Posts Tagged ‘love’

My Mom’s Blog

May 14, 2017

Happy Mother’s Day, Mom, in remembrance of you on this day!

Just a photo or two or three and some music to honor my Mom, that’s all.

A few notes about the music and photos. My Mom was buried in Liberty, Texas. I was able to honor her with a visit in 2015. The bird is the Varied Thrush. It represents my beautiful Mom, because I couldn’t find a good picture of her to share with you. The music is totally random but music that I thought was appropriate to express my feelings about her. The Glen Miller piece was from her era. He died in 1944. She died in 1964. Listen at your leisure to the music as I did when I was putting this together.

It was good to visit Mom's grave.

It was good to visit Mom’s grave.

Glenn Miller: Big Band (swing)
Stevie Wonder: You are the Sunshine of My Life
Norman Greenbaum: Spirit in the Sky
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Varied Thrush

Lion King soundtrack: The Circle of Life
Vangelis: The Tao of Love

I miss you, Mom!

Adam & Eve in Love!

March 31, 2017

What’s Love Got to Do With It?

Tine Turner: What’s Love Got to Do with It?

The idea for this blog dawned on me in SoCal (southern California) on one of our many trips down to visit relatives and of course get away from the @#$%^&* rain for a few days – I do love that natural  vitamin D! One morning I was enjoying an early breakfast and reading the Wall Street Journal (provided by the hotel). In the “Review”, section was an essay written by Bruce Feiler. It was adapted from his forthcoming book (March 21), The First Love Story: Adam and Eve and Us.

By the way, my recommendation is that you read the article if you’re a WSJ subscriber, or just use this link and check out the video interview with Bruce Feiler. I think the essay is a very thought provoking piece, especially if you’re married and (hopefully) in love or perhaps recently fallen in love. Rather than get off on a side trail about my opinion of how important love is or what it means, I’ll just let Bruce Feiler’s ideas speak for themselves. I may summarize his ideas along the way. Also, if you have a Bible handy, it might help you to better understand if you read Genesis chapters 1 and 2 and for good measure 1 Corinthians 13 (the “love” chapter) in the New Testament. It’s a lot to digest, but I’ll provide some bullet points that might help.

Here’s a totally irrelevant (but wonderful) quote to get you started. I saw this on a napkin dispenser at MOD Pizza in Beaverton, Oregon on March 28th while I was eating my pizza, enjoying a beer, and making some notes in my blog notebook.

Bob Dylan, Poet Laureate and Nobel Prize in Literature in 2016:
“May you’re your heart be always joyful.
May your song always be sung.
And may you stay young forever.”
Karen O and the Kids: All is Love (from Where the Wild Things Are soundtrack)

Quoting from Bruce Feiler’s Essay

“In December 1867, Mark Twain was touring Jerusalem when he visited a room in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre identified as Adam’s tomb. He was overcome with emotion. ‘The fountain of my filial affection was stirred to its profoundest depths,’ he wrote. Twain became obsessed with his oldest ancestor, at one point urging planners in New York to replace the Statue of Liberty with a monument to Adam. He went on to write a half-dozen pieces about the first couple, including Extracts from Adam’s Diary and an Autobiography of Eve.”

“Adam, in Twain’s retelling, is initially uncomfortable with Eve. It used to be so pleasant and quiet here, he says, ‘I foresee trouble. Will emigrate.’ Eve is equally unimpressed with Adam. ‘He talks very little. Perhaps it is because he is not bright, and is sensitive about it.’ (who says Twain didn’t have a sense of humor!) But slowly the two come around. ‘I see I should be lonesome and depressed without her’, Adam says. Eve echoes his feelings: ‘I love him with all the strength of my passionate nature…It is my prayer, it is my longing, that we may pass from this life together.’”

Patti; Tuck & Patti: Love is the Key

Adam and Eve in love? Really? Who would think such a thing?”

