Saturday, May 24, 2014

Chapter 13. Bon Voyage - Your NEXT Beginning

Chapter 13. Bon Voyage - Your NEXT Beginning



You have traveled with me for some time now.  My hope is that reading about various journeys in my life you have taken time to examine your past journeys and journeys you will now take.  May you travel on journeys that will help you accomplish goals that you have never accomplished before.  May you travel on journeys that will provide you with great fun and joy or personal or professional success if that is what you seek.

See me waving at the dock, the airport, the train station, the beginning of your trail to the highest mountain you have ever climbed or at the starting line of your finest race yet.

You deserve to experience wonderful journeys, journeys you have created specifically for you or jointly for you and your loved ones.

One of my desires was to help you begin to examine creating your own creative life journeys and not simply tagging along on guided tours, completing one Triptik page at a time going only where someone else has decided you should go.

Another of my desires is that you will be a journey coach who helps other people in your life learn that they too can create journeys in and for their lives and not simply become passengers on guided tours.

True we can gain from going on some guided tours if they are truly going where we want to go and provide us the experiences we truly are seeking.

So go give your globe a twirl, buy a map or two, pick your next destination, gather and pack the clothes and things you will need on your journey and get going.

See you again when our individual paths cross or coincide.



Alan

Chapter 12. Creating journeys for the next “best” of your life

Chapter 12.   Creating journeys for the next “best” of your life



“At every moment, we have more options than we can imagine…”
                                                             W. Mitchell

You no doubt have many times heard the phrase, “Today is the first day of the rest of your life.” At a National Speakers Association Winter Workshop in Honolulu in 2002, Jim Cathcart past national president changed to quote to say…

“Today is the first day of the “best” of your life.”

That statement brought much applause from his audience of professional speakers and trainers, many who do motivational speaking to help people create the best out of their lives.  The statement hit me as meaningful, one to write down and think about.

Motivational in spirit and sincere in its meaning I believe it can be rephrased once more time to fit the future creative journeys you will take in your life.

“Today is the first day of the ‘next best’ of your life.”

You may have already achieved good to great things you may no longer be able to better at your age and in your physical condition.  You may be past your physical prime.  Your coordination or dexterity may no longer be as sharp as it once was.  You may not be as handsome or pretty as you were when you were young.  These all represent real limitations or conditions of human life. 

You can trim down.  You can exercise and strengthen muscles.  You can learn new skills. 

At the same time changing conditions of life do not mean you and I still do not have many more “bests” or “greats” yet to accomplish in our lives.  You can write books and articles.  You can write and give meaningful speeches.  You can coach.  You can mentor.

You can use the skills and strengths you have while gaining additional knowledge and skills and use them to create new ‘bests’ for ourselves.

What are some of the “bests” you would like to accomplish?

Write a song?
Write a book?
Write a poem or book of poems?
Write your life’s story?
Run a 5K or 10K or perhaps a marathon?
Climb a mountain?
Visit all 50 states?
Plant a beautiful garden?
Raise prize winning vegetables?
Learn to take professional quality photographs?
Learn to paint in oil, acrylics or watercolor?
Build your next home?
Start a business?
Develop new friends?
Travel around the world?
Learn to figure skate?
Complete a college degree?

These are all achievable goals, creative journeys.

One life lesson I have learned is to start with achievable goals then push and reach for higher and higher levels.  To write a book first right an article

The first step is to choose your destination your goal.  The second step is to gather information.  The third is to begin planning.  The fourth is to begin collecting resources.  The fifth is to gather the support system and people you will need for your journey.  The sixth is to draw up your map.  The seventh is to begin.

Sounds so simple.  Yes it does sound simple.  In most cases it is just that simple.  The challenges come from the amount of work you may need to do.  Some journeys may require a great deal of information gathering.  To learn to paint a full wall size mural may take years of painting lessons and painting to develop the skills.  It may take weeks and months of painting an hour or two at a time to complete it.

