Youth Bio

Youth Bio

Age 30: Poem over Madagascar. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 29 1/2: Opposite charges. (LINK)

Age 29 1/2: Still one more poem. (LINK) (LINK)

Age 29 1/2: Dinner with Dad. (LINK)

Age 29: Paradox. (LINK) (LINK)

Age 29: Rat race. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 29: Miles Davis Poem. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 29: Life Actually. (PDF)

Age 29: Yet another poem. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 29: Endless rearrangements. (LINK)

Age 29: Another poem. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 29: Our Last Farewell. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 29: Waiting. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 29: What is the Force? (LINK)

Age 28 1/2: Meaningful meaninglessness. (PDF)

Age 28 1/2: The Splendor of Your Light. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 28 1/2: Another one. (LINK)

Age 28 1/2: Visited the Haight-Ashbury district in San Francisco for the very first time.

Age 28 1/2: An idea for a new art form. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 28 1/2: A fun experiment with words. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 28 1/2: Alone in the Woods poem (LINK)

Age 28: More Berlin excerpts. (PDF)

Age 28: Adventures in Berlin. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 27: A recipe. (LINK) (LINK)

Age 26: Another friend. (LINK)

Age 26: Linguistics professors. (LINK)

Age 26: An unusual living room. (LINK)

Age 26: Lectured in Uruguay; made new friends. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 25: Two. (LINK) (LINK)

Age 24 1/2: Impossible crushes. (PDF)

Age 24 1/2: Talk. (LINK)

Age 24 1/2: A poem. (LINK)

Age 24: Echoes. (LINK)

Age 24: Attended World Series Games 6 and 7 in New York. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 24: Trip to New York City with friend Luis. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 24: Chess in the mountains. (LINK) (LINK)

Age 24: Enjoying the research. (PDF)

Age 24: Graduate student researcher. (LINK) (LINK)

Age 24 1/2: For Mr. D. (my 6th-grade teacher). (LINK)

Age 23: Began graduate studies in linguistics at “The world’s
only liberal arts college for the deaf.” Communicated with American
Sign Language much more often than with English. Even my professors
lectured in ASL. (LINK) (LINK)

Age 23: Trip across country in RV with German host brother and my
blended family. Shampooed hair in the Colorado River. Spent night in
Dallas in ritzy corner room overlooking downtown Dallas. Visited
relatives in Illinois. Drove to Washington, DC to deposit me there for
graduate school (towing my white Ford Escort). Visited Washington,
Lincoln and Jefferson Memorials, Air and Space Museum, and Mt. Vernon.
Toured inside of White House.

Age 23: Spent two months in Münster, Westphalia, West Germany with
a wonderful host family. There were two precious girls, ages 9 and 11,
and one son age 16. Ate good food. Became much more fluent in German.
Accompanied family on vacation to Montana-Vermala, Valais, Switzerland.
Visited Zermatt and saw the Matterhorn. (LINK) Vacationed in 150-year-old
farm house near the Lüneburger Heath and also visited Hamburg and Lübeck nearby.
Trip to West Berlin and Communist East Berlin with the other exchange

Age 23: New college graduate. (LINK) (LINK)

Age 22: Returned to Nelder Grove with Dad, the same place where we (Mom,
brothers and family friends) had camped eight years earlier. The same
rangers were there. Enjoyed playing cribbage with dad. Precious memories
and catching up on experiences lost due to dad’s prior alcoholism. (LINK) (LINK)

Age 21: Second trip to Illinois. Wore bright-colored striped shirts and
shorts picked out for me by my girlfriend. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 21: My best professor. (LINK)

Age 21: My best photos. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 20 1/2: Letter to Great-Aunt Vicky (my 5th-grade teacher): (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 20: Accompanied younger brother on his high school jazz band’s
tour of Central Europe. Saw the Atlantic Ocean for the first time after
flying out of New York. First time being out of the country, which made
a big impression. Favorite memory: watching an exciting World Cup soccer
game in a hotel community room. (LINK)

Age 19: Went on third and final mountain backpacking trip. Took off on
short notice with friend Bill in the hopes of seeing the Perseid Meteor
Showers better from a high elevation. In spite of a forest ranger’s
misgivings, we decided to climb up a horse trail north of Huntington Lake
up towards Kaiser Peak. We made it up in one day, but I got sick and
nearly exhausted myself. Put a strain on my heart. By nightfall I was so
tired that I only caught a few meteors before conking out. Also saw a few
satellites. Took a different trail down the next morning and had to
hitchhike back to truck. The first (and only) time in my life that I
hitchhiked. Feet fared better this time due to wearing orthotics.

