WELCOME TO WILDERNESS WANDERINGS

Welcome to Wilderness Wanderings. I am not a baby boomer. I was born at the tail end of “The Greatest Generation.” I don’t know what I contributed to their cause, but I do know I’ve had a wonderful time cruising and crashing through the years.

I will be 70 this year. It’s not over, but I wanted to write while I could still remember some of the joys of growing up in a positive and optimistic era. I do wish it had remained that way, but things change. Rather than being discouraged, I am looking forward to what lays ahead. My best years are yet to come.

My childhood and youth were great fun. They set the stage for all that I had for me in my future. I had my problems and certainly got into trouble, but the boring part of who I am is that I was a pretty mild and compliant kid, at least outwardly.

For those of you who started with me, I hope you will enjoy the change of direction. Instead of my struggles, you will read of the victories, the laughs the joy. I will retell a few stories, but from a slightly different perspective.

I hope you will join me in the adventure and share some of your own stories along the way.

BACKGROUND

I was born in Omaha Nebraska in 1942, the sixth of seven children. I grew up attending a Pentecostal church. Church was a normal experience for me. Have you ever tried to sleep in church when everyone is praying out loud at the top of his or her lungs? It’s very hard, but I succeeded — sometimes.

I was a shy, compliant nervous kid, and a compulsive liar. I said what I believed adults wanted to hear. As a typical child, my word began with my family and in my neighborhood gradually expanding from Webster Elementary School, to Omaha, to Canada, to California, back to Canada and back to the United States of America. I am a loyal person and was as loyal to Canada and I am to the United States. The combination helped with a world perspective.

That’s where the story begins. Stay tuned.