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HAPPY NEW YEAR


HAPPY NEW YEAR!

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MY THOUGHTS ON TWENTY TWENTY...  There are a lot of worse ways to get through the Pandemic! That is my first thought as I stroll along the Pacific Coast beach that is about 100 ft from our front door. No, it's not the Pacific Coast of the USA, it's the Pacific Coast at the Equator in Ecuador where I moved in 2017 with my older daughter. We had both had enough of life in the USA and had also recently suffered the trauma of losing my son at age 29. And so far we have never looked back.

After HHS I married Shelley Morris (class of '69), played some Army, Graduated from the UofU in Accounting/Business Mgt, and got divorced after 6 years....... Practice...... Played around and then got married again and ...divorced after 6 months......Practice, Practice.

I ended up doing "rescue management" and was the CEO of 12 Companies in 7 industries over a 35-year career and continued living in the SLC/Park City/Wasatch back areas of Utah. It was an exciting, rewarding, and extremely stressful, career path.  After retiring (again) in 2010 we moved out of the cold to Mesquite, Nevada. We thoroughly enjoyed the change and enjoyed living in the desert.

Back in 1982, I married again and we had a daughter and then a set of boy/girl twins. and, as I mentioned, lost our son in 2017. Tragic. Horrid. Devastating. Mind-numbing. Yeah, there are no words that can express that sorrow and pain. And the 32-year long marriage also ended. Can I call a 32-year-long marriage practice? Sure I can. Practice, Practice, Practice.

Off to Ecuador my eldest daughter and I went, with her dog and my cat in tow. The ocean is a great healer and forces calmness and tranquility. Then along came Covid. After a rough start facilitated by a large group of Chinese dock workers in Ecuador's largest port city who went home to Wuhan for Chinese n New Year and returned in February bringing gifts, Ecuador got its act together and took the Virus very seriously. Dare I say MUCH MORE SERIO)USLY that the USA. International travel halted, inter-Province travel banned, and even inter-City travel was stopped. Driving was restricted to one-day per week and then only for essential tasks like grocery shopping, medical appointments, etc. Masks were mandated and all businesses except essential services were shuttered. So here we were.......stuck on the beach that was also closed to everybody except the residents of the community. And in weather that averages about 85f for highs and low 70's for lows and where the sun comes up at 6:30 AM and goes down at 6:30 PM all year long. It is normally very quiet during the weekdays but more crowded on weekends, but during the closures, it was virtually deserted. Did I say something about peace and tranquility?

Those pandemic measures have been loosened slowly and surely as results were measured and we are now much less restricted and have resulted in Ecuador at a rate of sickness and death that is less than half that of the USA and on a long slow downward trajectory. I fear for the safety of my younger daughter and my 2 grandchildren who live on a small horse ranch in Morgan, but she is a smart one and takes the safety of her family more seriously than many Utahns seem to.

I DO hope my HHS classmates are taking care. I haven't visited since February and don't plan on doing so again until the USA has its act together and I feel safer to travel and spend time with them for both them and myself. So there is the story of one more HHS Class of '68 graduate. How about the rest of you? Wanna message me directly...........johninecuador@gmail.com Peace to all

Happy New Year class of '68!

John  Williams

 

 

MY THOUGHTS ON TWENTY TWENTY... I've been hesitant about this because I’m pretty sure I have nothing original or profound to offer. I haven’t had to struggle. I have all I need, my health is good, the family is terrific. The closest I’ve come to tragedy this past year is a dog death. That was pretty depressing but not really up there on the scale of horrors. I’m extremely lucky.

So I’ll offer something a little different: lessons I’ve learned the hard way over the years.

Do not buy a racehorse. They’re big, they’re pretty, you can feed them carrots and pet their noses. They will bankrupt you if you’re not paying attention.

Do not give anyone investment advice. They will immediately lose money and you will feel bad (unless you gave it to someone you hate).

Do not tell your bosses what you think of them. Some people don’t understand constructive criticism.

If you’re the boss, be kind. Otherwise, you’ll get a lot of useless criticism.

If your spouse is yelling at the television during a news program, leave the room. You don’t want to attract attention.

Don’t eat the last cookie. The first six were enough.