Age 18: Triplets. (LINK)

Age 18: First university lecture was a memorable one, during calculus
class, about a (fictional) boy who was able to come up with a
geometrical proof of the Pythagorean theorem on his own (referring to
Aldous Huxley’s short story: Young Archimedes). The
professor, who was once the president of the Sierra Club, kept his very
long hair from his hippie days. Got “F’s” on my first
two calculus exams, due to being used to just coasting through high
school. Learned to buckle down a study more. Got straight A’s
thenceforth and pulled my final grade up to a high B. (LINK)

Age 18: Went on two backpacking trips in the Sierra Nevada Mountains
with close friend, Bill. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 17 1/2: Traveled to Reno with our pop-vocal group (“Soundsation”).
I played bass guitar. (LINK)

Age 17: Senior yearbook photo (taken during the summer before my
senior year) (LINK)

Age 17: First trip in a jet airplane. (LINK)

Age 16 1/2: Thanksgiving with Dad at our house. (LINK)

Age 15 1/2 to 16: During the spring and summer I would take the bus to
the university and sneak into the computer labs, looking over the older
college students’ shoulders to get passwords. One day I witnessed
and participated in an exciting event (what I realized later was) the
first time the Internet had been used in Fresno. (LINK)

Ages 15-16: High school junior-varsity tennis team during my sophomore
year. I hovered low in the rankings on our team roster, in third-to-last
or second-to-last spot. I didn’t place too much importance on it.
Later when I was 18 I learned that I had flat feet, which was probably
the problem.

Age 15 1/2: Too busy to get into trouble. (LINK)

Age 15: Letter to Grandma. (LINK) (LINK)

Age 15: Second camping trip in the mountains near Huntington Lake, CA.
Had fun walking in the creek and eating “s’mores”
(like the year before with the same family friends, but there were no
giant sequoia trees this time).

Age 15: My second effort at public speaking: a ten-minute lecture in my
biology summer school class on the American plains bison (bison bison).
It was a large class with stadium seating and I was nervous (taught by
Mrs. E. and Mr. E.) We got to go on field trips all over California,
including the museums and aquarium at Golden Gate Park in San Francisco,
and more.

Age 15: Dad moved to California and lived with his new girlfriend,
2 1/2 hours away by car. I was thrilled to see him again, after being
estranged from him for two years. In a few months I was able to begin
visiting him a few times during three-day weekends by taking the
Greyhound bus. Sometimes (in the upcoming two years) Mom would drive
us boys halfway from our direction and he and his girlfriend would
drive halfway from their direction and they would take one of us to
their place for the weekend. Once we had a picnic lunch all together
at the midway point.

Ages 14-15: Varsity tennis team. Awarded athletic letter. (LINK)

Ages 14-15: Newspaper carrier. Won fifth place in citywide
subscription gathering contest. Won a small television set and also a
trip to Great America amusement park and got to take a friend. I really
liked the “Indy 800” video game where eight kids/teens
played at the same time.

Ages 14-15: Took a tour of NASA’s Jet Propulsion Lab in Pasadena.
We students voted to spend our class’ special gifted-students’
fund on this, rather than purchase calculators (which didn’t help
with geometry anyway) or make some other purchase. This was an early
experience in school-based participatory democracy. This was a more
effective learning experience in government than other activities (such
as the previous straw vote for US president four years before, when the
candidate who won our classroom straw vote ending up resigning from
office in disgrace, which was an incredible spectacle to watch as a
child.) My geometry teacher suggested that I get involved in student
government and I quickly replied that I didn’t think the student
officials had any real power (i.e., influence). (LINK)

Ages 14-15: Ninth-grade math teacher took me and
two other boys to the nearby high school to learn programming on a
Wang personal computer one day
per week after school. My first computer program produced a printed
chart that I called a “Pizza Price Finder.” It showed the
cost per square inch for various-sized pizzas. (LINK) (LINK)

Age 14: First camping trip in the mountains with Mom and two brothers
and family friends. Camped two nights at Nelder Grove campground in
the Sierra Nevadas north of Oakhurst, CA. Climbed up 10-foot-plus tall
giant-sequoia tree stump. Swam and bathed in frigid creek water. Got
dirt in my nose. Had a sing-a-long. Ate “s’mores.”
Hiked in forest and saw huge sequoia trees for the first time. Bravely
dove off 12-to-15-foot ledge over pool of water in the creek with the
other kids into very chilly water — a lot of fun. (LINK)

