Wednesday, September 20, 2017
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Once upon a time
Thing is, the MAGIC did not go away!!
In February 1969 I enlisted in the Marines with Tom. Tom and I had know each other since 3rd grade and it seemed like the thing to do at the time. But the music bug had me. Bought a cheap guitar at Camp Pendleton and draged it around with me till a better one came along. Sat around the barracks with the other guys that could play entertaining those that couldn't...or just had nowhere else to go. After returning home in early '71 I worked at a couple jobs till autumn arrived a construction slowed. A friend from my days in the Scouts and were commenting on the sameness of the dancers and bars one night and I mention the Western Whirlybird Club in Newport, North Carolina. Next day we're on Highway 65 south with our thumbs out. We hitch hiked 1600 miles in three days to find a different bar to drink beer in. The day we arrived at the Whirlybird I was hired as a bartender. The following Wednesday evening two guys came in with a guitar, amp, and trap set. "Did I know any bass players?"..."Well not really", I replied, " but there's a bass and amp in the office. I'm not really a bass player, but would you mind if I set in?" "Let's jam!!" Well, even though a south paw like me had to flip that axe upside down I knew the neck of that old P-bass and every song they played. We'd been entertaining the folks in that bar for about an hour when the guy that owned the bar and the guitar and amp I was playing came. Seeing the bar full of people dancing and drinking to our tunes he told the bartender to send us some FREE BEER!! AND KEEP IT COMING!! Later he asked me if it would make playing that guitar easier if I strung it backwards and that he would pay us each $20 if we could be there Friday nite and another $20 for Saturday and that he could find us work in other clubs as well. The rest, as they say, is history!!!
Monday, March 05, 2007
How in the world is any of this my fault?
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Trouble right here??
I remember when I did my 4th step...it was all about mistakes I had made when I let certain wants I mis-interpreted as needs influence my decisions. Well, I've been 17 years sober as of last weekend. Not saying I haven't made any mistakes in those years, there just haven't been as many or have they been of as great a magnitude. These years have given me the opportunity to learn. To learn something about me. To make observations about how my interactions with Dad and Ann have evolved, or rather haven't really changed all that much. To learn something about how other familes relate to each other by being a part of Roxanne's family. To remember me as a young man with a kinder point of view. To understand that I was young and inexperienced when a lot of mistakes were made. To come to realize that when a loving parent has a young child that does something wrong through inexperience they still love that child and demonstrate that love. That even though the child's behaviors or actions are unacceptable, the child is not. The child will be loved unconditionally. This was not my experience or reality when growing up.
In this picture I had just returned from a Court of Honor where I had just received the Unit Honor Scout award for the year. Not sure which year but from what I remember and my appearance I would guess 1964. During that time when he rememers all the trouble I was in I was very active in Scouting. Den Chief, Staff Patrol Leader, Junior Assistant Scoutmaster...camping and hiking nearly every weekend. I as also on the John Adams Junior High wrestling team. During that time frame I was taking Confirmation classes with the Pastor of my Church, sang in the Youth Choir, and attended Sunday School and Worship. When did I have time to get in all that trouble?
I am not really sure what he remembers. What these therapy sessions, visits with my Dad now, and rembering through the lenses of a new pair of glasses is bringing home is this: I make allowances for when Zachary and Tristan act like children because they are children and that is what children do...for my Dad to have made judgments of my actions and have felt that since my actions were unnacceptable so was I, was absolutely unconscionable. It was on him, not me.
The thing is...it wasn't just him! I remember there was a wreslting match at my Jr. High. I was in the 7th grade. I called home to ask if I could stay after to watch the match as I wanted to wrestle when I was old enough. Mom said ok, what time does it get over? When I asked the school secretary she told me 4:00 so that's what I told Mom...what do I know... I was in the 7th grade. This was in the fall of 1963...I was 13. Thing is, the match started at 4:00. I paid my nickle to get in to watch, the match started, I figure she might be outside but I thought she might come in, but she didn't....she waited outside....becoming angrier and angrier. When the match was over and I got in the car, before I could ask why she hadn't come in to join me she started in railing on me. When we got home and in the house we had no sooner got in the door she started in slapping me. I remember crying and falling on the floor...but she didn't stop, she continued slapping until she got tired of hitting me.....
