One of my first pictures with my new Pentax (my first “fancy” camera 🙂). I really didn’t even know how to use it yet.
But I had just traveled to China to teach English for a year at Zhengzhou University at the ripe ol’ age of 23. It was 1986, and I had to say goodbye to my new fiancé for an entire year!😭
My Dad was an original CHIP.
Does anyone out there remember the TV show, CHIPS? (Now I REALLY “date myself” I’m never going to have young bloggers following me.)😜
It was the 70s and the show featured two handsome cops who were part of the California Highway Patrol… AKA CHIPS.
Funny thing is we were watching that show all while living with our very own CHIP.
Dad was a patrolman on the Anaheim Police Department. (Orange County, CA)
He initially was a young patrolman and even trained in hopes of joining the first helicopter division.
Then came the Harley.
My Dad was COOL!😎
He looked handsome in his neatly pressed uniform, shiny helmet, and tall, black boots.
I eventually came to hate those dreaded boots.
After dad’s long work shift, he’d grab an apple or carrot, a book, or the latest Reader’s Digest, then he would proceed to ask me to pull off those big boots of his.
First, it was hard for a skinny, little girl to manage this task.
Secondly, I knew what was about to transpire.
Those feet had seen a long, hard day of policing, and once I struggled to get them off, nothing but “FRITO feet” smell encapsulated the room.
It was BAD folks! Really bad!
But oh how I LOVED those occasions when he picked me up from school, and we pulled away fast on that thunderous machine…it was thrilling I tell ya!
Everyone turned their heads to hear where that sound was coming from, and with me on the back, boy did my chest swell.
Like, my dad was cooler than theirs kinda cool. 😉
As we’d lean into a curve, I thought we I would surely fall off!
He could possibly put a knee down if he had to.
On one occasion he didn’t put a knee down but went flying through the air with just his handlebars. Later, the fellow patrolman relayed it looked like something out of a cartoon.
As part of the patrol drill team, they had been practicing for the Anaheim Parade and just as we were heading out to go see our dad, we got a call he had been in a wreck. Not on the highway, but during the drill team practice.
I guess the other officer said go left and dad thought he said right.
OOPS. (Was I supposed to tell that story, Dad?)
Speaking of Disney parades,
I absolutely loved when he got us into Disneyland for free. (I was obsessed with everything Disney!) It’s what I thought heaven would be like.
At times, Dad worked undercover like when they were trying to break up drug rings.
I distinctly remember him dressed up like this. And I was so interested in seeing how the other guys had dressed on this particular occasion. 😂
Dad worked many a graveyard shift, too.
The other side of the job made me aware of the sadness and dangers associated with it.
It was the hippy era, and with that came the drug culture and a lot of shattered lives.
Sadly, dad had to take the life of one of those individuals who had robbed a store. I will never forget it. I would ask him from time to time, what he was feeling at the time of the shooting.
What he said that day.
What exactly happened that day.
What it felt like to take a life.
Then later, came to realize, wow, I could’ve lost my dad that day!
I remember seeing 8 mm footage of Dad and his fellow officers making busts. Stoned out kids were part of a large mob trying to climb the Angel stadium walls. The were trying to get into a Jefferson Starship concert after being told tickets were sold out.
While intently watching the film, I inquired about a nicely dressed couple (a standout in THAT crowd). He relayed that they were looking for their missing daughter and showing her picture around.
I also remember thinking, how sad it must have been for those parents. And dad telling me about runaways coming to California and all the trouble they’d find themselves in.
Then, there was the Charles Manson saga, and police stops as well as escorts for dignitaries like then Governor Reagan, famous actors and comedians all while checking in on the elderly and less fortunate, like Jake.
Dad met Jake while riding around the county.
Jake, was a kind, gentle soul; his skin all leathery brown and wrinkled from working in the sun.
He lived in an old shack with a worn out floor, part dirt. I still remember looking around his home with all its unusual contents.
One time, he gave us some old marbles. (I still have them today.)
(Isn’t that something how the mind remembers smells from so long ago?)
Jake would come out to greet us and as soon as he opened the worn, screen door many a dog, all shapes and sizes, would come barreling out.
I loved the sight of it!
I loved dogs or any animal for that matter. I always wanted to be a vet, but sadly, I was the most allergic person in my family. So trips to Jake’s ranked right up there with a visit to Disneyland.
