My "Genesis"

In the beginning when God created the heavens and the earth... I was not there, but I hear it was a sight to behold.  My beginning was surely not as awe inspiring, but none the less, dark and full of promise.

I was born, in Ft Worth, Texas on the 9th of July, 1973. Does this make me a Texan? Some say no, but it does not bode well for identifying with a birthplace that I really don't know one bit about... You could say that I've had an identity crisis from birth. This first quandary in my life exists to present day as one of the things that makes me ...ME!! What I mean is... that, most people know where they are from. In a lot of ways this defines who we become. (more on that in future ramblings)

Shortly after life for me began, we moved because of my father being transfered by the Air Force to New England. This would turn out to be the first of many returns to this area.  Anyway, we lived in Londonderry, New Hampshire, on Gordon Drive. This is where my first memories take place. I remember our house, my school and my church. These "buildings" seemed so HUGE to me as a lil' Dave. Massive in size and presence, my early identity was shaped by those surroundings. I recall the buildings themselves far more vividly than any actual event that took place within their walls. Only from those forced memories via photo and family lore do the people and events actually ring a bell, but these type of memories seem to take on a life of their own as relates to further self identification growing up. (another place for elaboration later)

Next transfer for dad brought us to Virginia. This is (as I can remember) my first recognition of who I was as a boy. All the sights and sounds of my memories began to flourish there. I recall for the first time actually living   close to a military installation, Langley AFB. The F15 fighter jets flying overhead, close proximity to Norfolk Naval Base, among other amazing things and places. Some of my fondest recollections was a brunch on deck of the USS Nimitz aircraft carrier, putting around with a friend on a little dingy in the Chesapeake pretending to be admirals of our own armada, or running with my dad to the bay. To me, I find it funny that seemingly small memories like these carry so well to later life, but I do know that they definitely started the shaping process for me as a youth. I learned what every boy learns eventually... life is pretty cool, full of sensational things both man made and other worldly as well. In Virginia I would also join Cub Scouts... (another chapter to be explained in detail later)

Transfer time again, the first one I really remember being told about, brought us back to New Hampshire, Hudson this time. I was older now about 8 is my best guesstimate... too young to really be of much help with the move but in the eyes of my parents just old enough to fly ahead of their road trip up, and stay with my Nana for the summer YAY!! (really REALLY miss my Nana) I remember like it was only a handful of summers ago... I had a bag of distractions, some gummy bears and such, as well as eyes and ears on EVERYTHING!!! I watched the sun set on Virginia and a thunderstorm upon arrival in Boston. My Uncle Jim and Nana met me at the airport... I was a BIG SHOT!!!  That summer resides in the annuls of my very favorite. (many since and to this day have been spent trying to live those memories yet another time. We had a hurricane bringing thunderstorms I enjoyed from the porch at Camp, (hail the size of golf balls), My Uncle Jim brought me to Boston to see my first Sox game... Ekersley on the mound pitching to Carlton Fisk... Dwight Evans, Jim Rice... Yaz!!! Those were boys of summer for me that year.

Eventually the family would join me at the new house (from here forward referred to as my parents "old" house... We'd spend the next 5 years there. Across the street Erich soon moved in too with his Army family. (Look for the book of Erich in future blogs)(as well as the books of Mom and Dad Cole or Bill and Judy... can't decide yet)

Junior High... football, blah blah blah... normal growing up stuff mostly form '80 to '85. (perhaps I'll circle back to something here ...dunno?

I think this is a great place to jump off for now...

 

Boa Constrictor

Never have I EVER... Kept a Journal.

Even for my English Comp class when I was supposed to for extra credit... naaah who needs that ...I'm ok with my C+ give or take the "plus"... I have, however, been keeping track... little notes to self, lots of photos and some memories locked in on the ol' hard drive. But I have wanted to tell a tale for ages now, a story of how I got to today through so many yesterday's. I predicate this also by embarrassingly admitting that my 8yr old types more proficiently with the hen and peck method than I do. But...here goes...

Those who know me will attest that I am a vocal person. A social chameleon if you will. Adaptable, with a large vocabulary. (can't spell worth a damn though) The spoken word has been my comfort zone for communication. Writing used to require "writing"... with pen and ink and little margin for mistakes, lest you crack the cap on the whiteout or commit to re-writing which was never going to happen on my watch. Besides... I think faster than I can write or type so my writing "voice" is very different than my speaking voice.

It is my intention to tell this story via this blog, as well as other thoughts and ramblings that may happen along the way.

I am very happily married. It has not always been so, but I am today. I read an article somewhere during my less than happily married years, regarding marriage as being "like owning a boa constrictor"... "You feed it each and every day or BAD things happen"... This has been one of my many mantra's in my rebirth as a functional husband, father, son, brother and friend. My wife and I were NOT feeding the boa constrictor... No small wonder we met near catastrophic breakdown of a working system for our life together. We went about our daily routines as if we were want ad roomies. All the while hardening for what was to be a LONG til death do we part. Honestly we were young and dumb, when we got married. Bought white couches, made babies hand over fist, no clue what we were in for, and powerless against falling victim to the business of being married. (you know, bills, responsibilities, work obligations and such) We fast tracked to our own corners and spent time growing apart. Bottom line... we were NOT feeding the relationship.

I am going to have to switch formats here as I had long ago decided that if I were ever to write my "memoirs", that I would do so in a unique way... (well almost unique, definitely "Biblical")  So the next blog will begin at the begining... which is where all good stories ...worth telling anyway, must begin.

(look for "My Genesis" coming soon)