One of our ever potentially present challenges is losing the confidence and drive to keep moving when things seem to be going bad or simply go bad.  Catastrophes, tragedies, disasters do happen at all scales.  I’ve told you of some of mine already.  Getting through and past such negative things often will require a great deal of support and courage or simply hard headed stick-to-it-ness, the determination that no matter what you are going to complete your goal.

One of my biggest challenges in life is that so many of the things I wanted came too easy.  More effort, working harder, longer would probably have gained me greater results but I usually acquired what I wanted without having to work that hard.  Persistence is one of my traits or skills.  If I am committed to accomplish something I will persist.

One of my negative traits is periodically striving for perfection, or setting my goals or standards too high.  Then after fighting to move ahead and/or procrastinating until it is getting to the point of being too late or impossible to complete my task or project I finally sit down with a pencil and paper and I write out all of what really needs to be done and discover that I can actually get it done if I back off on my impossible standards.  Then I move ahead, complete the task and end up frustrated because I have completed it finally yet at a level I am not proud or happy with.  I got by, just got by once again.

My college degrees were all like that.  Getting my architectural license was like that. 

I am catharting, dumping negatives from my life.  I am not writing anything that will be of value to anyone who might buy this book.

Bests.

What do I mean by more bests in your life or my life?

Choosing projects you have not worked on yet. Choosing goals you haven’t accomplished yet.

Suggesting that you examine bests in your life so far and listing them.  Review them and decide which do you think you could and would want to better now.

In my case…

drawn cartoons
drawn cartoons like famous cartoonists
I have excellent hand and eye coordination
I can mimic or copy what I can see
publish cartoons and a cartoon strip
have my drawings put on display
write a play and have it performed in public
write short stories
write mysteries
design houses
design buildings
design logos
design graphics
design signs and sign systems
design advertisements
lose 30 to 60 pounds
travel to 44 countries
travel/visit 49 states
speak to over 2100 audiences from 1 to 750+
write many articles
get articles published
write some books
have a book published
publish a book
find a wonderful, beautiful, very loving and sexy wife
have two great sons
have a great daughter
develop a garden and decorative yard
create my creativity room
refinish rooms in my house
teach at a university
become a licensed architect
teach in Cortona, Italy
travel all around Europe
travel around the world
speak in foreign countries
become an officer of GSA
become a toastmaster
complete CTM, ATM, ATM-bronze, ATM-silver
complete my NSA-CSP
speak at NSA events
speak in GSA speaker schools
speak in GSA showcases
speak for AIA
been on radio talk shows
         Athens, Taccoa, Springfield, over phone
drawings in a art fair
win a prize for my drawings
designs on exhibit
25 foot long cartoon on exhibit in Cortona and in Athens

what could be some of my new bests

create new programs
create a new speech
create audio tape/cd series
write new books
complete this book
write articles regularly
get on a television talk show
draw new cartoon characters, cartoons, cartoon strip
write a play
write stories
write mystery novels
be a main platform speaker at an NSA Convention or Winter Workshop
do more concurrent sessions
publish more articles in the Professional Speaker magazine
learn how and create a beautiful garden
complete my creativity room
create artwork based on my travels, life, learnings
read more books
learn how to do interior gardening
generate much more business
speak more around the world
take more regular trips around the world
speak in every one of the 50 states in a single year
develop new friends
find someone new to love who loves me
trim down to 160 - 170 lbs

These are all mostly achievable, doable.

If I chose them as journeys, gathered information, planned and implemented my plans and work on them consistently most to all of these journeys would be accomplished.

What about your journeys, goals, targets?

personal
physical
professional
family friend related
civic or social
religious

The sun is shining. You are healthy.  You have enough money in the bank to pay your bills for a couple years if you didn’t work at all.  You have enough work already scheduled for the year to pay your bills and allow you to travel to several places and provide you lots of open or free time.  You live alone.  You have no real obligations except what you choose to agree to do.

This describes a life situation that would allow free choice of traveling with minimal restraints.

Yet I feel trapped, stuck, unmotivated.

Am I only happy when I am moving, busy, traveling, working on some project?

Am I depressed or simply bored?

I have been in 49 of 50 states and in 44 foreign countries, a dozen or so of them more than once. My work involves me traveling.  I extend my work trips to include vacation or travel time.

