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1959

me two and a half months
Me at 2 1/2 months

A good year for me, I finally got to quit breathing fluid and sucked life-giving oxygen. Funny, after spending 9 months in liquid, why don’t I swim well now?

Anyway, I had the normal 1960’s childhood, snow forts that lasted for weeks in Colorado and GI Joes- when they were big enough to date Barbie. Those were also the days of “The Jackrabbit Special” and Don “The Snake” Prudhome of Hot Wheels fame, Major Matt Mason and non-themed Lego. This was a time when you had to use your imagination to build things and they didn’t have little round heads with smiles or light sabers in their round pegged hands. No, our Lego people were all block heads back then and liked it!

me- five months
Me at- five months

The 60’s

A school pic
A school pic
rangertower
Me and my “Ranger Tower”, complete with fireman’s pole.

The 1960’s were a bygone era when we had an arsenal of legal firecrackers. When carrying

pocketknives to school was a way of life and when someone on your football team got into a fight with a rival school, we all went home with bloody noses; instead of dead.

We kept loaded guns on the top shelf of hall closets without trigger locks and knew that lethal weapons were not toys and we respected that.

We understood that life was precious, both the unborn and the elderly.

We feared nuclear attack more than destroying the ozone layer by opening Styrofoam containers.

We also had enough sense to sit down while riding, without government regulations on car-seats mandating us to do so. Back then, “Back in THE day” as our son, Rocky refers to it; if we didn’t sit down, then we banged our heads on metal dashboards without padding. We got concussions, and we LIKED IT! It made us tough. It got our thought juices flowing! It got our attention. Besides, no one drove as fast as they do now. The only way that we hit our heads anyway, was if dad didn’t put out his arm every time he slammed on the brakes to catch us. And guess what? We didn’t sue our dad’s if they didn’t catch us. We took personal responsibility for not sitting down, because mom had already warned us; “If you stand in between the seats, you’ll hit your head.”

And forget bike helmets and elbow guards, if we broke an elbow, we reset it later, after we were done blowing up GI Joes in their foxholes with M-80’s. After all, there was a war on.

I remember Star Trek, Gilligan’s Island, and Bonanza when they were still on prime time.

And when I wanted to talk to Scotty on the Enterprise, I had to whip open a tin-foil wrapped matchbox that had a lid attached with masking tape and make the clicking sound with my mouth.

Now we’ve all got smart phones that do all those things for us. Which, if you read Stephen King’s book, “Cell”, might not be a good thing anyway; but I digress..

CLACKERS
Clackers

As I grew a little older, we had Clackers. Which consisted of two giant glass marbles tethered with a rope much like held our soap for the shower, from Avon. A person would start them bouncing by holding the rope and moving it up and down and then begin doing it so violently up and down that the balls would clack under your wrists and then on top and back on the bottom and then on top again, making, the “Clacking” sound. But alas, after many enjoyable minutes of fun, THEY, and THEY being the consumer affairs people or the government or United Laboratories or Good Housekeeping or somebody; outlawed Clackers because too many idiots broke their wrists. Ahh, The Nanny State…

Isn’t it great when you don’t have to use your brain any more and Uncle Sam will protect your lunacy?

The 70’s

Senior year photo 1977
Senior year photo 1977

There was such a difference between the beginning of the Seventies and the End; for one reason, I graduated from high school in 1977 and then headed up north to college.

The early Seventies we were still warring with Vietnam, the later we were dancing our ways into a Saturday Night Fever.

The Seventies were my adolescent years.

They were filled with ten speed bikes with rams horn handlebars and the Dallas Cowboys when they were still the Tom Landry/Roger Staubach dynasty.

We drove around in Starsky’s red Gran Torino with the white stripe and sang songs like: Afternoon Delight and You Are The Woman. The Eagles and Bee Gees rocked the charts. In 1978 was when I first lay eyes on my lovely wife and secretly hatched my plan to marry her.

Gospel Lights 1977 Elias Revera, Bill Bernal, me, Mark Morrison
Gospel Lights 1977 Elias Revera, Bill Bernal, me, Mark Morrison.

The 80’s

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Preaching in chapel Northwest Bible College 1981

Wow, the 80’s, what a blur?

The 1980’s were good to me…

I reminisce about a few of the popular songs of the decade and thought I would put my two cents in on them also…

Addicted To Love – Robert Palmer
Do You Really Want To Hurt Me – Culture Club– Is it me, or were there an onslaught of Englishmen with weird hair running amuck?
Don’t You (Forget About Me) – Simple Minds
Every Breath You Take – The Police – (The stalker song)
Everybody Wants To Rule The World- Tears for Fears –Seems that everyone in the 80’s wanted to either have fun OR rule the world!
Express Yourself-Madonna And she certainly did!
Faith-George Michael–did he have it?
Gloria – Laura Branigan –Thinking… Faith and Gloria, didn’t they make a sitcom out of them later???
Holding Back The Years – Simply Red –Until now, I always thought they were singing “Holding back the tears”!
I Want To Know What Love Is – Foreigner–the amount of money the band made, for sure!

It’s Still Rock And Roll To Me-Billy Joel
Livin’ On A Prayer-Bon Jovi
Man In The Mirror -Michael Jackson I don’t think he ever did change his ways even after he was asked to…
Physical -Olivia Newton John

She Drives Me Crazy – Fine Young Cannibals She drives me crazy and works hard for the money, a lethal combination…
She Works Hard For The Money -Donna Summer

Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This) -Eurythmics
The Power Of Love – Huey Lewis and the News
Total Eclipse Of The Heart – Bonnie Tyler
We Didn’t Start The Fire – Billy Joel
What’s Love Got To Do With It-Tina Turner

July 23,1981 the love of my life
July 23,1981 the love of my life

1981- marriage and 5 kids and nearly 40 years later, 13 grandkids! How

time flies…

Us and all the little kiddos circa 1987?
Us and all the little kiddos circa 1987?
Jeanie and me
Jeanie and me
Cozumel
Cozumel
Estes Park Our Anniversary 2013
Estes Park Our Anniversary 2013
Allenspark, CO 2015
Allenspark, CO 2015
Christmas 2018

2 Replies to “Me”

  1. Hello Dave,

    My name is Matt and we recently met at DIA.

    As I mentioned, I have written a book and would love to get your feedback on it. I have tried to send it to the [email protected] listed as your contact but that doesn’t work. If you would let me know another email address or way in which you could receive a copy of the file that would be appreciated. It was an honour and a privilege to get to meet you. You have the distinct privilege of being the first author that I have ever met, read their book, and had them sign my copy of their book. Thank you so much for taking the time to meet up with our group. I look forward to hearing from you and sharing my writing with you. God bless.

    Sincerely,

    Matthew Cochenet

  2. I saw you every school day for10 years I guess can say I saw you grow up. you were the most creative classmate. Coming to school all manner of props. You had Captain Kirks communicator and Spock’s tricorder. You had great Halloween costumes. You invented a little coffin on your hand that when the girls opened the lid a decaying, dead finger rose up to scar them.
    Yes Dave you are one of a kind!
    Thanks for all the fun memories!
    God bless!
    Milt Sharpe

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