|A FIRST HAIRCUT IS ALWAYS GOOD FOR OPENERS EH?
|1958 WOULD BE MY BEST GUESS FOR THIS OBVIOUS EAR BUSTIN' MOMENT
Life itself was probably as normal as any other family, considering. Dad was typical for a
USAF tech srgt, and unfortunately mom became the religious matron after 'discovering' the Jehovah's Witness form of christianity.
The fanaticsm involved with that 'sect' of the religion created far too much of a dominatingly monitored life, caused frustration
and conflict, and fell far short of bringing the love, balance and harmony that the Christian faith originally was designed
to encourage and mold family life into. I don't mean to sound bitter, for life is never ALWAYS bitter, but then too my thoughts
hold alot of bitter memories because of all that.
However, don't let me paint a picture that makes it all seem full of woahs and wails, and
nothing but lack of love and harmony. My father was a fantastic provider though often overly strict, and I've some pictures
not only here upon these pages, but also in my head, that prove far too full of love and family values for me to make it seem nothing
more than a pitifully dysfunctional life. So let me share some of the more meaningful moments.
|AND THERE'S NOTHING LIKE DAD AND THE 'BOYS' ...
|GONE FISHING...THAT'S GRANDPA CHEEK AND MOSIER IN THE BACK
There's always way too fond of memories back there in the alleyways of my brain for life to
seem full of nothing but sorrow. Here to the right you can see us lined up after one of our numerous fishing journeys. No
telling if we had gone to Lake Leatherwood in Arkansas, or Twin Bridges in Grove Oklahoma. Actually, back then when I was
younger and the days were good, our lives were filled with summer trips back from California (the state) for vacations back
home with the grandfolks and family. This was the life when it came to meeting back up for the summers now in my past.
I can't help but smile when these fondest of memories come flooding back into my mind.
The sights, sounds and smells are still amazingly fresh, of lake water lapping against the side of the jon boat, and
pleasantly mixed smells of fish and old men, laughter at moments with excited guffaws the next, waifts of Sir Walter
Raliegh lit in grandfather pipes, and slightly slurred exclamations of fish size passing by an old Camel cigarette. Overly
tired children asleep amix snores of wore out parents, awakened excitement the next morning as a new day dawned with
pancakes still cooking, and coffee fresh brewed, tennis shoes throwned hastily on followed with the sharp rap of slamming
green wooden screen doors as small feet scuffled across gravel parkways, with sighs of moms and grandmas as realizations of
another day coming freshened on the brain. Yes, life has been more than good at times.