One particular day Dad took us to Jake’s, and he let us have two dachshunds. I couldn’t believe it! I was in heaven!
Oh, Mom wasn’t too happy about dad going against the doctor’s orders, (ie severe asthma and eczema) but his reply to her was, “She’s so miserable without a dog she couldn’t be any worse with a dog.”
(Secretly, I’m kind of glad dad did a no-no.) To finally own an animal, some of my best memories.
There were some other tragic memories forever etched in my mind, too. Like the day I vividly remember dad coming home on lunch break to wash his hands and they were covered in blood. (Mind you, this was before the awareness of self-protection from communicable pathogens.)
He had just come from down our street. A little boy had run out in front of a car while chasing a ball and was killed. I remember passing his home, as I had every day, on my walk to and from school. I remember looking at the pavement and then thinking how sad that family must now feel.
And, my Dad had been there to try and help.
Yes, dad saw a lot.
I’m hoping to have Dad either guest write or share his many stories with me, so I can share them with you here. Many are pretty adventurous and hilarious.
(Some, while he was on the police force and others just getting into mischief like only he could do.😊😁)
Yep, the cool CHIP…he was my Dad.
Do you have wild stories with your dad?
PS Encourage my dad (in the comments below) to share more of his stories!!
After recently visiting my Uncle’s grave, I was upset to hear, once again, about another young man who lost his precious life.
Another son had died.
In a foreign, far away place.
He fell as a soldier wearing the United States uniform, and now, his parents were bringing him home.
And the reactions of the plane’s passengers made me sick.
VERY SICK and VERY ANGRY!
I wanted to cry. I felt horrified to think other human beings could be so calloused. Americans, at that!
I couldn’t even fathom this lack of respect, nor comprehend such a show of self-centeredness or whatever they thought they were trying to achieve.
What causes a person/people to treat a grieving family with such disdain?
I tried to place myself in that family’s shoes; that frozen moment in time they will NEVER forget…
My heart was heavy for them.
But how can my heart be SO different from those that were on that plane?
My family is also familiar with this pain. They could tell you of profound grief.
We, too, lost a young soldier in Vietnam many years ago.
He was escorted home, finally.
It just happened to be decades after being listed as Missing in Action. (MIA)
It was the 60s and the Vietnam War was raging. My Uncle Terry had volunteered just as his two older brothers had.
He was part of a helicopter crew, rescuing the wounded when his helicopter was shot down.
Some of the men were thrown from the fiery crash, but Terry was never found.
We always wondered what the full story was.
Then, in 1993, some Vietnamese farmers came forth with items from a crash. And the story began to unfold.
Forensics were then confirmed in Honolulu, and my brother–then a young Marine himself– escorted Terry’s remains home.
Terry could’ve been buried at Arlington. However, the family thought it best to teach a community (and the younger generations) a valuable lesson.
A lesson we feared was being lost, not really taught in schools much anymore.
Not just one lesson, but many:
That war was cruel.
Kids were still dying to this day.
That we should be there to support families, help where needed, invite a military family over for the holidays.
(You know, just be a good human.)
That this could have been anyone’s son or daughter.
And there were other countries losing their people, DAILY, due to lack of freedom. Many picking up rifles to enter war as children.
that freedom had a price. Always has, always will.
A HUGE price.
So, on that hot and humid July 4th, Terry’s high school gym was packed out.
He was remembered for his talented football skills, and his kind, gentle ways.
His ultimate sacrifice recognized.
Our family, once again, was left with distant memories. Terry’s parents (my grandparents) had wounds reopened all over again.
People lined the streets, kids waved flags, and many a biker rode in from the surrounding states to finally return their MIA bracelets.
It was a memorable sight to see them piled high, on the floor, near my grandparents’ feet. It had to be so hard for them.
The news crews were there to capture it all.
The flag-draped coffin.
The thunderous flyover that moved you to your core.
The caisson; a solemn reminder as it passed through town to the beat of a sole drum.
COMPLETE RESPECT was shown that day.
Tragically, for this other family on the plane…
that didn’t happen.
There wasn’t much, if any, shown.
My Uncle Terry didn’t get to finish college.
And I sometimes wonder what his life might have looked like.
What would’ve been his hobby to tinker with?
Who would he have married? How many kids would he have?
He wasn’t able to marry, have kids or enjoy a weekend with family.
(Just to have another day to show his own thankfulness.)