Your life is probably mostly controlled by your work and family obligations.  Most of 168 hours each week are probably spoken for by your varied obligations.  You would have to sacrifice a great deal to simply walk away for awhile.

I don’t have to sacrifice much if I walk away.  My son is 31 and supports himself.  My daughter is 29, married and they both make very good incomes and live very comfortably.  I have no contact with one brother.  I have whatever contact I choose to have with my other brother and they both live 1500 or so miles away.  Both of my parents are dead and have been for 30 years (mother) and 25 years (father).  My oldest son was killed 13 years ago when he was 20.  My wife chose to end her pain and her life almost 4 years ago.

I am simply me.  

My life is mine to create, to design, to plan, to live, to enjoy.

What I choose to do is mostly up to me if not almost 100% of the time.

You have to involve other people, several other people probably when you make choices in your life.

Are you making enough choices in your life to satisfy your personal desires, wants and needs?  Or are you only making or able to make a minimum of choices each day, week, month, year?

I lead a strange, unusual, creative, wandering life.

I am paid for talking and saying mostly anything I want to say as long as my talks and workshops fit into the categories that my clients are willing to pay for.

I would love to be able to simply talk about what I want to talk about and still know I could generate income to pay my yearly expenses and provide extra money for the later years in my life.

Let’s look at your life.

Draw up a weekly calendar or schedule showing all 7 days.  Start with Monday on the left.  Draw up 7 columns and then divide them up sideways into 24 rows.  Put the earliest time you wake up at the top of the chart.  7, 7:30, 8 and so forth.

Then take a set of color markers, preferably transparent colors, pens that are used for highlighting words and sentences in books.  You may want to write notes on the chart and the transparent colors will allow you to.  Choose one color for work, one for sleep, one for family, one for friends, one for you.  So you’ll need 5 colors.

Start by marking in the times you sleep.  Then the times you work.  Include the time that you have spend traveling to and from work.  Then color in times you spend with members of your family whether all together or not.  After that mark in times you spend with friends alone.  If you spend some time with friends and family then use both colors when you mark those time areas.  Finally mark the times that you spend with just you no matter what you are doing that has nothing to do with any of the other categories.  This may be time exercising, working in your garden, hiking, hunting, fishing, reading, doing hobbies, etc.

show a sample of my life
show a couple samples of typical people, day shift, afternoon or evening shifts.
include blank pages with charts on them….one for the first, one for the ideal, one for planning a more creative life.

Now turn to another blank life chart and use the 5 colors to create your ideal typical week.  This is not a vacation or holiday week.  Create your ideal week.  Imagine you have won a lottery or inherited a very large sum of money and can now completely control your life.

chart work

Now compare your two charts.

What would have to happen for this to become your normal week?

1.  win a lottery?
2.  inherit money?
3.  quit your job?
4.  wife or husband would have to get a much higher paying job
5. 
6.
7.
8.

This list of reasons may be enough to make your “ideal week” seem impossible right now.

Do you think you would be happy for years living your “ideal week” each and every week, week after week after week?

Now turn to another blank life chart and block out a more workable while still more like your ideal week.

What would need to change? 

Less sleep?
Less work?
Get a job closer to home?
Work from your home?
Change working hours from 5 or 6 days to 4 longer days or possible 2 long days like some hospitals offer their weekend nurses.  They work two 12 hour days and are paid for 40 hours.
Find someone to do those chores around the house that fill your free time?
Drop some of your civic, social or church activities to free up time for you by yourself, with just your wife, with your kids, with your friends?

Some of these are doable and many people choose to do them to take back control of their “life journeys”.

Between 1962 and 1966 I worked freelance, part time, half time jobs whether going to school or not.  Once I graduated with my Architectural degree I began working full time.  From then I went to over time to moonlighting to working full-time in one firm, part-time in another and also moonlighting.  Throw into that mix going back to school at night.  Except for nine weeks while I was unemployed due to a career choice I made on my own, when I was trying to move from architecture to advertising, my pattern was to work, work, work and go to school.