Feiler goes on to say that several very famous people would agree that, yes, they were in love, and that, given the transitional state of the family for the last 30 centuries – major changes with high divorce rates, lifestyles in our hyperconnected world – maybe Adam and Eve could offer some guidance.

Some Bullet Points in Summary of Feiler’s Ideas

Obviously taken out of context (you really need to buy the book or get a copy of the WSJ essay), here are some more thoughts, quoted and/or paraphrased from the essay.

  • The first couple have been victims of a long campaign of character assassination. One reason is that we rarely read the opening chapters of Genesis with the idea that Adam and Eve might be in love. He goes on to explain this important point in detail.
  • Who is God’s chosen sex, man or woman? If you read and compare Genesis 1 and Genesis 2, the answer appears different. Feiler elaborates, then concludes by saying they are entirely equal.
  • In support of the equality idea, if you look at Michelangelo’s famous painting in the Sistine Chapel, it is Eve, not Adam and not God who occupies the exact center of the room. In the third panel, the two figures (Adam and Eve) reach together for the forbidden fruit. They are not estranged, they are partners.
  • Milton’s Paradise Lost was a step-by-step argument that Adam and Eve were equal.
  • In Shakespeare’s words, “Love is not avoiding conflict; it is about overcoming it”.
  • The most underappreciated aspect of Adam and Eve is how they continually return to each other after periods of separation. They start life united, then Eve goes off alone. She could remain apart but instead returns to Adam. Once out of Eden, they could split, but instead they stay together.
Beatles: And I Love Her

Some Final Thoughts

The Bible is the first to put a man and a woman at the start of the human line. God can’t procreate. He needs human partners – starting with Adam and Eve – for humanity to succeed.

Feiler concludes his essay by saying that the first couple struggled too, yet they found a way to heal their wounds and forgive their wrongs.

Some More Music

Eagles: Love Will Keep Us Alive (Hell Freezes Over album)
Del Shannon: Sea of Love (really old song)
Karen O and the Kids: Building All is Love (from Where the Wild Things Are soundtrack)

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Birthday Blog: 2017

February 23, 2017

Another birthday, another year, I won’t tell you my exact age, but I’m right on the line between “baby boomers” and the one before that, which Tom Brokaw calls the “Greatest Generation”. But this blog isn’t about me; it’s about and for my folks.

Blogger disclaimer: I wondered in the past about social media, about very personal information, Uncle Jack’s favorite chili recipe notwithstanding, actually I thought it was very tasty :), or other more intimate information. Being a private person, it didn’t sit well with me, telling the world those things that should be reserved only for the person who is sharing or for their family and close friends. Breaking through that shell of privacy, in this blog post I’m sharing very personal information. It just seemed appropriate to say it after all these years, as a tribute to my Mom and Dad.

Don’t Ever Take Them for Granted

Taking parents for granted is not something anyone should do. When they’re around, you should appreciate and cherish them. My Mom and Dad have both been gone a long time, my Mom in 1964 and my Dad in 1985. When I hear people talk about their parents, no matter what the context, it makes me think of my own parents.

First, and most important, they were good parents, in all the ways parents should be good parents – disciplining, education, providing a home, and more. On Sundays (and other days), my Mom always had dinner ready on time. With my Dad, it was doing stuff like hunting and fishing, which we did a lot of. I had many wonderful father-son “bonding experiences” with my Dad.