No, he CHOSE to leave a comfortable life to help in a far away land.
He wanted to show his loyalty.
He wanted to make sure we were ALL afforded continued freedom.
If I had been on that plane, I can tell you…
I could NOT have sat there silently!
AND, I would’ve thanked them and made it clear that this is not the totality of America, that my Uncle, nor their son, gave their lives for!!
Find a military family to reach out to.
Reach out to a grieving widow, a cop, a neighbor…your community.
Invite someone over for the holidays. Say a prayer for others.
Bridge the gap(s).
Teach your kids.
Show honor and respect.
Written in honor of Terry who would have turned 72 on Feb. 4th.
For Terry’s military documented story:
Sometimes I think it would be better to live like the Amish.
It just seems like a simpler way of life.
Oh, don’t get me wrong. I realize they work hard.
It’s VERY EVIDENT by the immaculate farms they keep.
There are times I tell my husband I’m going to get rid of all our technology and become Amish.
Now, if you knew more about me you would find I really have enjoyed learning all about website development, graphic design, videography, film editing, you name it.
And, my brain is swimming most days; it’s all been a huge learning curve for me.
(I knew nothing of jargon like: SEO, widgets, affiliate marketing, meta tags, web hosting…)
The last few years have been like learning a foreign language.
But teaching myself kind of made me feel proud… learning all this in my 50s. 😉
I’ve always been a lover of learning and believe in being a student of multiple subjects.
A lifelong learner I will always be. 👩🏼🎓
I just feel God blessed us with a thinking mind and great opportunities, so we shouldn’t squander it, and should always be looking to broaden our knowledge by learning something new.
Now, I know I could easily get wrapped up in trying to learn one more thing about my phone, website design, you name it…
I also feel it could be harmful, if not careful.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t feel we should totally absolve technology or refuse to buy the latest gadget,
For instance, my husband and I have noticed, especially while eating out, that a lot of families are just not communicating anymore.
They’re all on their phones throughout their entire mealtime even when it’s obvious it’s a special occasion like Mother’s Day or a birthday.
It’s like face-to-face conversation is nil.
I don’t know, maybe they feel awkward or easily bored and need entertained by a device.
But isn’t there always something to be learned from another person?
At least I feel that way.
Often, we’ve discussed how sad it is that families no longer sit and talk with each other, at length. What happened to long talks by the fireside or singing Christmas carols around the piano?
Many times, we would visit with our in-laws, go out to an early dinner (they liked eating early😉) and then we’d head back to their house where we’d sit for five or six hours just talking.
Even as the hour approached 11, 12 PM, knowing we still had an hour’s drive home, we still really never regretted it, one bit.
And, almost always, we would end up praying for different family members that weren’t even there at the time.
Not long ago, my daughter (who now lives out-of-state) traveled back here to our home. After we had all traveled together to visit with other family, she shared she had never heard a particular story that had just been shared.
During the drive home she acted surprised, and her exact words were,
“I didn’t know that!”
And later I thought, you know, she would have TOTALLY missed out on that information had she been on her phone or maybe that person would’ve never shared their story had they felt everyone seemed more interested in their phones.
Possibly, our family history would’ve been missed for all generations to come.
I feel like I became more aware of the influence of technology on our relationships about two years ago. Family had traveled in for the holidays, and as I looked around the room I noticed just about everyone was on their phones.
Both old and young alike. 😒
And I began thinking, you know, there are elderly people in the room and they just may not be here next year. I mean, one never knows, right? Or, maybe that person is younger, but they’ve had some major struggles, and their health isn’t that good.
I also thought, what does that say about us if we travel to come visit family, yet can’t even sit long enough to talk face-to-face with each other. When that might be the only few hours we’re all together?
We either have to leave to go and find something “fun” to do, turn on the TV, or pick up our phones.
No one can even sit still any longer!
By taking the time to be present, I just think there are many wonderful lessons to be learned, values to be passed down, wisdom to glean, and like I said, family history will be lost if we don’t pass it along to the younger generations.
I don’t know, maybe it’s just me, but I really enjoy people and like hearing their life stories.
Heck, a person might just learn patience. And that life is not all about them.
Imagine that! (said in a sarcastic tone)
I had to quit work eight years ago, because my health was so unpredictable and failing fast.
“Life” couldn’t be planned any longer, and I had spent many a weekend, sometimes months at a time, feeling like a prisoner in my home.
