They are what I would consider pillars of our community, and each are the patriarchs of families that have become synonymous with our little town.   

I could not help but contemplate (and marvel at the thought of) just how much of our town’s history was sitting right in front of me.

It is out of respect for them and for their families that I won’t be posting their names here, but I am confident that if you spend any amount of time here in Jordan you will have some sort of (positive) interaction with something or someone that can be associated with these honorable men. 

I can only hope that one day the legacy of the Father of Five family name will be viewed as favorably as these two and their extended families. 

Not the Why, But the How

When I first started blogging, I stumbled upon a number of similar minded folks doing the same sort of thing (if you haven’t done so yet, be sure to check out my BLOGROLL to see what I am talking about).  Some of those links are to active blogs, some are to less active blogs, and others link to blogs that have not been updated in a LONG time.  Every one of them I connected with at one point on one level or another.  Even when they appear to have fallen off the face of the earth, I have kept their feed in my reader just hoping that one day they would return.

I was delighted to have seen a recent rejuvenation in one of those blogs!  The Adventures of Charlie Blockhead has now posted nearly as many posts since the new year started as he had in all of 2011.  I am excited about his newfound inspiration (and urge any other “dad-bloggers” out there who have never done so to swing by and take a peek).  He’s a real down to earth guy, and I enjoy his viewpoints.

Anyway, Charlie Blockhead’s most recent post got me thinking about my own experiences blogging.  Not thinking so much the part about “stats” (I’m a voyeur at heart, and am not afraid to say how much I love my stats, even the low ones!), and not even so much the “why” I blog (you can follow the link or check out my right sidebar right up at the top for that), but Charlie Blockhead’s post got me reflecting more the “HOW” it all started.

Much like Charlie Blockhead, a part of “fatherhood” scared me.  It was not the first child, or the second, or even the third.  For some reason, it was the fourth, and then the fifth that really threw me for a loop.  I was scared and even a little embarrassed by the growing “number” behind The Life of a Father of ______.  The fear of the costs and financial / emotional commitments got to be a bit overwhelming in my head.

It was after #4 of 5 was born.  Much like Charlie Blockhead, I turned to the internet in search of something anything that would help ease my concerns.  Do you know what I found?  Nothing.  Zilch.  Nada.  (At least not what I was searching for.)  I was even more discouraged – until a thought occurred to me.  If I could not find what I was looking for, why not CREATE what I was looking for.

I battered the idea around in my mind and after a couple of weeks before I started up a Yahoo Group called “Fathers of Large Families”.  I was certain that this group would grow, and become a haven for fellas much like myself.  I set it up with a forum, and a chat room, and place for photos, and videos.  It was going to be the quintessential hang out.  As each day passed with no new members (or obvious bot-members posting adds and links to pornographic garbage) it became apparent that my dreams of moderating a global network of fathers of large families would never come to fruition.  As time went on life got busy and my interest waned.

Then the news of #5 of 5 came along.  History repeating itself.  After the chaos of bringing another new baby into the house settled down, and we found ourselves settling back into a routine again, I turned to the net for help one more time – only this time instead of looking outward to others to provide me with what I wanted,  I turned introspective – and decided that documenting my thoughts / experiences was the way to go.

Within days of opening up shop I started discovering and networking with other “dad-bloggers” out there, and The Life of a Father of Five started down the path of becoming what it is today.

Welcome 2012

Well, here we are, the dawn of yet another new year.

2011 has been quite the ride indeed. It will officially go down in the annals of FOF history as one of the most tumultuous years of my life. Despite its frenzied tempo, a couple of notable setbacks, a painful absence, and my eagerness to see it in my rear view mirror, I refuse to complain. You see, I have so much more to be grateful for than what I have to complain about – and after all things considered, a life of blessings that outweigh the obstacles is truly something to be thankful for.

I know it’s customary to greet the New Year with a few “resolutions” – but I’m not going to make any. Not publicly or privately. Not a one.

Instead, as I bid adieu to 2011, I will welcome 2012 with hope and optimism that we can overcome our tribulations while remaining grateful for all the good things we have in our lives and for the courage to face any new obstacles with dignity.

That is also my wish for all of you.

Merry Christmas! (Better late than never…)

 

From our family to yours!

Back row:  Father of five, #2 of 5, #1 of 5, #3 of 5, Mother of five
Front Row:  #5 of 5, #4 of 5.


