2014 and beyond

 

It is amazing to me, and I am sure to most of you that 2013 has gone by so fast. They say each year goes faster than the year before the older you get, and it is very true. Right now people are thinking about New Year’s resolutions, however, I prefer purpose because it can go beyond the New Year, and people usually break their resolution anyway by February.  

As far as purpose goes we each were given one or actually many by God, however, for some it is to figure what it is. For me writing this blog is part of my purpose, and since I have only been writing this for a couple months I look forward to how it develops over 2014. If you are married, and have children as well than that is your main purpose along with your job.  Depending on your talents will show where your purpose goes as well.

Last week I received a Christmas letter from my cousin Susan and her husband David; I really enjoyed it because they are adding to their purpose. They own and operate a ranch in British Columbia; they have three sons that have children of their own; so they have six grandchildren at this time ranging from one year old up to six years old. Their two oldest sons have a business together where they design, and build homes; the youngest son is an engineer. Besides the ranch, and raising their children Susan taught school for many years, and David worked both for the federal and provisional governments. Now they are working the ranch which keeps them both very busy. They do hire some people time to time to help out on the ranch; however, the new purpose is that they are going to teach their grandchildren how to run the ranch in the years to come. They have begun doing so with the older ones.  I think it is the coolest thing to influence the next generation.  

In my opinion whether we have children or not; even don’t have children like myself we can give them our wisdom, and experience. I am sure I will write about our purpose in the future but I will end it here for now. Everyone have a great and wonderful New Year.  

The day after the day after

I hope that everyone had a very good Christmas Day. My mother and I spent the day relaxed mostly listening to Christmas music. After opening Christmas presents, we called and spoke with my sister, Barb, in Quebec for several minutes.   Barb and her two sons went out for a run in the morning through snow. The temperatures were around 20 below zero; I would say that I would find it difficult to run even if I was dressed like an Eskimo. Of course, they are more used to it than I would be. Either walking or running in Gig Harbor would be much more favorable.  As far as presents go I received several shirts plus a sweatshirt from my mother that says Gig Harbor the Maritime City on it. I plan to wear it a lot especially when walking.

On Thursday Dec 26 which in Britain and Canada is known as Boxing Day.  For those who may not know what Boxing Day is, or how it came about. Originally in Britain it became a holiday where the servants who had to work on Christmas were allowed to open their presents. Boxing Day was another relaxing day though I did go out for a walk around Gig Harbor, and stop for a latte as well, which is a routine I try to do as often as possible. While walking around the harbor I called my brother Jack to see how his Christmas went. Found out that my nephew Danny who is spending the school year in France came home for Christmas. He spent several days with cousins in southern France including Christmas Eve.  My sister-in-law Anne was able to get a very good price on a ticket to come home for a couple weeks. Also, had thought it wasn’t possible with the program he is doing over there, however, found they did allow them to come home for break.  Personally I think they should have had him to spend more time in France but I understand why they would want him home as well. As I have said it is important to spend as much time with family as possible. As everyone knows the older the children become, and have their own families how hard it is to get together. Later in the afternoon my cousin Bronwen and her husband Hank stopped by for visit. It had been a while since seeing them. Neither of them especially Bronwen, has been in very good health; so it was very nice to see that they both looked very good.  We talked a lot about family, trips to France and South Africa by my mother.

Since I have written how important family is, and where love especially works in the equation. I found the holidays successful. I hope you were not only able to spend time with family; however, you were able to talk with those who were some distances off as well. Another thing love those who you are with.

Until next time be thinking of you. Herb

Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas

Hello everyone it is one day till the magic day of Christmas. I know some won’t celebrate because of their religion, however, we can all get together with family and love one another; Joy to the World and Peace on Earth. Also, I think we can make difference in others life as well. I am thinking about sports where two teams are playing, and the score is tied with only a few minutes remaining; neither one wants to go into overtime.  What can we do to break the tie so our team will win? Or in another way how can we go the extra mile.

Also, I want to reach out to my relatives up in Canada.  Last week my cousin Rob Shaw, his son Mike was in a very bad skiing accident in Colorado, and is in St. Anthony’s Hospital in Denver.  He did send a video through Facebook showing that his legs and arms are moving, however, he will be going through rehab for some time. So keep him in your thoughts and prayers.  His attitude is very good, and appreciates everyone. The skiing team he coaches stopped by the other day in his hospital room, and all showed support. They mentioned how much he inspired them. So to you Mike and family up north have a extra Merry Christmas.

Again everyone have a great Christmas. I will check in with you in a few days. Much love Herb.

Gig Harbor

Hello Everyone I hope you have a wonderful weekend and you finished your Christmas shopping. Here we are having our first taste of snow.  I have less than an inch of snow. . By the afternoon the temperatures will be high enough where it will be gone, and be only rain. It will be another year where we will only be dreaming of a white Christmas. People don’t really like driving in the snow; I see the problem being more ice because we have a lot of hills.