Yup!! There was throuble right there in River City. That started with 'T'and that rhymed with 'me', but it wasn't.....I was just a kid trying to make them happy and not understanding just how dysfunctional we were, or that I was not responsible for their happiness. I just knew when they were, it got real uncomfortable for me.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Where do I go from here?
Having been months since I've blogged anything there have been many things happen worthy of inclusion. One of the most memorable occured two days ago. My father was check in to the IOOF home. He thinks it will be for a couple weeks. Maybe a month or so then he'll be home again. I don't think so. The meeting I sat in on with the social worker and Ann, my step sister, indicated she is unable to deal with his idiosyncraies any longer. I'm not entirely sure why things have ended up with her in the role of caretaker for this man. I understand back in the 70's and 80's I was not always in town. But a lot of the time I was. Friends, pals, eggs, and shells. That's what we were back in the old days. But I do not understand his behaviors then, nor do I understand his cavalier dismissal of those events with "I had a bit of a temper then".
However, I returned from the Dakotas in 1989. Today is the 23rd of August, 2006. I returned home 17 years, 8 months ago. I have been sober for 16 years, 6 months of that time. So many things in my life have changed. I have been bleesed with so much. I don't think he even knows. I've been trying to reach out to him, but there is no reaching back. In a way it's kind of like talking to a tape recorder. If I don't reach out first, there is no contact at all.
All things taken into consideration, what exactly is to be my relationship with him now. I haven't been often to see him as he see's no importance in even a phone call unless someone is dead or dying. Am I to rush out the nursing home a couple times a week now? Will my boss think less of me if I don't? I've discussed this with Rox a few times. Time to leave her out of it now. I'm not even sure if Ann wants things to be this way. We don't talk. Not about anything as important as FEELINGS. This family is about as dysfunctional as possible without flying different flags and shooting at each other.
Speaking of relationships. What is to be my relationship with her when that old man dies?
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
The Duke
Ever since I can remember I could not watch a John Wayne movie without seeing my dad in the lead role. He always struck me as being larger than life, like the Duke. Always at work, whether at the cement plant or in his garage working on someone's car. He always had something important to do. Aveteran of the Navy during WWII he returned home and participated in the labor force that was to create the most powerful economic engine on the face of the planet. And like theDuke, just as remote from me.
He never watched me wrestle. Though he attended the ceremony where I received the Unit Honor Scout award, he never participated in the program that was to have such a significant impact on my young life.He would take me to Sunday School and pick me up after Church, but didn't attend with me.
In the movie TRUE GRIT, John Wayne, is portraying a charicature of his movie personna. Tough old man...like my dad. However, when I watched that movie last week I picked up on things that never registered with me before. Though he was a tough old bird that did what was necessary to get the job done, when the girl Mattie was bitten by a snake the concern for her was plain to see. She was his "little sister". Rode a horse to death, then carried her for miles 'till he could hijack a wagon to carry to to safety and medical attention. At the end of the movie when she was showing her the family cemetary and asking if he would allow her to provide a place for him, his voice and face showed real love as he reminded her that place should be for her family, husband, kids, and so on.
When I had stitches in my arm it was Wayne Prazak that stood by me, not my dad. When his dog of 17 years, Herkemer, was taken to the Vet for his trip to the Rainbow Bridge, it was his son-in-law Earl went with Mary Ann, not him.
All my life I could not watch a John Wayne movie without seeing my dad in the lead role. I was wrong. I was seeing my dad through the eyes of a child who was physically abused by a man who admits he had a "temper".
It wasn't him who was like John Wayne...it was me.