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A Guest Writer

My sister and I were talking the other day about a little bit of this and about a little bit of that when our conversation led us to a particular topic.  Afterwards, I told my sister that her thoughts would made a great story, and that she should write down as a fond memory for her kids to one day enjoy.  Not surprisingly, she did just that, then sent it to me. 

It is with her kind permission that I am posting her story (complete with her photos) here as a “guest writer”.

Enjoy! 


Welcome Back Guys…Its Been Way Too Long!
"He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says.”   - Revelation 3:22

PART ONE:  The Mystery Friends

Who? In the last month or so, I have had some regular visits to my house from a couple of old “guy” friends.  We go “way back.”  The three of us used to spend a lot of time together, and it’s been a long-standing friendship spanning a lot of time throughout my life.  These old friends just turned up “on my doorstep” recently, and it was a wonderful, unexpected surprise.   It’s a good thing my husband is a trusting man because they hang around off and on throughout the day most days now, and sometimes even late at night.  My two boys even like them, and don’t mind them hanging around.  They have even been around for mealtime, most especially around suppertime…funny though... they never ask to eat, and I don’t think it’s because of my cooking.


These friends must be a couple of really special people that I feel very comfortable around, because both have seen me in my pajamas…and even without makeup or hair done!  Sometimes, if they visit late in the evening after the kids go to bed, I might even share a glass of wine with one or both of them.  My husband supports, and even promotes, this behavior believe it or not.   (Again…I write for a G-Rated audience…so read on… -wink-)  When my friends come over, I don’t really talk to them much, or even really at all.  It’s not that kind of relationship.  With these two friends, I just listen.  I have a history of being a VERY good listener to my two friends.  After being away from these guys for such a long time, I am really enjoying hearing what they have to say to me.  I find comfort and inspiration by their presence, and we have a lot of fun together.  The old saying "absence makes the heart grow fonder" certainly is true about my friends.  Good friends lift each other up, and that’s what they do for me.  That’s how really good friends are over the years.   I hope they keep coming around for a long, long time.   I have really missed these guys.    


PART TWO:  Let Me Introduce You….  (Drum roll please)

Piano KeysI guess I will stop speaking cryptically at this point…although it’s kind of fun to get my audience thinking and guessing.  The two friends that I speak of are figurative  friends.  They are the piano composers George Winston and Jim Brickman (and  others like them, but these are my most favorite).  Oh, how I love the music of these two composers…or rather, their style of music.

I am a piano player…not a tremendously GREAT piano player…but a piano player none-the-less.  I won’t get into the story of how I began to play, and how I have played on and off over the years…that will be for another post.  But, I will give enough information now to tell this story, and how it relates to my two figurative friends.

I took piano lessons as a child, and loved to play, but it was never easy for me.  Looking back now with the insight of an adult, I think I never really learned the notes well because I have such an unbelievably strong ear.  My greatest strength (by far) in playing is most definitely “by ear.”  I can read music, but it is definitely not a strength of mine.  The word "struggle" would be a better description of my ability to read written music.  I can play most songs I attempt (with enough repetition and listening practice) by ear fairly well.  Without being conscious of what I was doing, I recall repeating songs by hearing them, as young as maybe 8 or 9 years old. 

George Winston - Winter Into Spring By the time I was about 14 or 15 years old, I was actively trying to learn to play using only my ears to guide me. Around the same time, whole new world of musical style opened up to me when I started to listen to the music of George Winston.  His style is so soulful and expressive.  It was a new and different style at the time, and it touched something deep inside my musical heart.  The only way I can describe this style is that it is akin to heartbeat… how I hear my own heartbeat.  I so loved this music, and it was available at the time on audio cassette only.  My first “tape” of his was entitled “Winter Into Spring.”  One of my favorites on the album was a song entitled “February Sea.” I so loved the song, however, it was not available in print at the time.  None of his music was.  It was long before the time of internet, and easily attainable music at the click of a mouse.  My only option at the time was to learn by listening. 


With much determination, I set my goal to learn the piece.  After listening to the song probably more than 100 times, both in part and whole, I finally learned the song...or at least my version of it.  I am surprised that I did not wear out the buttons on my “boom box.”  (I am also thankful to my very patient mother who was always so happy to hear me play, even when my music was far from perfect.)  It was amazing both to listen to…and imagine… now to actually PLAY!!!  What was amazing to me is that because of the relative difficulty of the piece, I would NEVER have been able to play it had I had the sheet music in front of me.  It was a strange sensation to be able to play a piece of this complexity without reading any written music.  Another odd thing I noticed was that I would make mistakes if I looked at my hands while I played.  Somehow, the mistakes would stop if I either closed my eyes while I played or looked in another direction away from my fingers on the keyboard.  That is definitely not the case with written music for me!  