For those of you who never been to Gig Harbor it once was known as a fishing village; however, since the mid70s it has become more for tourism. There are several marinas so Gig Harbor still has plenty of motor and sailing boats. In fact you can rent a boat or a kayak. The best time to come is in July; also August and September the weather is pretty good too.  What is really great is seeing Mt. Rainier in the background. It takes about two hours to drive to Mt. Rainer. When having visitors usually go to Mt. Rainer and the Pike Place Market in Seattle. There are a lot of other small towns in the area you can visit as well. Most of the time going to Pike Place Market we take the ferry from Bremerton to Seattle. I recommend everyone take the trip at least once.   I inserted a couple of pictures of Gig Harbor as well.         

I want to end with Proverbs 17:17 Friends love through all kinds of weather, and families stick together in all kinds of trouble.   

Have a great day.

herb 

reflect and more

Like the Geico camel says it is hump day.   Also, amazing to think that Christmas is one week away, and New Year’s is only two weeks away.   I think in generally 2013 has been a good year for me. I am currently out of work; however, I am looking forward to what 2014 will bring. It is really allowing me to enjoy writing this blog, and I expect that you are enjoying reading it too.  In 2013 several students I went to Peninsula High School with died.  Also, my cousin Molly died as well as Russell Clark who I consider a mentor, spiritual father, family, and a close friend. They are all close to my heart along with all the others that I have known have died in prior years.

In sports the Seattle Seahawks are having a very special year. They currently have the best record in the NFL, and are favored to win the Super Bowl. What I find really encouraging is the coach Pete Carroll preaches to the players at practice that if they play the game the way he tells them that they cannot lose.  I believe if we life our lives in the same manner we will be successful.  In the Bible, the book of proverbs speaks about wisdom and discipline. In I Corinthians 13 speaks about what love is, and in the final verse says that there is faith, hope, and love, and love is the greatest.  So I know for me I want to grow in wisdom, discipline, faith, hope, and especially love. I want to show them through this blog as well.

Anyway, enjoy your day, and the time up to Christmas. Love much!

Jack

I have to say Jack is the best younger brother around; he is my best friend as well.  It did not begin that way. In the beginning he was annoying; my parents thought he was an angel and could do no wrong. Of course, they were misled. So as an older brother I took my job very seriously, and made him into the man he is today. By the way Anne, Leslie, Robby, Ian and Danny your welcome; I am sure Ian especially understands. Joking aside, he has turned into a great man. I know he is not perfect, just ask his kids. He has a really good job being a business consultant. Along with his Anne, they are able to send all his children to college; Leslie and Robby both graduated from Harvard University. Leslie is married to Daniel Rinehart, and teaching at University of Minnesota. Robby is going to Yale Law School, he will finish up in May 2015, which the same time Ian will graduate from Harvard. Last but not least Danny is spending this school year in Paris, France, He is having a really good time, and he will attend Harvard starting in the fall of 2014. He will have Ian there for one year to guide him , and give his experience. As you can see there is a trend there. Both Jack and Anne met, and graduated from Harvard as well. Besides being very smart, each of the children has their own talents, and each carving out their own way. I would say I am not really into the smart game but Jack and I relate in other ways especially coming to sports. We talk each Saturday by phone; finding out how our week went, and how the family is doing.

I believe having a sibling being your best friend (next to their spouse) is very important because you know that when you need someone, you know they will be there. Again there is nothing like being a big brother.

 

family

On Saturday Dec 14 I went up to Seattle to visit my cousin Jennifer and husband Holt.  It was a very good time showing the area she grew up in Magnolia. It has been a long time since I had been there. Other than a few new building it didn’t seem much different. Also, went out for Greek food.

I have to say I am blessed to having a wonderful family. It is hard to say because I know that a lot of people can’t say that.  Though we have been blessed my family has gone through a lot of hard times as well. I lost my older brother, brother-in-law, and some cousins before their time.  I even have relatives now who are or have struggled through health issues over a period of time. Those are still here along with those who have gone I think about them a lot.

Why I say it is hard to write because I know there are those out there that have gone through even worse situations than my family.  It may have to do with alcohol, drugs, broken relationships, or even worse things we don’t really want to talk about.  I don’t want to be cruel but the major problem has to do with selfishness either on our part or someone else’s. The reason I have insecurities is because other’s were selfish and put that on me.  It is not all their fault because I listen and believed their lies. I am sure that I have done the same thing though I don’t recall.  We can blame on other things like we inherited it, science, but it really comes down to selfishness.  We all have it to one degree or another. It is important for us to forgive, and forget so we can move on.  I am sure I write this blog to some degree of selfishness, however, I hope this will help others as well.  The only way we can get rid of total selfishness is to die.  Without dying naturally we have to die to our self, and we can do that spiritually but that is something that must do on a daily basis. The only way we stop selfishness is to stop the blame game as well.   I recommend if you are struggling with anything to look into yourself first.  Also, look to God, he will help you out as well.  

