Oregon Coast

I was given this magnificent card and there was time

to do a short free write. It had an almost Japanese quality and the pure

nature with no human invasions appealed.

Oregon Coast Card –

The fall winds blow in from the west, bringing waves from across the Pacific. Waves that have rolled across thousands of miles of ocean, rising and falling, building and receding, making patterns of blue, green, gray, frothed in white, unseen but steady in their path. They slide under boats, around islands then regroup and march on toward some final shore.

On this bluff here in Oregon I see them arrive, pushing against the rocks, the seaweed, the fallen branches, the sand, spreading out as if to rest then withdrawing to come again like final gasps after a long ordeal.

They bring pieces of the China shore, the coast line of Japan, the contours of the reefs on Hawaii, the gravel of the Aleutians all combined yet hidden in their form. They give the feeling of endless time, of the continuum, a sense of infinity in a way that has a calm feel today.

The weather has blessed this day with serenity; this point of land has yet to feel the influence of civilization, the molding of society. It is as it was created by the eons of geological movement, the cooling of the plasma, without a living animal to be seen. This is pure nature as it has been throughout the span of human life on Earth.

Perhaps it would be better as a poem, but I wonder what you would see in it.

The Winter Coat - a poem

We had read Pablo Neruda's "Ode to a pair of socks" and Erica Jong's "Ode to My Shoes (After Neruda, who left us his socks)" so doing something on a piece of clothing was the target of the group. This what evolved.

The Winter Coat –


Now in the attic
Hanging retired
The right pocket torn
The front garage spotted
Its usage visible, tired
Shoulder rounded
Cuff dirt creased
Zipper tag hanging bent
No place to go
At the end of its time

There was a year
When it had a place of pride
With work coats, dress coats
Style, color, warmth, shine
Surrounded by action
Visiting events, galas, friends
Hands slapping its back
Fabric brushing others
Passing thru minutes, days
With love, sex, sweat and ice
Sun and snow shielding
Rain run through to keep its luster.

It was a present
A gift to fill a need
For warmth in winter
To cast the image of newness.
A cost of consequence
An important message
To the receiver
From Father to Son
At a late phase in life
Where each had everything
But still there was thought
The father now dead, the son aging
The memory there
In the attic
Tucked away
But not thrown away
When will it fade
What will be the final move
How soon?

So pick a piece of clothing and start in and see what evolves.

Obituary

A standard exercise for writing groups is the writing of one's obit with its added chance to visit why obits and the motivations behind them - information, boasting, philosophy, accuracy, etc. Just what is "important" to be in that one day in the back pages of the newspaper. The one advantage of this writing is the chance to share the information with family and others and get feed-back. This is what I put together.

Obituary –

I wanted to personally tell you about my life so this is the deceased talking. I was very fortunate to have had an incredible life that included many amazing people and adventures. There were strong worldly parents and stepparents, two wonderful wives, three beautiful daughters, four exciting granddaughters, a significant goddaughter and two god-dogs (Daisy and Bentley) and many interesting relationships and friends along the way.

My mother was a beautiful seemingly fragile woman who led me through her complex life. She was married three times. First to my father who as an Auchincloss was part of the “400” and Social Register listed, but preferred that had the first hanger at Newark Airport and was the first to fly the mail in New York State in the 20’s; he was behind the scenes at the stock exchange as they built the ticker system, he was General MacArthur’s signal officer in the Pacific and the first to land in Japan to set up the surrender location, and later became president of Tracerlab, then of AMP, Inc. My first stepfather was president of Lockheed Corp, he helped to set up Panam Airways in South America, then was president of Cerro de Pasco Corp. of Peru. My second step father was a French diplomat and poet who received a Nobel Prize for poetry in 1960.