The dog (the live one) doesn’t care if you’re on Zoom. But he can be bribed.

Honesty isn’t the best policy. Whoever said it was the best policy was lying.

If you read the book before the movie, the book was better. So either stop reading books or stop watching movies.

If you Google yourself, you won’t go blind. You will, however, be very ashamed.

There’s too much on television. We’re old enough to remember when there was nothing on that we wanted to watch. Ah, the good old days….

And now, since we’re on the Internet, please enjoy a photo of my cats. They don’t like you.

 

Milt Policzer

 

 

MY THOUGHTS ON TWENTY TWENTY....   The pandemic has brought A New perspective on life, family, friends and health. These dark days have given us all new challenges that have tested our resilience, patience and courage.

I am optimistic about 2021. My advice: always have hope!

Make time for fun, laughter and exercise. Appreciate what you have. let go of stress over things that you can't change and focus on what you can change. Treasure the people in life who lift and encourage you. Embrace happiness, kindness and creativity.

Happy New Year Class of '68!

Shelley Osterloh

 

MY THOUGHTS ON TWENTY TWENTY....   GOOD RIDDANCE to all the political BS, medical sadness, economy problems, etc;
HOWEVER, thank you, stock market, as for me, twas' a great year !!! ;-]>

In my life I have been shot at (missed, but I did shoot my Twin when we were pups-not very nice; sorry Markel), stabbed, cancer, non-malignant scary tumor, many left kidney problems, head problems mostly caused by Women (sorry to You of the fairer sex; had to say it cuz' it's true: had Love, lost Love thru lost relationships & death of the Love of my Life-not fun seeing that as some of You well know... ), almost drowned snorkeling west Guam (saw the "light"; Paramedics brought me back), many SCUBA dives worldwide-no problems (tho did blow an air hoze at depth once; that was "interesting"), couple vehicle crashes (none my fault), many parachute jumps with various injuries, flown aircraft and helocopters, rode all types of motorcycles (still cruisin'), restored old cars & '41 Ford Truck, & a few other "adventures". Thusly, for the most part, had a good time and awaiting the next adventure not to be taken by the current sad medical crisis. 

ADDITIONALLY...   I've changed because I've learned that many things are just beyond our control (sad medical calamity, politics, other's bad behavior, etc.).  Hopefully I am more tolerant & patient.  My motivation is to overlook the BAD to focus on enjoying whatever time we have left.

In 2021 (& beyond, if here), looking forward to (hoping for) less caustic political & civil BS, '49 Plymouth & Cycle cruisin', and harassment from my Twin   { ; - D>

Happy New Year Class of '68!

Mike Burn

 

 

MY THOUGHTS ON TWENTY TWENTY...  I hope my thoughts are received with your compassion and friendship.

"Rog and Kris" are how most of you knew us. Our two names over time seemed to be merged as one. Kristie's death last March 11, 2020 has been so very hard to try and live through. Kristie and I had 54 fantastic years together.  Like all of us who are human there are times we didn't see things the same. Kristie and I had very few of those times. Our romance and relationship together was and still is epic. Our love story is the stuff movies are made from. Kristie was diagnosed with Early Onset Alzheimer's in 2015.

For those not familiar with this disease I will tell you from diagnosis to death is usually five years. I retired as soon as we found out her diagnosis. Kristie and I spent her last five years of life traveling and making memories with our friends and families. Kristie always wanted people to know of her disease and wanted people to understand what she was facing.

With that information as a background, I think you'll understand why I haven't given politics, Covid-19 or any of the so called 2020 jinx stuff any thought. I have been working hard at trying to figure out this new life and why I'm left here to figure it out. Regardless of who or what got elected or what earthquake, windstorms or anything else that could or did happen, every night I go to bed alone. I wake up alone. No one to talk to, no human touch or interaction. I tell friends I'm living in days of future, past. Explained that means I'm spending all my waking hours trying to put my life back together while having a big screen T.V. screen in my head, with surround sound, playing 54 years of memories 24 hours a day, seven days a week. I can't change the channel. Most of the time I love the show and wouldn't change the channel ever. Other times I just sit and cry tears. Some so sad they are all consuming and others times tears of happiness for remembered good times.