Again I want to thank my family for each of you being who you are, and how much I deeply love each of you.

If you enjoy this blog past it on to others; if I am able to help one person than it is totally worth it.

Again Merry Christmas to all.

 

Mom

Almost six years ago I stopped by my mother's on a Sunday afternoon which I did quite often. When I arrived I found that her face showed it was purple. I asked her why she looked that way. She said that she had fell at church that morning. So I decided to stay with her for a little while until she felt a lot better. About a month later she asked if I would just stay and move in with her.  I now have been with her ever since. Neither one of us really knew whether it would work or not.  Being together has worked better than expected.  Once in a while she forgets that I am an adult and treats me like a kid. It is ok I just reminder her that I am an adult and she is fine with it. I think it is common for parents to forget that their children are no longer kids.  The main reason I didn’t think living with her would worked was I always thought she didn’t understand me very well.  Now I am not sure whether it as true as I had thought.  I think it is because of how our parents treat each child different.  I was the third child who naturally believes we are missing out, and the youngest and oldest always get the most attention. It is amazing that we think that way though it is not really true.  I now find that whenever I meet someone who knows my mother how much she talks about me, and appreciates that I look after her. My mother now is in her 90s; she is in pretty good physical condition for her age though she has some little ailments. Also, she continues to drive though she doesn’t prefer to drive at night. She gets in and out of her car slowly, and walks slowly for a little bit before doing just fine.  I think it is because she is afraid that she might fall. Another thing that is great is that her mind is still working fine.  She plays bridge, does crossword puzzles, and read books.  Her social life continues to move on. It can be the hardest part of getting old not having any one to interact with.  In our family she is the only one remaining from her generation.

My mother has had quite a life so far. I think we can all learn from the elderly especially our parents. My mother grew up in Edmonton, Alberta. She graduated from high school at sixteen years of age.  When starting in first grade her mother went to the teacher; was told there was no room in the class but her mother insisted that the teacher would make room.  My mother was the youngest of four children. When she started college at University of Alberta in Edmonton they required the students had to be seventeen years of age. My mother became seventeen the day school started.  Of course, it was the Depression so money was hard to come by, however, her eldest brother Bob paid for her first year of college. She majored in French, and minored in Germany.  When she graduated from college she went to Ottawa, Ontario seeking employment.  The Second World War started she worked for the censor department.  Because she had taken German her job was to read mail of prisoners of war who came to Canada. Of course, when the war was over the job was no longer available so she went to Paris. While in Paris she met a US A soldier who she married, and moved to Seattle.  In Seattle they had my older sister Barb.  When my sister was three they divorced. It was not an easy time since there was not very many single mother’s at that time.  She worked as a bank teller in Seattle when she met my father.  Barb would spend some time up in Edmonton with our grandparents.  Barb was five years old when my parents were married. Our dad was really good because he treated Barb like she was his own daughter. She never saw her father again. She found that he died while she was in college.  After my two brothers and I were in school my mother became a high school French teacher at Wilson High School in Tacoma. Also, she taught German on occasion depending how many students were taking French or German. She taught for twenty years when she retired.  During her teaching period she went back and got her master degree as well. She has also song in her church choir at St.John’s Episcopal Church since coming to Gig Harbor. She started the branch of the American Association of University Women in Gig Harbor as well.  So as you can see she has done a lot in her life besides raising four children. If you know her, or ever meet her you will find that she has a very good sense of humor, and that she has a saying for every occasion. At least that is what I call it. She has many things she can say, and I am blessed to have her as my mother.

 

Danny

End of May went to St. Louis, Missouri for one week to seem y youngest nephew Danny graduate from high school. He graduated on Thursday May 30, 2013 at John Burroughs High School.  It took place in their new gym. The next night after returning from dinner at local restaurant I experienced my first tornado warning. We spent about two hours in my brother’s family basement before returning to the living room.  I would not call it a bad experience but I would be fine never to go through the experience again. Actually my brother has moved to Virginia so unlikely won’t attend another tornado warning in St.Louis.

The next morning my brother, Jack, Danny, and I went to Springfield, Missouri for a soccer tournament Danny’s club soccer team was involved in. It is about a three hour drive depending on how fast you drive.  It was a three day tournament, and I had a really good time. I had never watched a soccer game before.  Danny’s team lost the first game Saturday afternoon but did rebound to win the remaining two games on Sunday and Monday. The team that they played on Saturday won the tournament.  Danny is very good soccer team, and has played for several years both in club soccer and his school’s soccer team.  In fact, he played a lot as a 9^th grader on the high school team.  The high school team played in the fall; so I was only able to see the club soccer team play.  Since I don’t have a large knowledge of soccer I believe he played midfielder.  Anyway, he was last defender before the goalie. It was nice to meet his teammates, and some of the parents. The tournament was the last time the whole team played together since most of them were graduating from high school.