Age 14: Gave the first-ever presentation in my life (besides
show-and-tell at age 8) in English class on the topic of Boolean
algebra. “What can you use it for?” one girl asked. I was
calm and collected, contrasted with the next presentation I gave during
biology class during the summer school the next year (on the topic of
the Bison bison, in a medium-sized lecture room with stadium seating)
in which I was fairly nervous. (LINK)

Age 14: School camera club member. Learned how to develop black-and-white
photographs in the dark room. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 14: Won first trophy (in ping pong). Took tennis lessons.

Age 14: The beginning of the Matching-Shirts Portrait Era (LINK)

Age 13: New family dog. (LINK)

Age 12 and 9 months: New seventh-grade classes in public school in
California. New words in California: “hike” (ride on
handlebars) and “zories” (thongs for feet while camping
in the mountains or going to the beach). People wrote with “pens,”
instead of “pins.” My first ever game of soccer played
during P.E. class. (LINK)

Ages 12-13: Dad Checking In —
Life in California
. (LINK)

Age 12 and 9 months: Over the Continental Divide. (LINK)

Age 12 and 9 months: The Big Trip to California
(Mostly Self-Indulgent Trivia with a Bit of Personal Revelatory Info
. (LINK)

Age 12 and 9 months: Took first cross-country trip, moving from
Illinois to California. Spent the night in Jefferson City, MO (after
driving over the Mississippi River and seeing the Arch at night);
Oklahoma City, OK (swam in indoor pool during snowstorm); Gallup, NM
(my first time at a high elevation); and Needles, CA (ate pancakes at
Sambo’s restaurant). Saw the Pacific Ocean for the first time in
Long Beach, CA.

Age 12: Seventh grade in public school. Had a great math teacher,
Mrs. B. She was one of my first (of an initial three) Black teachers. She drove a
white Mustang (non-classic style), parked under the window near our
school building. I enjoyed learning how to change numbers from one base
to another. This made five straight years of good experiences with math,
a trend which would continue for two more years. After that, I focused
on computers, which I worked on consistently from ages 14 to 22, after
having first wanted to get into the field at age 10 when a neighbor
taught me what a computer was.

Age 12: All-star game, little league baseball (minor league). Played
first base. I batted with two outs in the bottom of the ninth-inning,
hitting the ball down the third base line. I would have had a triple and
been the tying run at third base, had an inexperienced umpire not called
me out incorrectly. (He thought the force-out applied, but it didn’t.)
My younger brother played in the same game on that same all-star team
with me, as the second baseman. (LINK)

Age 12: Having fun in the park. (LINK) (LINK)

Ages 11-12 1/2: Newspaper route. Won a trip to Fort Knox, KY. Visited
Churchill Downs in Louisville, KY. We were told that a soldier had
recently gone on a joy ride in a tank through the city. The trip was
organized by my paper route manager, Lou Sebastiani.

Age 11: Watched The Great Escape on TV with brothers. Inspired by the heroic actions
of character Roger Bartlett (code name “Big X”),
especially when he was cornered while trying to escape and got away by speaking
perfect French and perfect German. Became my favorite movie. Was also very impressed
by Bartlett’s leadership skills and the respect his men gave him. (“Let’s
pretend were not looking at him, so the goons won’t think he’s important.”)
Impressed by the men’s ingenuity and rationality.

Age 11: Played floor hockey (defense) with sixth-grade classmates at a community
organization on Saturday afternoons. My team members experimented with smoking
cigarettes after at least one game, but I did not join in. Tragically, our goalie
(with whom I collaborated closely on the court) later committed suicide as an adult,
after returning from war. This community organization where we played was the same
organization that my grandfather (mom’s dad) helped to build by collecting
donations as a teen (which is how he met my grandmother). My mom and dad spent a
lot of time there together as teens. Grandpa became a state leader in this organization,
causing Grandma to be hospitalized later for exhaustion after greeting the hundreds of
people who attended his funeral.

Age 11: Participated in school science fair, entry on the constellations created with
6th-grade classmate, Jim G.
Third-place ribbon awarded.