We lost Eric and Mindy last year along with Randy Turner and others we all miss now. The cycle of life goes on and at our "young age" bad times and poor health are more the topic of conversation when we gather together, rather than happier topics. I still get to see a few of you as I'm out and about and that is a very good thing. I'm enjoying seeing your thoughts and respect your views and what you are going through in your own life.

I offer this little bit of advice for those of you who still have a companion in your life. Take time to just sit and hold each other. Put the phone and other distractions away. You don't need to have world altering conversations or even talk at all. Take advantage of some precious time and remember how much you love each other. Say it, show it, live it. Nuff said.

I wish all of you the best possible life you can have. Enjoy each day and the little things that make you happy. Nothing else really matters if you can do that. 

Happy New Year Class of '68

Roger Baker

 

 

MY THOUGHTS ON TWENTY TWENTY...  It seems like this photo was taken 10 years ago not 10 months ago. It’s been one crazy year. Not even Nostradamus could have seen this one coming.

Pre-lockdown a few HH68 oldsters were able to connect, laugh, remember, and share. Oh, to have those carefree days again. (That sentiment is what we were all thinking at our Fifty-year reunion) And here we are beginning 2021 with new hopes that our Covid-19 vaccine registration will actually turn into an injection within the next six months so we can again meet up with anyone outside our bubble.

I am fortunate to have two daughters in my small covid bubble that deliver disinfected groceries and filtered water one or two times a week. At first I resisted the coddling but then being basically lazy I gave in to the maid service, which included house cleaning, snow shoveling, car repair, gardening, and house maintenance. We have always been a great team but lockdown has given our teamwork a grand new meaning. (These women are amazing to the 10th power)  I also thought that after 40 years I figured that I deserved taking a year off. Then I really got lazy and retired from JetBlue when they offered a “Special Covid Retirement Package” that I just couldn’t refuse.

So here I am again the domestic goddess I was in the 80’s turning out award winning brownies, cookies, cakes, and pies for my family and neighbors that would bring my mother to tears with pride. My daily Mom and daughter Zoom exercising at 8am is barely keeping up with my over the top bakery calorie intake. I supplement my Silver Fit Routine with walks or hikes. I would supplement with snowshoeing, and skiing if there was any snow. The weekly neighborhood social distancing “Garden Parties” have morphed into “front porch parties” with patio chairs strategically spaced the regulation six-foot distance. I still love my family but after a year of protecting our bubble I must take them in small doses. I have an entire rack of fashionable & functional face masks that actually cover my nose and chin without constant adjustment. What more could a seventy-something ask for to start the next chapter? (don’t get me started)

Happy New Year class of '68!

Peg Bodell

 

 

 

MY THOUGHTS ON TWENTY TWENTY...  At 70, I left behind the work world, first by choice and second by the virus. With my loving wife and nearby daughter and grandkids our "Covid bubble" only includes my closest friends here in beautiful Bonney Lake Washington.

I meditate before a full exercise routine daily. Graditude and living in the now ( Eckhart Tolle) I have found more contentment as each sun rises.

New Year class of '68!

Lon LaFlamme

 

 

 

MY THOUGHTS ON TWENTY TWENTY...  Fortunately, because of our age group, many of us were not affected as severely as others through 2020. I maintained very well and still did my RV camping, visiting with family and friends. I went about life quite normally, but my exercising diminished. During the last 12 years, my wife and I did social and ballroom dancing twice a week. As a result of closures it's been essentially eliminated. So I bought some electric bikes and that opened up an expansive world of trails!

Oh, and I pretty much just don't listen to the news ever. That helps keep my life more positive and satisfying. (smiley face)

Happy New Year class of '68!

Dennis Frandsen

 

MY THOUGHTS ON TWENTY TWENTY...  I'm not sure if our COVID experience was charmed, lucky, or viewed through rose-colored glasses, but it seemed we had a better time than others. Jeff and I live in a bubble. Jeff and his workmates were "ordered" to work from home - a command from on high that was met with absolutely no argument. Working from home is better than pounding out computer code in a musty, moldy government building.