Just the simple things like grocery shopping, or going to a social event, even visiting family wasn’t possible. (Sometimes, that still is difficult for me.)
And I used to think I was really good at nurturing relationships and putting into practice all these things I mentioned above. I always loved talking to and listening to people.
But now I see I could have done even better.
I realize time is too short, life can change in an instant and every moment is precious.
Things/activities really can wait.
One should never be too busy.
You really can always say, “NO”….
you don’t have to do everything, ya know?
AND, you can choose to limit things in your life.
If people don’t understand, that’s their problem.
That’s why I referred to the Amish as possibly having the right idea.
Life “can” always be busy, and be assured IT will always try to stress you and just maybe, technology has added to that problem by robbing us of our interpersonal relationships.
In January, my thoughts were validated when I watched an interview with Simon Sinek.
Maybe you’ve seen it.
If you haven’t, you really need to go watch it. He describes how social media has affected us, young people, especially.
But, he also addresses how the mind responds to social media and feeds addictive tendencies in the brain.
The entire video is REALLY interesting!
This video went viral, and was all over the internet including fB, (which is kind of ironic) but I think it became so popular because it really made people stop and think because it resonated TRUTH.
I found his comments both fascinating and quite alarming.
Here’s the link:
Now, I’m sure there are some Amish kids who would prefer an iPhone over hearing what their chores will be for the upcoming week.
But maybe, just maybe, we would be wise to step back and evaluate just how much time we spend on our phones or other social media for that matter.
Think about how much quality time we truly are giving other people.
By listening to others, there are so many lessons to be learned, values to be passed down, and wisdom to glean.
And by observing someone’s body language and voice inflection, you will better understand where a person is coming from rather than trying to decipher their text.
It makes for a lot less misinterpretation. IT’s A PROVEN FACT!
I hope everyone had a happy Mother’s Day!
And I hope you got to soak up all the time you wanted with all your children. 💓 🐣🐥
I found myself reflecting on motherhood today. _____________________________________________
Both of my kids are presently living out-of-state, as of last week, so I wasn’t with either one of them for Mother’s Day. 😞 But, it’s happened before…so, I go with the flow whether I like it or not.
Sometimes, you just have no other choice.
And just last week, my son and his newly, graduated wife moved to Ohio where they both are starting new jobs this week.
They changed before and now they’re changing again.
You know, we moms have unspoken goals to raise strong, yet caring, secure people who one day will be able to move away and find their own purpose in life.
Carrying our kids, physically, so close to our hearts is one thing, and then having put everything we have into our kids (everything) just makes it a little surreal when you finally have to let them go.
It’s a good thing and yet a heart-wrenching thing.
A piece of you is now walking away.
You’re excited for them, but also feel sad.
And to complicate things, for many of us, we’re sending kids off during tough menopausal times too!
I’ve often said to friends, in similar phases of life, “What’s up with God timing the leaving of our children when he KNOWS our hormones will all be whacked out?
Is it some cruel joke?!
POOR TIMING!😝 I’d say!
And don’t even get me started with the parents who are talking about their kids leaving home, but they’re just moving down the street or moving within the state.
Sorry, but I just don’t see it quite the same way.
If you’ve always lived close to your children, count yourself a very blessed person!
Then, to think of all the mothers that went before us…having sacrificed so much. They did all of this “mothering” without the help of modern conveniences. Sometimes, I can’t even fathom it.
One particular person I think about often, is my grandmother’s sister who was burned severely as a young lady. I remember her eyes buldged and wouldn’t close correctly, watering all the time. Her lips were swollen and turned outward, her face and neck taut with scars, her hands bound up like claws. Yet, she raised a slew of children in the Arkansas heat and handmade the most beautiful quilts you have ever seen.
There’s also the mothers who’ve had to send their kids off to war wondering when they’d see them again. It has to be heart wrenching.
My mom was one who had to do this.
And my grandmother as well.
Sadly, she didn’t see her son return.
So, hug your kids a little tighter.
Choose your battles wisely deciding to let some things go.
Send your kids off with your favorite “mom phrase” of encouragement. 😊
And, reflect on all you did right, or at least as best as you could, 🤗
considering what you were dealt with at the moment.
Now, let GO and by all means, keep praying!🙏💜
Now for some more reflection….
And then there’s my own mom who married at 17 and had a 10.4 lb baby girl at 18.
The things we’ve put them through!