Ages 11-12: Sixth grade with Mr. D. Great teacher. Inspired us with Vince Lombardi
stories. My first male homeroom teacher. (LINK)

Age 11: Trip to Monticello amusement park in Indiana with Dad, brothers, Dad’s
girlfriend Kathy and her two kids
(who looked like the boy and girl in the Chitty Chitty Bang Bang movie). Memorable
experience with Dad pointing out the Big Dipper at night. Slept in tent. Dad’s
change fell out of his pockets while upside down on a ride that I accompanied him on.
A kind, older lady picked up the coins and returned them to my dad after we got off.
I asked my dad if I was old enough to ride the big rollercoaster and he cautioned me
that I might get scared and pee my pants, so I decided not to risk it. Missed the first
day of school (which was only scheduled as a half day).

Ages 10-11: Little league baseball (minor league), jersey No. 4, first baseman. I
mostly bunted and had a very high batting average (.900-plus?). Ran the bases well.

Age 10: First eyeglasses. (LINK)

Ages 10: The Exploring Core Influences —
The Birth of The Disseminator
. (LINK)

Ages 10-11: Fifth grade with Mrs. R., who was my Great Aunt V. She taught me during
her 50th year of teaching. She had started in a one-room country schoolhouse at

Age 19. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 10: More swimming lessons (at the public swimming pool).

Ages 9-12: Went to Grandma’s (Mom’s mom) often to be babysat while mom
attended community college. Wonderful memories of playing Yahtzee, Mille Bornes,
Scrabble, High Low Jack and the Game, Aggravation, Trouble, Perquacky,
Game of the States,
and Go to the Head of the Class. We once rolled three Yahtzees in a row (going around
the table). (LINK)

Ages 9-11: Got paid $2 per week helping dad on week-long visits. Broke down boxes on
pizza truck run. (LINK)

Age 9: 9 X 6 was the last multiplication fact that I memorized. Good experience with
independent study in math, which was a popular trend in elementary education at the

Ages 9-10: Fourth grade. On the first day of school, I hit a line drive playing
wiffle ball that went over a classmate’s head at shortstop (John S.) I ran the
bases to make an inside-the-park home run and was hero for a day. Read two same
books that my mom had read when she was my age and recommended to me, The Good
Bad Boy
, by Gerald Thomas Brennan, and also a Babe Ruth biography.

Age 9: The Great Society of My Youth and the Last Scene of My
Childhood Years
. (LINK)

Age 8 1/2: Had the most amazing Christmas of my life.
Waking up and seeing the tree decorated with tinsel and toys underneath was perhaps
the most memorable and exciting moment of my childhood. The night before we drove
home late from Grandpa and Grandma’s house (Dad’s parents) with all five
of us in the cab of Dad’s International Harvester pick-up. We kids kept looking
out the back window and mom and dad (I found out years later) were worried we would
see the gifts in the back, but it was too dark to see them. We got a flat tire one
block from home and had to walk the last block. Got cowboy boots for Christmas that
I wore to school every day. Best friend Danny had cowboy boots as well. Sometimes I
even wore my frontier-style, Davy Crocket jacket with fringe on the sleeves. Also got
an electric race-car track. One of my gifts malfunctioned and Mom asked Santa where he
bought the gift. We went to that store (a large department store) and couldn't get it
replaced, so I got a Tonka bulldozer in its place.

Age 8 1/2: First kiss on the cheek. We used to play hide and seek. I would always
hide behind the stuffed chair in the living room and she would always find me. The
“penalty” for being caught was a kiss on the cheek.

Ages 8-9: Third-grade with Mrs. B., a sweet older lady who said I was “very
creative.” Read my first full-length book (probably either Pilgrim Courage,
adapted from William Bradford’s writings, or The Coming of the Pilgrims,
a juvenile version of the same book). It felt like the book went on forever, as I lay
on the floor near my parents’ bed one calm Saturday morning, catching the rays
of light coming in the window, finishing it. I corresponded with Mrs. B. years later
and she sent me the first-ever essay that I wrote that she had kept in a scrapbook. (

Age 8: Stayed up for the first time until very late at night with best friend David
and my brothers, imagining how we could build a real helicopter out of a lawn mower
engine and a TV antenna. We went to the junk yard the next day and quickly gave up on
the idea. For a few hours that night we had been true believers. (LINK)

Ages 7-8: Wonderful memories of my Dad’s new roofing company partner who became
a close family friend. He took my brothers and me, plus our close neighbor friends to
an amusement park (“Adventureland” in northern Illinois), a local carnival,
our first airplane ride and first boat ride. He was killed by a train at an unmarked
crossing due (probably) to not wearing his eyeglasses and then being under the care of
an inept physician who didn’t reduce the pressure build-up in his brain caused
by internal bleeding. I cried in my room for two straight hours after being told.