That was a pattern I continued until 1976 when I was laid off from my full-time architectural and graphic design jobs (both with the same firm) due to the depression in Florida of the 1970s.  For the next 14 or so months I tried to run my own architecture and design firm.  I saw no other options.  Most architectural firms had cut back, way back, many had closed up.  I was separated from my first wife, living in a completely furnished one bedroom apartment that a business friend had arranged for me to live in through one of her and her husband’s friends.  She and her husband then offered space in their building for my first architectural office.  They allowed me to move into without any guarantee I could pay rent.

My life began to change, change dramatically.  I would begin to wander.  I would begin the greatest and most creative journeys of my life to date.

I didn’t know how to get clients.  I had a diploma, two diplomas.  I had passed the National Council of Architectural Registration Boards (NCARB) tests and had become a licensed architect in both Michigan and Florida two years before.  I had some left over graphic work to do that came from the firm that I was laid off from.  Enough to give my soon to be ex-wife some money each week to pay her and my son’s bills and barely pay mine.  Some times I couldn’t pay my own. 

I was working one day a week as a volunteer teacher of gifted children at my sons’ elementary school.  I was a soccer coach of my youngest son’s team and had never played soccer.  I was the coach of my oldest son’s football team and had never played on an organized team or league.

I was keeping busy.  Always busy, morning, noon and night.

I remember one night after I had had to move out of the apartment because I could no longer pay the rent and was sleeping on the couch in my warehouse space office.  It had 4 concrete block walls that I had painted white before moving in.  It had a bare concrete floor covered by a mosaic like carpet made up of scraps of carpet I had collected, scavengered from dumpsters when I was making a similar one for the classroom I was working in with the gifted kids on Tuesdays.  The ceiling was the underside of bare double tie precast concrete sections that made up the roof: structure and ceiling.

That night I was lying in the dark thinking that after all that had happened to me, mostly none of it my choosing, there was nowhere but up now.

Somehow I made it through that time.

From the concrete warehouse space I moved into a beautifully decorated ex-bank board room with 4 walls of walnut paneling and wall to wall plush carpeting where I would pay no rent.  Instead of rent I would provide architectural and advertising services to my friend, who was the minister of the church that then owned the old First National Bank in Boynton Beach.

Wandering through my days, one after another, with no real destination or plan just trying to get by and gain control of my new life I met several new friends who helped me out. 

From 1976 to 1978 I began my wandering journey through life, consciously knowing that I was then wandering.  I took each day as it came.  My days became filled with various meetings that hopefully would lead to work that included Chamber of Commerce committee meetings, luncheons, Kiwanis meetings, cub scout meetings, classes I tried to teach at the middle school at night, community appearance or building board of adjustment and appeals meetings to simply meetings with people who I was told to meet about potential work.

During that time my father died, October 1976.  Unknown to me he had left insurance money and some savings that was divided up equally among my two brothers and I. Before Christmas I had money in the bank and no longer had to worry about how I would pay my weekly or monthly bills, at least for a couple years if I was conservative in how I spent the money.

Why did I share that piece of Alan history?  Simply to demonstrate that life often is not what we plan but rather what happens to us.  The important life lesson is that “life isn’t so much what happens to us, it is what we do when things happen that matter and end up creating our lives.”

14 separate and different negative to catastrophic things happened in my life from the Spring of 1976 to June of 1977 and totally changed my life forever.  None of the 14 things did I choose or plan.  They simply happened.  The night I was lying on the couch in the dark I decided that with all that had happened me I was still alive.  Several more would happen in the months to come.  A short while after that night thanks to my minister friend/client I moved into a little 2 bedroom rental house that his bishop owned.  I lived there until I left for Europe in June 1977.  By then I had acquired some work and my brother had sent me a portion of the inheritance money that would help provide me a buffer for a couple months.

None of these things were planned.

They happened and I worked at trying to make them work for me.

What has happened in your life?  What have you done to turn the experiences and their results into benefits for you? 

Now back to your new creative journey.