During the time in Springfield Danny had to decide what he was going to do for college. There was a college he had decided on, however, a few days before my arrival he received a letter from Harvard University saying that he had been accepted by them, but he would have to wait till the next school year 2014. I think there was some pressure because his sister, Leslie, and two older brothers had gone to Harvard University. Actually Ian is a junior at Harvard right now, and went through the same process Danny did. I admire him to follow in his sibling’s feet.  I think it would be easier to go to another school. Part of waiting to go to Harvard is that he can’t go to any other university during this school year.  So he decided to go to France and learn French during this school year. The others have done some traveling before so I will write about them at a later date. So in the mean time he is learning the French language and culture.  He does have a break coming up as well, and he will spend Christmas with relatives in Southern France.  During the break he will also go to other parts of France as well. The whole experience will grow him up and he will be in a better place when starting at Harvard next fall. I return back home on the Tuesday after going to Springfield. What I found funny was on the way to Springfield I asked my brother if the Simpson’s would welcome us. I really laughed when seeing a sign of the Simpson’s when arriving.                                                            

 

Seahawks

Monday Night Football on Dec. 2, 2013 the Seattle Seahawks showed the country what their fans already knew.  Their game begins with defense, and it started on the first play of the game.  #12 makes it hard for the opposition to win in Seattle, and Russell Wilson is a special player.  The Seahawks record now is 11-1, and they have clinched a playoff spot, and likely have all playoff games in Seattle except the Super Bowl which will be in New York. If the Seahawks continue the way they are playing it will become known as a special season in Seattle.  Right now they are considered the favorite to the Super Bowl. The whole northwest will go crazy if the Seahawks have the special season. I hope to be able to write concerning this season in February 2014. One thing for sure as long as Russell Wilson stays healthy Seahawks should have the opportunity to go to Super Bowl several times. He has a special heart that if we each have the same type of heart put into action; we can win the championships that come into our lives, with our gifting, purpose, and destiny.  For us to achieve them is to have the same faith that Russell Wilson has in his abilities. What I am really enjoying writing this blog to encourage others, and at the same time encourage myself. If I can make a difference in just one person’s life; then I feel great in my writings.  Have a great day!

growing up

I grew up in Gig Harbor, Washington and still make my home.  It is 35 miles southwest of Seattle.  I know it is a weird name. It was named by explorer Wilkes. He was going through Puget Sound and a storm came about, so he wanted to come into the harbor but the mouth of the harbor was too small for the ship to enter.  He anchored the ship outside the harbor and   took some smaller boats called gigs into the harbor. Many places in Puget Sound he named, and this harbor he decided to call Gig Harbor after the boats.

During my childhood Gig Harbor was a fishing town; a lot of fishing boats went to Alaska and coast of Washington to fish.  There is still fishing happening the fleet is only a fraction of it was in those days. In those days they had the first weekend of June called Harbor Holidays where a parade happened along with blessing the fleet.  Still happens but no longer is called Harbor Holiday. The parade is now called Maritime Parade.  Takes place in the morning, and the blessing of the fleet happens in the afternoon.  The parade goes through downtown, and there is always a large crowd attending.  Gig Harbor now is more known for tourism.

 I really enjoyed growing up in Gig Harbor even though I had to deal with bullying and teasing at times. Most of the kids I grew up with were actually pretty good; it is amazing how I could be affected by a few.  At four years of age I was burned; I was trying to cook eggs and my pajamas caught on fire. I was in Mary Bridge Children’s Hospital in Tacoma for six weeks.   Fortunately I was not burned on my face. At the same time I had a problem with my hearing which they found out I had wax in my ears.  After removing the wax I went to speech therapist to help out my speaking.   I believe the problem of hearing was only short lived it was major part of my difficulties, but now after years of adult much healing, and forgiveness I remember the good times only.  Though it is still considered a small town it is more than twice as big as when I was growing up.  We spent a lot of time outdoors; it was before home computers, cable tv, and cell phones.  Our family had waterfront property so we had several sail boats since my dad was really into sailing along with row boats. Often we would row to the spit at the mouth of the harbor, or to one of the marinas. Also, there was only one high school and junior high school while now there are two high schools and four middle schools.  So everyone pretty well new each other to some degree. I lived only about a mile-and a half from our city park. In junior high would play pickup football after school in the fall; also, was my little league home field. Now there are more parks as well along with walking trails. So again despite some trouble growing up I could not have lived in a better place. In the future I will expand some thoughts about Gig Harbor.

 

bullying

I don’t expect to  write to many like this to my blog but since bullying seems to be a big issue this day I would speak about it since I have some experience in that area, and would like to  encourage both parents  and kids.