With Jeff at home, we were able to work our acre by adding new gardens or resurrecting old ones. After a few years not "farming," we wanted resume growing at least some of our own food, including eggs. Apparently, many others had the same idea about chickens and sources had problems keeping chicks in stock. We finally scored six Golden Comets which have been laying an egg a day each since they reached maturity. I never thought it would be a burden to have productive hens, but I've frozen several dozen and am so sick of eating eggs, it's ridiculous.

Between our daughter and her husband's gardens and ours, we have more food than we can eat. It a good thing, to some extent, because going to the grocery stores has become a pain in the neck. Jeff and I have resorted to shopping late in the evening when the crowds have subsided. Clerks are not has hassled and we can manage some friendly, upbeat banter. Joking any other time sees to have disappeared. People are too stressed or pissed off to even look at each other, much less smile. I hate the directional aisle nonsense. I guess when the store is jammed, it's functional, but otherwise it just adds to the stress. We also have a lot of people who can't seem to wear their masks properly, and that drives me nuts. While some have donned fashionable or imaginative coverings, such as gold lame and sequined masks, silk buckaroo bandannas, or cowls worn by ATV drivers, there are those who claim they can't breathe and allow the masks to droop under their noses. This includes food servers sometimes. Then there are those who are adamant about their Constitutional rights and refuse outright, then wonder why they're not admitted to the stores. We have a lot of those in this rural right-wing neck of the woods. They bully others and make things every worse. I especially rankle at the MAGA masks.

Another phenomenon is the influx of California refugees into Nevada. Houses have been snatched up at ridiculous prices and the DMV paper plates are common sight while driving around the region. Long-time residents are scared to death they're bringing their CA politics with them, but if they loved those politics, why would they bother moving to Nevada? Things in CA have become so untenable that these frantic people will pay anything to be away from all that's going on there. It's hard to believe some of the stories that come out of there.

Meanwhile, Jeff and I keep our contacts with townsfolk at a minimum. We are ham radio operators and chat on our local frequencies. We hold SIERA club meetings on our club repeater 147.330mh, as well as the usual weekly nets. The daily chats on the radio make up for the fact that our favorite events have been cancelled. One ham in Tahoe created a ZOOM Christmas Gathering to substitute for the yearly holiday event that brought two radio clubs together for a special evening. While not the same as in-person, it was a worthy attempt.

One of our favorite "voices" on the radio, Brad WT6B, would call out to chat several times a day until he became ill with sepsis. He was taken to our local hospital but was sent home because there wasn't a bed available because of COVID. Within hours, though, one opened and he returned for a two-week stay. We're glad he's back on the air and recovering slowly, but the implications of that experience were frightening. Who died so he could have a bed? Or was that person one of the few recoveries? The numbers bounce up and down with frustrating and mind-boggling regularity. No wonder people rebel or think COVID's a hoax, that is, until the nurse covers their face with the respirator. Their last words: "I didn't think COVID was real."

It's real all right. Jeff and I both had it in July. While we felt like hell, with aches, fever/chills, sore throats, lung congestion, fatigue and general malaise, it was mild compared to a bout with another strain of flu that hit the Valley two years ago. I was in the hospital with that and Jeff should've been. But COVID and the absurd waiting period to get our results from the Health Dept. was maddening. We both quanantined for two weeks after he was tested. He was told that if he didn't hear anything after a week, he was off quarantine. Then two weeks after testing, Jeff received his results. He was rather miffed. He was also suffering from excruciating abdominal pain and wondering if that was COVID-related. I took him to the hospital and waited in the car for a couple of hours, thinking I was about to become a widow. A nurse finally called and told me he had appendicitis. I laughed and said, "Is that all? That's great news." She must've thought I was nuts.

The best part of our COVID experience was our daughter's wedding. Bit by bit, she had to juggle her logistical plans, cutting this and that as the world shut down. Finally, we were able to hold a garden wedding at the venue, which had closed interior usage of the facility. The wedding dinner gave way to a BBQ in the bridal couple's back yard. Instead of the 500-plus bacchanal, they were able to scale down to just the people they really wanted to include. All the grands and extendeds and far-away guests were scratched from the list. Valerie told me "Mom, we actually got to have the wedding we really wanted all along." Thank you, COVID.