What are some of your dreams?

world travel
owning a race car
acting on a stage professionally
sending your children to college
going to college to finish a degree
building a new home
adding onto your current home

How do you need to alter or redesign your weekly life chart to help you accomplish and fulfill some of your dreams?

My life and the lives of many people I have met or have read about have proven to me that we can greatly control and affect our life journeys.

Now it is time for you to design your next creative journey.

Start by thinking about what you want your life to be like 5 years from now.

Imagine you are waking up on a Monday 5 years from now.  Describe in detail what you wonderful life would be like then.  If you have had a very difficult life so far this may seem completely fanciful or pretend.  Perhaps your dreams are more practical than other people who will read this book.  That’s fine.  Start from where you are.  Where would you really like to be?

Write it down.  Describe the ideal day for you five years from now if everything went as you want it to from now until then.

Then make two lists that describe your life.  One list describes it as it is now.  The second list describes it as you dream it to be five years from now.

Once you have completed your two lists compare them.  How distinctly different are they?  What will be needed to make the second one happen compared to your current one?

More money?
Greater health?
Some one to love
No debts
Land
a new job
an education

I did this type of thing a few different times in my life.  Because of my tendency to be a wanderer through life and not a very precise and persistent researcher I have rarely take much time to analyze the current lives I was leading nor the dream lives I wanted to lead.  Because I have tended to be a loner most of life and depended mostly on myself I never gathered a group of friends or my family often to work out plans.  Nor have I ever looked for specific, perfect workable predetermined plans or tours that would lead me to where I wanted to be.

Instead I would dream.  I would write my dreams down in my morning or night time journal that I have kept off and on since the mid 60s since I read about the benefits of doing that in motivational, self-help books.  Then I would think about my dreams often most days when I walked to the beach, to my office or sat having a meal.  I kept my dreams in my head and my heart.  Periodically, often sporatically when something would happen that might effect the outcome of my dreams I would act and move closer and closer toward my dream or dreams. 

In the case of my first wandering trip to Europe I had dreamed about going to Europe since high school, a fact my mother mentioned at my first wife’s wedding shower that created problems for me with my future wife for awhile.  I had forgotten the dream.  After I had been married for a couple years and we had moved to Florida I became obsessed with going to Europe.  Every time I saw anything in my architectural magazines about working in Europe I would think about it.  Then I became aware of the Rome Prize, an architectural prize that provided 12 months of living in Italy to study architecture.  I applied for it 3 separate times and was not accepted.  When the final check came from my father’s estate I decided to fulfill that long time dream and take a trip on my own to Europe. 

Many hours and days were often filled for the next 5 months with planning, research, thinking and talking about my 3-month tour of Europe that I would live on in June.

With a list of the cities I would travel to and tour on both sides of a sheet of yellow legal paper I boarded a plane with my Euro Pass, a line of credit, a back pack, a couple travel books, including Europe on $10 a Day, I took off.  The first week or so I traveled with Kwok-Yee (David) and Mindy Wong as I mentioned before.  Early one morning on our train ride from Mainz, West Germany towards Lucerne, Switzerland I ended up taken off the train by a train conductor because he thought I was a most wanted or simply because he was accusing me of smuggling 100 rolls of slide film and 50 audio tape cassettes.

That night after resolving that unexpected challenge I was roaming the streets of Lucerne looking for David and Mindy unsuccessfully.  I became so frustrated and desperate that evening I invited myself to sit at a table with 3 people speaking English that I had over heard talking for awhile.  They turned out to be 3 teachers at the American School in Lucerne.

That night I began my first true journey alone in a foreign country.  Nothing was familiar. Nothing would be the same again for weeks or months from day to day.  I would sleep nearly 100 nights in strange beds and eat nearly 300 meals or more mostly alone in one of 22 different countries.

I would learn to survive, 
to live, 
to creatively journey and 
live on my own without any of the protective people and support systems 
I had known the previous 33 years of my life.

Chapter 11. Accepting and benefiting from guided tours.

Chapter 11.   Accepting and benefiting from guided tours.


Though I have been focusing on personally created journeys I do not mean to say that guided tours are wrong, harmful or do not provide benefits.