That life meant that I met many famous people. At a young age I was led back to the dressing room to shake the hand of Arturo Toscanini, conductor of the NBC symphony orchestra. Around the age of 12 I was taken to Felix Frankfurter’s (supreme court judge) camp on the Potomac river and met Dean Acheson (Sec of State) and Francis Biddle (Attn General). In 1948 at Milton Academy playing with my yoyo, by mistake I bounced my yoyo off the vest of T. S. Eliot then when introduced shook his hand with the yoyo string still in place to congratulate him on receiving the Nobel Prize for literature three days earlier. Also at Milton one Sunday morning Teddy Kennedy and a friend shook me down and took the $1.25 that was all I had on me. Acting charades in 1949 in Belgium at the chateau of Baron Boel (CEO of Solvay Chemical) Henri Spaac (Belgian foreign minister) applauded our efforts. Invited to an inaugural ball for Eisenhower in 1953, I managed to get Pearl Bailey to autograph my program. I was at the ceremony when Jacques Chirac (then mayor of Paris, later President of France) presented my mother with the keys to Paris for her work for French poetry. My mother also received the Legion d’ Honneur for contributions to French poetry.

Equipped with a Harvard MBA I sold aluminum for Kaiser, then even though I had won a plaid patterned ice bucket in a sales contest I was let go for lack of funds. My great uncle arranged an interview with Thomas J. Watson, President of IBM, because of which I was hired and started a 28 year career where the industry went from punched cards, to large computers to PC’s (I travelled for them to 35 states, went to Japan three times and Europe half a dozen times). After retirement I did business as: The Great Hot Air Balloon Emporium (commercial balloonist 20 years, over 400 flights); Wind Adventures (ballooning and certified windsurfer sales, instruction and trips 10 years), Kasual Kayaks (16 years kayak sales and trips). I served at site selection manager for local Habitat for Humanity, treasurer for a local Sierra Club Chapter and the Barrett House (Dutchess Arts Council) and as Commodore for the Hudson River Board Sailors. I was a Co-founder of Neighborhood Housing (building housing with Model Cities money in Poughkeepsie) and of REAL Skills Network Inc. (Running programs and trips for students at risk in Poughkeepsie). Education has been a passion since I did five years of research into the future of education for IBM products. REAL Skills has been direct contact with learning for thousands of Poughkeepsie inner city kids and members of the community with programs and theater productions. I was very proud of what happened there.

Interested in seeing the world I traveled to more than 40 countries, spending two months in New Zealand and Australia to hike the Milford Track, dig sapphires in the outback, watch the USA win the America’s Cup near Perth, toured Tasmania, stayed in hostels. I trekked in Nepal for 22 days in the mountains (there was a revolution when I was in Kathmandu). I flew a hot air balloon as a guest at the World Championships in Saga City Japan; swam with pilot whales in the Canary Islands, windsurfed in Maui, skied in Austria, snowboarded in France and kayaked in the Galapagos and Alaska. In Peru I traveled to 16,000 feet in the Andes and toured a mine 3,000 underground. Motorcyles have been a passion since I was 16 and rode my Harley in Sweden when my father was part of the Marshall Plan there. I did 3,000 miles in woods riding competition riding enduros and trials. Still addicted in my seventies I went to rallies in Ohio and West Virginia and a special trip to Nova Scotia.

My tonsils were taken out twice, I had polio when I was nine (had to be carried from floor to floor in school, but fully recovered). Broken arm at fifteen, appendectomy in college, broken collar bone in motorcycle event in my 40’s, Later prostate removal took my cancer, a knee replacement helped, then a quintuple bypass, two valves repaired and a pacemaker kept me active. I don’t know what finally closed me down, but I hope it was quick and easy.

When you have a life such as I have had and felt such a connection to the world you wonder; just why was I so lucky. What was my responsibility to properly use that knowledge? I knew I would not do anything really great or notable, but just wanted to bring everything I had to each interaction, each person that I met. I guess my idea was that I would present a positive, thoughtful, caring effort to every connection, doing whatever I could to make that moment be the best that it could be. Sometimes it worked and some times it did not.

My motto was “Keep on Truckin’” and I can recommend that to you. If you get a chance to do something, try it; bring to it the best you have. It can lead you to remarkable places, connections with great people, adventures and perhaps satisfaction.

Well that was my choice... what would you want to write.