Ages 7-8: Second grade with Mrs. B. Very conscientious. Pretty good teacher, though I
disliked arithmetic class work, which felt like a chore. I remember putting down my
oversized pencil, looking at my neighbor and thinking something like, “Ten more
years of this?” I liked the carbon paper/hidden drawings math worksheets, though.
Being shy, I successfully dodged having to celebrate my birthday in the cafeteria in
front of the whole school by not reminding anyone it was my birthday, with no one noticing
it listed on the big calendar on the back wall of our classroom. I was caught the next
day, though, and we celebrated a day late. (LINK)

Ages 7 and 8: Dad took me to the annual Labor Day boat races and let me indulge in
drinking too much soda. I drank three or four paper cups of soda until I felt sick
to my stomach. Another time, after just arriving at the boat races (perhaps the next
year with more family members), a very slow moving car actually rolled over the tops
of both of my feet as we were trying to walk out of the grassy parking lot. I didn’t
feel any pain.

Age 7: Baby book (as a living document). (LINK)

Age 6 1/2: New first-grade teacher, Mrs. W. When I went back to visit my old school
years later, she was still teaching in the same room! She explained that she and the
other primary-grade teachers did not fully adhere to the prescribed Dick and Jane-based
reading curriculum and they used their best judgment to include phonics lessons. Great
memory of project where we each took home a cocoon in a glass jar and watched it turn
into a butterfly.

Age 6 1/2: Fell off the slide on the playground at school. Spent the night in the
hospital. First time I saw a “curly bracket” { in math when looking at
a math book that my grandma (my dad’s mom) gave me at the hospital. The curly-bracket
somehow captured my interest and possibly led to my interest in symbols, which led to
computer programming and math, which led to linguistics, which led to my interest in
language teaching, education and philosophy. What inspired my grandma to give me the
math book? Perhaps because grandpa, after being high school valedictorian, was unable
to attend college due to the stock market crash occurring four months after he
graduated, leading into the Great Depression during his prime. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Ages 6-7: Artwork done in first grade. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Ages 6-7: First-grade teacher, Mrs. D. Fiftyish woman who seemed really old and walked
with a limp. Not too friendly then, but was very friendly when I visited her in her
home years later.

Age 6 years, 4 months: First day of school in first grade at a public school
(“...had to eat lunch with the older children because of seating shortage and
all the teachers thought he was a real big boy and a gentleman.”) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 6: I remember Grandpa (Mom’s dad) playing Chinese checkers with me while
he was sitting on his black recliner in the living room. When we came over he used to
say, “There’s BKI, BKII and BKIII!” (since all of our names started
with B and our middle names started with K), then he would shake my hand up and down
vigorously for several seconds and then rub my head. After that he might show me his
“second elbow,” which was a small fat tumor near his elbow that he could move
around. (When I was 27, I had to have exactly the same kind of fat tumor removed near one
of my elbows!) I also remember riding in the back of Grandpa’s Rambler with Grandpa
driving and Grandma sitting in the front. They had the back seat covered with a thick
plastic cover to keep it clean and kid-proof. The only thing about Grandma that I remember
on those visits to their house was that she would often use a neat cheese slicer to slice
us some good-tasting Velveeta cheese.

Age 6: Birthday and first two-wheel bike, four weeks before leaving the only home I
had known up to that point and moving to a new town. (LINK) (LINK)

Age 5 1/2: Did not attend kindergarten due to the school district canceling
kindergarten for one year after voters turned down a school bond. Mom taught me at

Age 5: Three peas outside of the pod. (LINK)

Age 5: Photo in the backyard. (LINK)

Age 4 3/4: Helped Mom by doing dishes (“Mommy was so proud of me. She said I
really did it good.”)

Age 4. More artwork. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 4 1/2: Christmas. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 4 1/2: My first very own pumpkin. (LINK)

Age 4: I liked this popular joke: “What did the big chimney say to the little
chimney? — You’re too young to smoke!” I think I laughed at it
without really getting it! Also: “Why did the chicken cross the road?”