The guided tours that parents provide when we are young, especially from birth until we start school help us learn and develop basic human skills that will help us throughout our lives.  The guided tours they take us on or sign us up for during our early years or teen years can also be helpful and greatly beneficial at the time and in our future lives.

It is the guided tours that only fulfill their specific goals or unrealized dreams that I have seen as harmful and detrimental to their children and families.  Some examples include the father who never tried out to become a professional athlete or never strove to become an Eagle Scout, the mother who never seriously worked at her music or dance lessons, either who never worked hard and long enough at their talent to succeed.  Each of these are examples of frustrated people trying to fulfill their live dreams and cancel out their own failures through their children.

Though my overall memory is vague about my youth what small memories I do recall reinforce the premise that my parents mostly let me create my own journeys most of the time.  They did not try to correct their failures through my life.  They seem to try to guide, sometimes strongly guide my brothers, my oldest brother to go to college and become an engineer and my middle brother to at least finish high school before joining the air force.  In my case guided tours they might have wanted to control were simply accepted in my mind.  I would finish high school.  I would go to college and study something serious that would guarantee me work and a safe and secure life.  I would stay out of trouble.  All of these I did without questioning the Triptiks involved.  I simply follow the guided tours, page by page rarely venturing off the other person highlighted routes.

My parents never actively decided…

Who I played with 
What I books I read 
What I did with most of my free time 
What television shows I watched 
What magazines I read or at least carried around with me
Whether I did my schoolwork or not
When I did my chores

A safe environment, a safe home, these are what my parents provided.  Occasionally there were the comments about school but seldom, except around report card time when A’s and B’s would be complimented and C’s would be ho hummed which was followed with couldn’t I do better than C work.  Looking back that always seems out of character for my father when I consider how hard he worked and fought to complete his high school diploma, complete a tool and die apprenticeship, complete a fraudulent correspondence course and eventually complete a bachelor of science degree in mechanical engineering in record time and then followed that up with attempting to work on a masters in mathematics only to walk away from it because of a disagreement with his professor.

My father’s nearly obsessive commitment to learning was never forced on me or openly stressed as an example of what I was expected to do.  In the end he did serve as a virtual mentor and role model as I did become an obsessive learner spending much of over 20 years in college working toward several different degrees.

I even successfully bluffed them by changing the grades on my report card back and forth when I was a freshman in high school.  They saw 3 or 4 Bs and a C.  What I actually had were 2 Fs, 1 D, 1 B and a C.  By the end of the semester I ended up with actually 3 Bs and 2 Cs.  A great improvement.  To them it meant I went down.

It is amazing what some creativity and a very carefully used abrasive gray ink eraser can do.

Think about the guided tours your parents provided you or encouraged you to take in your childhood.

Sunday school?
boy or girl scouts?
sports?
YMCA or YWCA?
after school activities?
activities at home?
summer camp?
vacations?
family activities?

My parents did none of these.  When I started going to church when I was 13 with my friend Milt to his Methodist Church they were positive about it.  When I joined the boy scouts and worked my way up to the Explorer Scouts once again they were positive and mildly supportive.  They came to awards nights to support me and my dad took photos.  Mom sewed badges on my uniforms.  They came to visit me the one summer I was selected as senior patrol leader and was sent to two weeks at D-Bar-A Scout Camp.  I was selected because I was the only Explorer Scout left in the troop.  All the rest quit after we mildly vandalized the school gym one night.

On the negative side of not choosing guided tours for me…

My father never saw me play baseball.  He never played catch with me.  He took my middle brother and I to one Detroit Tigers game that I vaguely remember.  He wasn’t involved in my life that way.  He committed himself to providing and doing the job he loved and being a silent role model as a hard worker and serious learner.

My mother attended occasional PTA or Parent night events and a few school programs: the Glee Club, the play I wrote and directed, and when I received an award as a member of the safety patrol.  Actually I think it was when I received my symbolic belt and whistle.  They came to school graduations.  Apparently proud but only once said so and that was about my masters in art degree that I had no respect for myself.

Were your parents actively involved in your life when you were growing up?