I did experience some bullying when I was a child. In my day there wasn’t seem to be a problem with guns, and knives. At least not in Gig Harbor! I know being bullied you feel alone.  Also, I know it is hard to tell your parents or others real close to you.  I never told my parents; however, if you can I recommend you do. If you find still hard to do I than would find someone older that you can tell what is going on, and help you out of the situation.  I understand those who have considered, or taken their life.  I used to fall asleep on many occasions crying, and wishing God would let me go. I know it is not the answer no matter how painful it gets.  It is hard to deal with bullies that are taller and larger than you; however, they do it because they are very insecure.  Though it was very tough time in my life I feel now it has made me a stronger person in so many ways.  With help of an older person you can stand up for yourself. I am not talking about violence, but letting them know you are not weak either.  I had one experience in ninth grade where someone said that I was setting in their chair in the cafeteria.  I let them know I didn’t see their name on the chair. One of their friends came by and asks me to step outside. He was much taller, and I had no chance at all. So I went ahead and threw the chair in his direction.  I walked out of the cafeteria, and neither one of them bothered me again. I think they may have thought I was crazy or something.  Doing something unexpected may help out as well. I hope this helps out any parent or child is dealing with bullying. Again either tell your parents, or get an older friend. Standup and be strong. I promise you will be a better person.

holiday season

It is hard to believe that the holiday season is here again.  For some they look forward to it every year while others get depressed and lonely. I am somewhere in the middle. I have my ups and my downs as well.

This year for thanksgiving I will be spending it with my mother only. I am thankful she is still around. She is now 93 years old, and is the only one left in our family in her generation. She is still in her right mind, and is physically in pretty good shape. She does have some parts of her body that hurt like we all do. Also, she still drives as well. She plays bridge several times a week along with belonging to several groups and church. It is nice she has a lot of friends. Not everyone her age is so blessed.  Though it will be only the two of us, I will be thinking about other family members and friends during the time.  So far I don’t have any plans for either Christmas or New Year’s other than Mom will be here. I have been thinking about Thanksgiving and Christmas past because many of them no longer with us.  When I was a child at Thanksgiving the children would have dinner meal in another room while the adults where at the main table. I remember how nice it was to graduate to the main table. Besides my brothers the other children were my cousins.  In 1973 my sister cot married so my brother-in-law Bob, and his family were added on. Thanksgiving would be spent at our house while Christmas would be at Bob’s parents place in Lakewood, Washington.  It was a grand time playing games as well as opening Christmas presents.  A few years later nephew’s Ken and Connor were added to the family.  This was the tradition until the late 80s when Barb, Bob, Ken, and Connor moved to Quebec.  So neither Thanksgiving nor Christmas gatherings were as large either.  Also Jack got married after going off to college so he was not around as often either.  We started losing Bob’s dad, Dick, and my Dad in the 90s passing away. In the meantime Jack started having family as well. At this point the Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners were changed. Since most of the family was on the East Coast by this point. Some years either mother or I would travel for Thanksgiving or Christmas to spend with family. Now this is how the holidays’ are spent. I really do miss those times in the past.  Though at home this year I am sure I will travel in the future for the holidays’, however, mother no longer travels.  Barb and Jack both came back to Gig Harbor in September. We had a really great time. Barb says that she plans to come to visit every year.  Jack plans to come as well. Other family members will come to visit depending on the time they have. I am sure as many as can will come when Mother turns 95. Of course, it depends if she is still around. Her family has long life, and they way she feels she could be around for a long time.

I find New Year’s being the hardest of the holidays.  My feelings go up and down a lot. If the holiday did not occur at all I would be fine with it all together.  I think most people just want to party. I spend the time thinking about the year that just finished and the one that is starting. I know for many to it is hard when you have lost family or friends during the year ended.  I find it hard because I think here I am again still single, and no one to share life with.  Will this be the year or the one after that or so on and so on? However like most I think about the year ahead, and what will happen. Just let you know we all have a purpose and a destiny. So I will think about the purpose ahead for 2014. I know I will have to battle over the depression that I maybe alone. Actually I am not alone I have lots of friends and family to see. If you have to battle those same things; let you know that I am with you as well. Think about your purpose and destiny. You do have one where you can change other lives. I think the thought of being alone usually is when we feel very selfish. We need to look at what we can do for others. I see that this blog is one way I can inspire others, and keep their spirits up. Another for me is meet new friends, and to see the old ones. During this holiday season if you see me give me a hug or at least a nice smile. If we don’t see each  other let you know that I am thinking of you, and in my heart I am hugging you. Happy holidays’ to all and be very blessed.