Age 4: Had a vivid nightmare/“awake-mare.” Woke up as I was falling out
bed. Thought I saw a little white man pulling me out of bed. Flew up the stairs on all
fours screaming for mommy. Had to lay on her stomach and fall asleep that way so the
“little white man” couldn’t reach up from under his bed where his
“factory” was. I saw him again in my mom’s room, several feet away,
and shouted at the top of my lungs: “GET OUT OF HERE!!!” and he walked
through the wall or window to the outside and never came back. Looking back as an adult,
I see that the figure looked like the “Gingerbread Man” from a children’s
book. I think that story traumatized me somehow, coupled maybe with my recent experience
with my great-grandfather dying. Also around this time I remember my uncle reassuring me,
“There’s no such thing as ghosts.”

Age 4: My Great-grandfather died. My first experience with death. Went to his burial in
Michigan with my dad and have a vivid memory of the casket being lowered into the ground.
He worked for many years as an underground driver in an iron mine. He had been a widower
since the Great Depression. One of my dad’s favorites. He had spoken with a Polish
accent. Holding up the margarine he’d say, “This is butter — butter than
nothing!” My memories of him are very vague, but he was my closest link to the
Old World. Have a definite memory of waking up in an upstairs bedroom, which may have been
the room I was conceived in. (LINK)

Age 4: Had my first scientific-like thoughts while watching the moon’s position
relative to the roofs of passing houses, as we drove down the street at night. I wondered
why the moon didn’t seem to move, though I thought it should. A sweeping beam of
light that kept recurring at medium intervals added to the ambiance (a rotating search
light used at the nearby airport). (LINK)

Age 3 years, 3 months: Photo. (LINK)

Ages 3-6: Idyllic memories of tulips and sunshiny days in the backyard. Played in the
sandbox and on the swings. Rode in little yellow car. Played with brothers and neighbor friends,
including best friend Brucie. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 3 years, 9 months: Second and final sibling born — baby brother. I was
excitedly waving my hands up and down while looking through my grandparents’
(mom’s parents’) living room window when my mom arrived in a car, cradling
the baby in a white blanket in her arms. I don’t remember the hand-waving part,
but I do distinctly remember looking through the window (with the sheer white curtain)
and seeing my mom got out of the car at the curb, holding my new brother. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 3 1/2: Halloween costume. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Ages 3 and 4: Artwork.

Age 3 1/2: Played first board games (“‘Candy Land’ and ‘Hi Ho Cherry O’ —
I really know how to play and sometimes I even win.”)

Age 3: Loved to sing songs (“Momma says I carry a very good tune, even if I goof
the words sometimes.”)

Age 3: Loved to draw and color (“By age 3 1/2 I could stay in the lines when I
colored and could draw lots of things.”) (LINK)


Age 2 years, 9 months: First sibling born — baby brother.

Age 2: Photo with Dad in the paper. (LINK)

Age 2: Photo. (LINK)

Ages 1-6: Birthdays. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 1: My 15th first cousin is born (Mom’s third oldest sister’s fifth
child). He stayed with us six months later for a short time and he and I were taking
a nap upstairs in my bedroom (I’m told) when an infamous event in US history
occurred — an event that causes flashback memories in people who were alive at
that time. My mom first learned of the event while glancing at the television at a
distance, from the kitchen. Dad had (probably) just visited for noontime lunch and
left, learning about the event while listening to his car radio. (LINK)(LINK)

Age 1: First family portrait. (LINK)

Age 1: Lock of hair. (LINK)

Age 18 months: Another memory from around this time or earlier or later. Seems to
me I thought that my dad’s parents’ house was two different places,
depending on if it was daytime or nighttime. Looking up the dark stairwell towards
the upstairs at night made an impression on me.

Age 18 months: Possible earliest memory. I think we drove to a picnic with a lot of
people at a park, got out of our yellow car and Dad playfully threw me up in the air
next to the car and caught me. There’s a photo of me at just such a picnic from
around that time, sitting on a blanket next to my dad’s dad.

Age 7 months, 29 days: Took first steps. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 3 months:

Ages 21 days to 15 1/2 months: Baby milestones. (PDF)

Age 0: Born on the cusp of Daylight Savings Time, with my first hour of life lasting
two clock-hours, 9 lbs., 20 1/2 inches, dark blue eyes, dark brown hair. Mother, age 22;
Father, age 21. Mom remembers the obstetrician talking about the White Sox game (that
they won) with the nurses, while she was in the delivery room giving birth to me.
Thirteenth grandchild on my mother’s side and first grandchild on my father’s
side. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age negative 9 months: Conceived in Ironwood, Michigan — as the result of mother
swallowing a watermelon seed, according to (humorously intended) family lore. (LINK)