Did they teach you how to hunt, fish, play sports, camp?  Did your family camp out or go on picnics?

Was your mom or dad your coach?  My parents wouldn’t have known how.  Neither one of them really had childhoods of their own.  They came from England and Scotland and never played American sports.  My father was a television fight fan for awhile and did enjoy watching an occasional Sunday football or baseball game but was never really much of a fan.  Those were a couple things he enjoyed doing when he wasn’t working or studying to become better at his job.

Did your parents provide fun activities?  art projects?  hobbies?  science projects?

My parents created and provided a safe home, food, clothing, dental care, summer trips.  Years later after analyzing and analyzing and reanalyzing my family life I learned to appreciate both of my parents, who both had died before I became mature or wise enough to want to get to know them as real people and eventually become friends or fellow human beings with them.

They each came to this country as many of their generation did from other countries, countries foreign to the United States of the 1920s and 1930s.  They left their families, their birthplaces, their homes and the worst depressions in the world to seek out safer and more secure futures in the U.S.  They were both only 16 when they came to live in the U.S. and eventually become American citizens.  My father was brought to McKeesport, Pennsylvania where his father had married a cousin of his first wife’s, my father’s mother, and set up a home with her 3 children and possibly for his 4 sons.  My father’s 3 brothers were brought over later one at a time.  His youngest brother, who was only a baby when my father left England and did not come to the U.S. until after World War II bringing with his German, war bride.

My mother first came to the U.S. under a contract to work as a maid for two years in Holyoke, Massachusetts, a form of indentured servant, in exchange for her travel to the U.S. and sponsorship.  After completing her obligation she ventured towards Detroit, Michigan where one of her sisters was living.  There she landed a job as a cook and maid for a wealthy automobile family in Grosse Point Farms.  Within a couple years they met, fell in love, married and began their own family of 3 sons.

I share only briefly this small portion of their stories to make a point.  They both sacrificed a great deal, gave up a great deal just to come to the United States neither being really prepared to be on their own in a strange new country.  Both left their families behind.  My mother left her parents and 8 brothers and sisters.  My father left his 3 brothers, uncles and aunts. Perhaps that is why they became the mostly serious, quiet, introverted people I vaguely knew as my parents.

They were both very sincere, honest, hard working people.  My father appears to have been driven to prove himself based upon the evidence of his extensively hard continuous efforts to become an engineer.  My mother was not driven except to provide a good safe, secure home.  She was a provider.  She no doubt she was a nurturer when I was young.  What else would explain her devotion to make sure I became normal?  Yet I only remember once hugging her and that was the day that my first wife, my middle brother and his wife showed up at my parent’s home to tell them that their first grandson had died that morning from leukemia.  That was a secret that my two brothers and I kept from them throughout the 5 months that my nephew suffered, went into remission and suffered again.  A secret that I suggested we keep and my brothers agreed with me about.  I was an idealist who also knew that my parent’s both had heart conditions and would have probably pestered my brother and his wife endlessly, who had always wanted to be left alone to live their own lives.

What activities at home did your parents provide?

Did they teach you life skills?

to sew,
to repair small motors and machines,
to draw,
to draft,
to take photographs and develop them
to garden
to cook and bake
to clean
how to be trusted to complete an assigned task

I was mildly taught some of these.  Most of them by my mother because as I entered my teens my father was home less and less because of his chosen long hours at work.

Trust was an important trait or skill taught and expected in my house.  My mother often sent me to pick up groceries at Paul’s, a local corner grocery store, located 3 blocks away along a major road.  She either gave me a list or simply told me the few things she wanted and gave me the money to pay for them.  Then off I went walking or on my bicycle.

I will never forget one of the items: lean ground sirloin not hamburger or chuck.  To me it was all hamburger meat that she made delicious meat loafs, macaroni goulash, sloppy joe’s, soup or the occasional late night hamburgers out of.

I think I was 8 or 9 when she started sending me to Paul’s, the dry cleaners, the drug store.  Each were located along 8 Mile Road and 3 to 5 blocks from our house in either direction.