 

 

three musketeers final chapter

Our final destination was going down the east coast as far as Plymouth, MA.. Leaving Halifax we went to Yarmouth, Nova Scotia to catch a ferry to Bar Harbor, Maine, however, on the way we had four flat tires. I don’t remember if they were all on trailer or the car.  It shows the strength of   my mother having three young boys who never had changed a tire, and our elderly grandmother. Amazingly we made the ferry on time.  Mother gave Dick a half seasick pill thinking he would get sick instead he fell asleep on the ferry while Jack and I ran all over the ferry, and had a grand time.  Before arriving in Bar Harbor, mother had to walk him around the ferry to wake up. We saw the ship the “Constitution” and the Plymouth Rock, which turned out to be a big disappointment to the musketeers.  Reading history about the pilgrims we thought the rock would be much larger than it was.  In fact when returning to Gig Harbor I was able to tell the other students in history class I walked on the “Constitution”. While in Boston saw Bunker Hill and many of the other history sites plus Fenway Park which was a big deal for me.   The camp site we stayed over at there were other kids my age so I had really good time playing with them. Mother said that when I returned I talked with a Boston accent, however, only lasted a short time.  We than headed back to Montreal, we spent another week before heading back home. Grandmother flew from Montreal back to Vancouver, and our sister, Barb, traveled back with us to Gig Harbor. I am not sure exactly when this occurred on the trip, however, we visited French River, Ontario. It was quite the experience because we found man hungry mosquitoes. We had never seen mosquitoes before, and not so large that I still remember the experience.  I didn’t know a creature would love my blood so much.  We did not stay long. Traveling home we did take a slight different route going down and through Minnesota, however, back up into Canada at Winnipeg, Manitoba. That summer the three musketeers grew up a lot. It would be an experience I would love to do over and over again.

I hope you enjoyed reading about our trip. Have a great weekend.

three musketeers chapter two

Continue our trip through Canada while in Gas Bay my mother purchased and brought back some wood carvings of the area original natives along with an old time sailboat which she still has to this day.  Being a musketeer I had to keep my eyes on all things. It is part of the job.  I saw a car that was from Ohio; it was the first car I had seen from the USA for a while so I had to investigate. I found very odd they were speaking French to each other. Being in Quebec I understood speaking French to the natives but to each other very odd.  I learned in history those in Louisiana spoke Cajun a form of French, but not Ohio.  I never did get an answer, however, it is possible there was a small community in Ohio spoke French or maybe the couple was originally from Quebec.

Our next destination was Shediac, New Brunswick which is a resort near Moncton, New Brunswick. There we visited our mother’s cousin Jean, daughter Marilyn, and two very young sons.  Jean had a place in Shediac. Marilyn was a very attractive young woman so I had a crush on her.  So I did really enjoy my time in Shediac. We wanted to be sure to visit every province in Canada so we than spent a day in Charlottetown, Prince Edward’s Island.  We did have to take a small ferry boat ride over.  It was a very beautiful island, however, what I remember most was how hard it rained. I have never seen it rain anywhere else so hard. It was on the way to Nova Scotia where we visited more family. Our Grandmother Shaw was born and raised in Halifax, Nova Scotia before going out West as a young woman. She flew to Halifax from Vancouver to join us. She traveled with us until we returned to Montreal. While in Halifax we met an older sister of Grandmother, she was our Great Aunt Maude. She was in her mid 90s, while grandmother was in her late 80s. Great aunt Maude was blind, however, was in very good physical condition otherwise.  Also, she had a very good sense of humor so we got along great. Our Dad returned to Gig Harbor from Halifax because he had to return to work.  So mom did the remaining driving on the trip which is pretty amazing .This was only time we met Great Aunt Maude, and the last trip with Grandmother. My favorite place in Nova Scotia to visit was Peggy’s Cove, probably because I was able to run on the rocks.

Continue next post , visiting the east coast and return home.

three musketeers

When I was 12 years old my parents decided it was time for the three musketeers to go on an adventure which I still remember to this day. The three musketeers who were 9, 12, and 13 had never been outside Western Washington except to visit Uncle Bob, Aunt Joan, cousins Rob, Susan, and Christy in Vancouver British Columbia. The adventure was to travel throughout Canada and part of the east coast of the United States.  What made it really special, and unforgettable we left  Gig Harbor, Washington the day after school  was let out in early June and  did not return till the middle of August.  So the three musketeers knew they would be gone for the whole summer.  The oldest Dick, the smart one would tell us the history of every place we went.  Jack, the youngest, who was known for getting in trouble whenever possible, would listen to every word the smart one would speak. Of course, Herb, myself, the outgoing, talkative one would only listen to the smart one when it pleased him.  I was ready for anything that came our way. Our transportation was a Dodge Dart with a tent trailer hitched on the back which we would setup each night, and take down each morning for travel.

Our first destination was Banff, and Jasper national parks. I was excited to see because of a fictional character named Dudley Do Right of the Canadian Mounty Police.  Of course, they were as beautiful places I had imagined and seen in pictures before.  We than  visited Calgary, Alberta,  Winnipeg , Manitoba, and then reached Kingston, Ontario where we spent a few days visiting with our mother’s  two long time friends Kay, and Moira  from her college days. Also, they worked together in Ottawa, Ontario during World War 2.  While in Kingston we went swimming along with listening to Johnny Rivers, and Johnny Cash music. Also, with Trevor, Kay’s son who was around the same age as Jack, we discussed spider and snakes.