After I mastered “February Sea,” I played the song a few times at some special events and “talent shows” at the high school I was attending.  The music teacher always gave me accolades for playing without a single note in front of me.  Most people who can read music well have no concept of playing without the guidance of the written note.  I am in the other “camp.”  I play best using my ears as my guide.  I default to printed notes if I must.  I wish I could read notes more, but I feel it is a weakness I will probably always struggle with.  Over the years, though, I have found great satisfaction in struggling to learn a written piece and finally being able to play it well in that form.  It’s kind of a learned satisfaction that I have come to appreciate over time.  It’s the kind of joy that emerges after a long struggle.

MN State Fair



From a friend at the time, I heard about a talent competition at the Minnesota State Fair.  After discussing it with my parents, with their encouragement, I decided to give it a try.  It was kind of scary to think of doing this, but I was determined.  A few weeks after trying out, I foundout that I was accepted into  the competition. 

 

On a clear and beautiful, late summer night, I played my song, “February Sea” in the bandshell at the Minnesota State Fair.  The combination of darkness with the stage lights proved to be an incredible sensation to the young girl that I was.  This was a very new feeling for me… playing in front of an audience of this magnitude!  The bandshell seated up to 5,000 people.  While it wasn’t filled to capacity, I can definitely say that it was mostly full.  I recall my parents sitting very near the front right next to where the piano was located on the stage.  I was so thankful to feel their presence with me! 

My Sis on the piano

When I walked onto the stage, my nervousness subsided (with lots of prayer!) and I played without a single mistake.  I think that is part of what happens when you play by ear.  The music becomes muscle memory, and the mind becomes submissive to the hands.  As I played, I lost the audience.  The music and I were the only ones in company together.  It was an indescribable feeling, one I have never since felt, but one that I will definitely remember for the rest of my life.  


PART THREE:  Postscript - There’s Always A Lesson In The Story …

My Sis after the show
There were all kinds of “acts” performing that night.  I wasn’t really concerned about who would “win,” or who would come in what place. 

For me, it was about sharing the music I had worked so hard to learn in such an unconventional way. 

As it turns out, I did make 3rd place in over 25 varying acts.

In the last month or so, I have once again taken up regular practice on the piano.  With our sons out of the very young childhood age, I now feel like I have the time and energy to be able to devote to the piano once again.  While I will likely never be considered a “great” pianist, and will likely never be able to read music well, I am very much enjoying the talent that God intended me to have.  Recognizing the true value of this specific gift has helped me realize something...If I spend too much energy on wishing that I can do something that I likely may never be able to, I waste precious time in developing the talents either I do have, or have not even discovered yet.

As I look back at the joy and the gifts my ear has brought me, I don’t think I would exchange my “ear” for perfect music reading skills if given the choice.  It definitely is not an easy means of learning music, but maybe there is more to it than that.  Maybe God gave me my “ear” to really pay attention to “hear” things in my life, of my family and friends, and those around me.  After all, one has to be a good listener to play by ear!   I hope I can always (as the Revelation verse says) "hear what the Spirit says with my ear."  It’s an interesting thought to ponder…  I now choose to recognize, embrace, and fully claim the gift of “ear” that God gave me.  I see how it has added so much satisfaction and joy to my life.  What I initially thought was a weakness, I see now, has actually always been a strength.  How you look at something sometimes makes all the difference.    

Daytime view of MN State Fair Bandshell

 

 

 

Daytime View of the Bandshell

 

 

 

 

 

 


Muscle memory definitely is one that stands the test of time.  26 years later, I can still play “February Sea,” (even after not playing it for months, and even years!) and I still have to look away or close my eyes if I make mistakes!

Youtube link to "February Sea"  by George Winston

 


The piece that I am learning and working on now is called “If You Believe” by Jim Brickman.  Technology sure makes things easier today!  Instead of constantly rewinding my “tape,” I can keep my laptop adjacent to the piano, and play along during the difficult parts!!!  Its really the perfect marriage between ear and written music.  I have officially made it through the first page, and I can’t wait to master the rest… –smile-*

Youtube link to "If You Believe" by Jim Brickman


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