When I was going through the orthodontic work on my mouth she trusted me to ride 3 busses one way to a part of Detroit I didn’t know.  Yet later she wouldn’t let me do the same in order to go to the best public high school in the city, four years of experiences that would have definitely directed me along another path or two in my life.  She trusted me to ride two busses back and forth to my high school 5 days a week.  Much of the time I kept the money and walked or hitchhiked to school instead.  Ah yes one of my secretive, devious behaviors that would have ruined the trust she had in me had she ever known.

Are you actively involved in your children’s lives?  Are you taking them or signing them up on guided tours as part of your plan for their growth?

When I was a young father I played with my two sons from when they were first born.  When I wasn’t working at my full time jobs, part time jobs, moonlight work or going to school I played with them.  I made a point to play with them, one reason was because I wanted to, another was because my father never had that I could ever remember. I believed that I owed it to them and I was determined to be the kind of father I always wished I had had.

We played little games, family board games, went to the park, played on swings and monkey bars when they were little.  We through elaborate family and friend birthday parties.  I created their Halloween costumes and trick or treated with
them. I built snowmen and forts with them.  I played in piles of leaves with them.

When their mother and I separated and then divorced I became the dutiful weekend father.  I would pick them up each Friday or Saturday morning and then we would spend the entire weekend together playing.  We played basketball, baseball, football depending on the season of the year.  Many weekends we road bicycles everywhere in our town of Boynton Beach.  Some times we road all the way to Lantana or Lake Worth to play in the public pools or on the public beaches.  We road or walked to the Boynton Beach nearly every weekend to play in the water and on the beach.  Some weekends we walked everywhere together leaving my car by my little apartment to save money on gas and to have fun.  We climbed trees.  We grocery shopped together using what little money I had week to week. We made and packed our lunches and ate them hanging from trees.  We shot pool and played ping pong at the city rec center.  We went to the library.  We went to Christmas Parades or road in them.

Yes I took my sons on journeys, many different journeys.  Gradually I involved them in the decisions about what we would do and how we would spend what very little money I had each week.  Most of the time I spent most of my money just on the weekends on the things we did together and had very little to nothing the rest of the week.

I did all those things for both their benefit and for mine.  I needed their love, I wanted to earn theirs and I truly wanted to give them mine.  By that time they were 9 and 6.  Both my parents were dead by then.  My two brothers lived 1500 miles away in Michigan.  That wasn’t so hard because we had never been close as kids and only had played card games a couple times together after we were all married or played the occasional holiday time ping pong game. 

In my family we were 5 biologically related strangers living in the same house.  Had any of us needed help in an emergency we would probably had done anything to help.  But we lived our separate lives otherwise most of the time. 

Each of us has suffered our life tragedies.  My oldest brother suffered the pain and loss of his first son’s battle and death from leukemia.  My middle brother suffered along with his wife when her parents both slowly suffered and died from diabetes and then he was there to support and care for her when she went through the same long drawn out death and dying from diabetes and her very numerous hospital stays.

What about you and your children, your husband or wife?  How active are you in each other’s lives?

Being active in someone we love’s life of course is a good thing.  The types of guided tours we take them on or sign them up for are filled with great potential benefits.  It is how we become involved that can make them harmful or negative.  If we become a demanding coach, an obnoxious parent in the little league stands, an obsessive teacher or trainer we certainly can create lasting scars and damage in their lives.

Did your parents take these roles?  Have you?

If the behavior is in the past you can not change it.  You can learn from it and alter your current and future behavior.  If this is your behavior now you can certainly stop it.  Back off.  Learn from your mistakes.  Move ahead in a more positive manner.

Accepting the benefits of guided tours

Belonging to the boy or girl scouts can provide you or your children great fun, chances to make good and maybe life-long friends and provide many opportunities to learn skills that will be useful in your future work and your personal life.

Playing on an organized baseball, football, basketball, hockey team certainly can also provide a lot of fun, friends and skills plus help you develop a good healthy body.

Going on guided tours together can certainly provide many benefits, many that will last entire life times.

Before you decide on the next guided tour ask yourself how might you turn it into a creative journey that will provide even more fun, memories and life benefits.