We've been rather cavalier when visiting Valerie and her husband, Andy. They've been helping us remodel our Truckee house to put on the market. So we work together without masks unless the work is dusty. We visit without masks and with lots of hugs since COVID arrived in our lives. We all know that Jeff and I have had it. Andy suspects he caught it while en route home from a business junket to Eastern Europe last winter. He managed to squeak back into the States an hour before San Francisco airport closed down. Andy's an introvert and loves working from home, but Valerie NEEDS her regular meetings in the rural counties with all her stakeholders. Her social life went to hell and she's peeved at having to resort to ZOOM; that is until she realized she could hide behind an avatar while dressed in jammies and bedhead. Now she's also pregnant, and that's the biggest and most wonderful miracle of all. At 37, she wondered if she would be able to conceive at all. To her surprise and great joy for all of us, she's carrying a healthy boy - Robert Andrew Haskin, due in June 2021. Gratefully, my favorite yarn store continues to survive the shutdowns with creative marketing and the baby knitting can continue unabated.

I can't for the life of me say 2020 has been a bad year. We've watched the world around us plummet into political and environmental disaster. A friend of ours lost his house in a wildfire a month ago. My nephew just told me he's lost friends to COVID. But our little bubble is charmed. I tell my friends we're being inconvenienced rather than devastated, and they agree. Things could be a whole lot worse. We are lucky to live where we do and in the circumstances we have. As we watch or hear about how the cities are imploding, we country folk will survive.

Happy New Year class of '68!

Sue Fraiser Cauhape

 

MY THOUGHTS ON TWENTY TWENTY...  I think we have all learned how fragile our democracy is.  It is troubling to see our nation so divided.  It seems like every issue is loved by some, hated by some with few in the middle. Our leaders have forgotten what it is to compromise and work together to get things done. It seems like the message are young people get every day is that it is all about the individual and the truth does not matter.

I completed the sale of our company's to my son's and daughter in June. For over 50 years my life has revolved around work. It now revolves around family, volunteering, exercise, golf, and flying.

I spent three years as chairman of the board for the University of Utah Hospitals and Clinics. I developed a huge amount of respect for healthcare workers. As broken as the healthcare system is, it still works. I had confidence in our scientists and trusted they would find a vaccine.

The pandemic has been a nightmare for all of us but the bright spot for me was that it allowed my transition from being the boss to being a visitor much easier. As a senior citizen it is not weird for me to not be in the dealerships everyday which made it easier for our children/partners to take over.

Starting in 1975 we have kept the dealerships open on New year's Eve to close the books. I've not had a New Year's Eve celebration for a long time. I was looking forward to the great party but Kathy and I will have a special dinner together. Now we are looking forward to spending more time with our family, especially the grandkids.

Hope everyone is well. Happy New Year Class of '68!

Mark Miller

 

 

 

 

    JANNIE HILL

MY THOUGHTS ON TWENTY TWENTY...  Finding mysef at age 70 in the middle of a pandemic has been an eye opener for sure.

This time last year, I was in a vacation rental in La Jolla, California, when news of a dangerous new virus started to dominate the airwaves. it never dawned on me at the time that our country would still be dealing with that virus one year later and beyond. My experience has been one of initial disbelief, the realization that I was in a high risk group because of my age (!), gradual acceptance that this would be no short-term deal, and finally the quiet determination to come out of this alive. Throughout the shutdowns and stay at home orders, I found confidence I didn't know I had and realized that I enjoy my time alone.

At the same time, I hosted a tiny coffee group of very special friends, which started as monthly and evolved into an every other Friday get-together that keeps us all sane. And I'm pretty excited to be under contract for a new small home in Mesquite, Nevada, where I can get away from Salt Lake's cold winters and the inversions which I resent every single year.

There are so many ways that being retired has spared me from the stresses, uncertainty, and financial loss that young working families are suffering today. My heart breaks for those who have lost loved ones and is full of gratitude that I am, so far, safe and sane.

So here I am again, alone in a VRBO in la Jolla for the holidays, none the worse for wear and maybe even stronger for the pandemic experience.

Happy New Year to the class of '68!

Jannie Hill Spader

 

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