Our next destination was to Montreal, Quebec which we found was not totally what we expected. We spent two weeks in Montreal because of the World’s Fair and Canada’s Bicentennial. We had a very good time going to the fair except the long wait lines. Of course, the three musketeers would find ways to entertain themselves.  Our older sister, Barb, a college student at University of Oregon arrived a few days ahead of us, staying with our Aunt Judy.  The three musketeers had never met their Aunt Judy before except maybe as infants. She taught nursing at McGill University, and was a single woman who never married.  What we didn’t expect was she would treat us though we were her children which you could imagine how well that went over. Since we have been on the road for several weeks she wanted to be sure we were ok as well. Not a good start to someone who was a stranger to us. Years later she retired and moved to Vancouver Island. She continues to treat us along with our cousins as though we were her children.  She was a nice lady in general; however, we wanted to be treated as nephews, and nieces and not her children.  Also, in Montreal we found out Aunt Judy drove her car like a New York City cab driver. She would race any cab driver as well. Our dad told our mother he would never ride with her again. I never did either. We did survive the experience we never forgot. After Montreal we went to Gas Bay in Quebec. Aunt Judy went with us for two weeks. We had to continue biting our tongues.

I will continue our adventure in my next post.

                                                       

First look at Sports

I decided to write my first look at sports. When I first wrote this I found that  I wasn’t  putting my heart into it like I was the other writings. Likely it would be good but not as heart felt so I decided to start over again. Amazing thing about November is that all the major sports have something going on or in the case of baseball the season ended.  In baseball they crowned a new champion in the Boston Red Sox by winning the World Series over the St.Louis Cardinals. Now in baseball they have for the off-season is called Hot Stove League to keep at least diehard fans interested.  The teams start looking to making trades, and signing free agents. Of course, there are teams like the Seattle Mariners have to find a new manager which they already have done. The new manager let the fans know things will be different from what happened under the old manager. However, the fans are upset with upper manager, and really don’t see anything change without change at the top. In college football the season is coming near a close except to find out who the national champion will be, along with what bowl game their favorite team will go to.  In the NFL there are six games remaining for most teams, so the fans are looking at where their team will finish in the standings. The Seattle Seahawks right now 9-1, so their fans are looking to whom they may face in the Super Bowl. The fans of the Seahawks for the most part would consider it a very disappointing season if the Seahawks don’t make the Super Bowl.  The other two sports basketball, and hockey seasons just begin so most fans are optimistic. I am not really sure if I am more heartfelt now than earlier, however, I am looking forward what will happen in the next four to six months. Also, the Winter Olympics in Russia begin in January so we having something else to look forward to if we are not into the other sports.

I like the fact that I am being honest with my readers. I look forward to my next writing which will be a trip my family took across Canada when I was 12 years old.  Enjoy  the rest of your day, and a great weekend.

my bro

On June 7, 2002 I found out my older brother Dick had died on this date. It was quite a shock for the whole family since he was only 37 years of age.  A few days later the autopsy was that he died of natural a cause which to this day is still strange for someone his age. I have been thinking what I should write about him, and realized I could write a whole book.  I figured in this post I will write start with who he was, and will add additional posts along the way.

Dick Nightingale was the smartest person I have ever known. Although I know a lot of other smart people I can say it isn’t even close. However, there was more to him than how smart he was.  Like most people in his category, he was awkward in regards to social gatherings, and most didn’t understand him.  I am sure he was teased at school though I didn’t see it because we went to different schools. I went to public school while he went to Charles Wright Academy, a private prep school, in Tacoma Washington. His strongest subject was math. He was by far beyond most of us in math.   At CWA every year they had a project each student would work on themselves right after Christmas break. At the end of the school year, gathering of students, friends, and family the seniors would talk about the project they worked on.  When Dick talked about his project everyone started laughing.  I asked my mother why they were laughing when I had no idea what he was talking about. She told me that no one knew what he was talking about, and it was the reason they were laughing. At that point I was glad I wasn’t alone.

What stood out to me about Dick was the love he had for people especially his family. Though most of us didn’t understand him, it didn’t stop him from carrying for his fellow man. He would take his time for anyone. After graduating from CWA in 1971 he went onto Princeton University where he graduated from in 1975. He graduated with honors majoring in math of course.  He moved to New York City after graduation where he lived until his death. When he died he was a computer programmer for Bank of New York.  Later I heard that Microsoft wanted to hire him. He worked on computers before we know of computers today. I am sure if we discussed computers I would not known what he was talking about either, but I am sure he would explain on my level. While living in New York my sister, Barb, brother-in-law Bob, nephews Ken, and Connor moved to Quebec Canada around 1986.Dick spent most if not all his holidays with them. Like I said he loved family, and though Ken and Connor were very young they remember every minute spent with Uncle Dick.  The last time I saw Dick was a Christmas holiday to Quebec together in 1991. I figure to end this post now but I want to write one last thing about Dick. I am not sure what year it was but after his death I found a picture of Dick and myself. I figure he was two years old and I was about six months. What came across to me was the love on his face for his little brother.

Just one last thing give your brother or sister a hug. You never know if it is the last time you see them.

Until next time much love and blessings to you all.

My Dad part two

As I said before I was named after my dad. I would never recommend anyone to name a son after themselves. Not an easy thing to live up to. The best part of my Dad is that he never expected me to be more than myself.  My Dad was not a perfect man or father; however, I would say I could never have a better Father.

My dad was single until he was 36 years old when he met my mother. She was a single mother, and my sister was five years old when they married. The great part was that he treated my sister as though she was his very own. My father and mother had three sons within six years of marriage. I was the lucky one being the middle boy.  My dad was a businessman, and had a partnership in a drapery business. He had the business for about 40 years in downtown Tacoma.  Of course, like most businesses had it share of ups and downs.  I worked for my dad for 12 years; we had our disagreements, however, he generally was a very good boss. Unfortunately when he retired the business had been in a down period after the death of his partner and health issues of his own, however, he was able to sell the business. I believe he deserved a better fate.  

One of the last things my dad did before his death was build a sailboat. He did the building on the property I had at the time. He told me that it was an honor to build it there, and to be close to me. He took the boat to sail only once. Before he died, he called both his sisters and brother about his trip he was taking with my mother to France. It was very unusual for him to call them on the phone; I don’t recall he ever did that before. I believe he knew the trip was his last. He died on June 11, 2003 in Monbazillac, France at a home of cousins. It was almost a year to date after my brother Dick died.

My dad most of all loved his family very much. There is a part of him in each of his children, and grandchildren. Also, he will extend into his great-grandchildren and beyond. ,

Anyway, until next time. Love You DAD. There is never a day we don’t think of you.

My DAD Part One

To write about my dad I realized that it will take more than one post to the blog to give everyone an idea who he was so.

The beginning his name was Herbert Nightingale as well. I am not a junior because my middle name is different.  He went by Bert   instead of Herb.  He was born in Seattle on February2, 1916. It was always a standing joke that he was born on Groundhogs Day. Obviously we could remember his birthday because of it. Another day, when we became teenagers found out my parents were married on Halloween in 1952. We figured it explained a lot. Jokingly! They didn’t realize when they were married it would be difficult to celebrate their anniversary since they had to take us trick or treat.

My dad was much different than myself. I would call him the strong silent type. He spoke few words; however, we would get the point especially if he was not happy with us. Also, he was very smart as well. On the other hand I spoke whenever I wanted which got me in trouble sometimes especially at school. He was the youngest of four children; having two older sisters and an older brother.  His brother Bill and he had the love of sailboats. Whenever our families got together, they would continue talking about boats. The joke was they would pick up where they left off even if it was six months later. They grew up in Tacoma, and he graduated from Stadium High School which is the oldest school in the city.  In the summer, and the weekends they would come out to Gig Harbor. My grandparents had a cabin on the eastside of the harbor which later was expanded into a home after I was born. It was in Gig Harbor where Bert and Bill fell in love with sailing. My mother says she believes it was happiest of times because my father didn’t speak much about his childhood otherwise. My grandparents had a place also in East Bremerton.  My dad would tell us about trips to Bremerton as well, but we know Gig Harbor was very special to him especially in raising his family. Also, he was a member of the Gig Harbor Yacht Club. Though it really didn’t seem to fit him he was the Commodore for one year. After he died, which I will get more into in another post the Yacht Club has named the Sailor of the Year award after him.

Continue more next time.

Introduction

Hello my name is Herb Nightingale and this is the introduction to my new blog. I am single and available in my fifties.   I live in a small town called Gig Harbor Washington which is 35 miles southwest of Seattle. I know it is an unusual name which I will speak about at another time. The reason I call my blog Herb’s look at life and sport is because I grew up a big sport's fan as well as playing Little League baseball, and basketball. Also, wanted to play football, however, my parents wouldn’t allow me to, but I will speak about that at another time.  So I know I could write about sports, however, there is a lot of sport blogs and sport radio as well so decided to write beyond the sports world. At times I will write my opinion about my local teams the Seahawks, Mariners, and UW Huskies. I am not a big soccer fan so I leave the Sounders to others. But mainly I will write about life. It will be about where I live, and my family. Ideally I would like to travel, and get paid for it. I do have family in many different parts of the world so I will spend time writing about many of them.  Also, I will write about the towns in Washington as well, along with other places. I will look at my past, present, and future. If you would like you could call this my story.  I hope this will bring out your life story as well. I look forward to any comments as well. 

My next couple blogs I will speak about my father, and older brother Dick who no longer are here. I miss them very much, and let you know some of their story. Until next time, many blessings to each one of you.