Rites of Passage

Pow, the loud sound broke the silence of the cold morning air. My Dad had driven us out to one of his favorite spots on the deer lease, called “Devil’s Hollow”. The lease, a big ranch probably 500-600 acres, was in the Texas hill country near Mason many hours drive away from our home in southeast Texas. All layered up to ward off the sub-freezing cold, we trudged up the hills with our rifles until we found a good spot behind a scrub oak tree. I got settled in to wait, and my Dad left. The viewpoint was great with a clear view across the draw and to the left and right. I was about 14 years old at the time. I had my hand warmers going and my multiple layers of clothing but was still cold. Soon a nice 8-point buck stepped out about 90-100 yards away across the draw. I took careful aim with the scoped rifle and shot him through the right shoulder. He took a step or two and went down. I stayed in place behind the scrub oak, and the “buck acres” started (see note). Basically, the shakes, it happens to hunters, athletes, etc. after something exciting just happened. Another buck materialized on my left, possibly a trophy buck, within easy shooting distance, but I missed (too much excitement). My Dad, who had barely enough time to get down the hill, came back to help me. We went over and field-dressed the deer and packed him down the hill. My first deer, it was a great morning for a young kid!

Note:  OK, “buck acres” is a colloquial expression, hopefully I spelled it correctly, but deer hunters are familiar with it. I couldn’t verify it online.

One of my big regrets in life is that I didn’t do more of the “man thing” with my son when he was growing up. Oh we’d set off rockets, take the skiff out on the lake to fish, and stuff like that, but that was about it. All Dads should be aware that once those years are gone, they’re gone. If you’re a Dad, don’t mess up, and I’m not excluding daughters, spend quality time with them too.

A Belated Eulogy for My Dad

I don’t remember my Dad ever saying I love you, but I don’t begrudge him for that because I know he loved me. I loved and still love you, Dad. So this is my belated eulogy to you, Dad, perhaps to make up for the shaky knees and quavering voice that I had at your funeral service in 1985, reading some Bible verses, and wanting to say more. This is my testimony to you 32 years later. Rest in peace, Dad.

1 Peter 1:24: “For all men are like grass, and all their glory is like flowers of the field, the grass withers, and the flowers fall, but the word of the Lord stands forever.”

A Belated Eulogy for Mom

Her passing was more than 20 years earlier than my Dad, in 1964. The details of her personality and her life are not totally clear in my memory, but some things stand out. I mentioned her dinners (we used to say “supper”) were consistently on time. On Sundays after church, as I recall it was usually roast beef, mashed potatoes, and green beans. My love of cookies comes from my Mom – she’d make peanut butter cookies with the impressions made with a fork and homemade tapioca pudding, yum! The house was always neat and clean.

I’m going to quote from an old letter (January 21, 1959), just an excerpt, which I think speaks volumes of what kind of person my Mom was:

“Dearest Elaine,

How are you? I’m so ashamed of myself for not writing or calling. I think of you many times a day and pray that you are adjusting yourself to your aloneness. No one can know what you are going through until they go through the loss of their loved one. I do feel that you and Edwin had something within your own lives that few, few married people ever find. It seems very ironical and sad that mortals cannot express themselves naturally and freely. I have never learned to show or let others know how I feel.”

1 Corinthian 13:4-8: “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.”

Liberty, Texas Memories

Interestingly, in 2013 I went back to Liberty for my 50-year high school reunion. Besides seeing my friends that I hadn’t seen in a half century, a couple of other notable events happened. Going to a pep rally at the new high school and a Friday night football game was a real treat, and it seemed like I was back in 1963 (Back to the Future) sitting in the stands cheering for the team (they won). But more importantly as planned, I went to see my Mom’s grave site (pictures of both my Mom’s and Dad’s grave sites are below). I wanted to decorate the headstone and found the red flowers at a store in town.

The other thing that I had planned on my trip was to go see my old house. I knew that it was still there because I Googled it before I left Portland. As I zoomed-in in Google, I was kind of amazed to see it after so much time had passed. One day I drove over to the house. It had a For Sale sign in the yard so I called the agent to see if I could look at the house. She made a call; I went over, knocked on the door, and was greeted by a friendly face. The woman living there went to high school with my younger sister, which at the time I thought was an amazing coincidence, but you know Liberty is a small town. That and good ole Texas hospitality might have been the primary reasons why I was able to visit my old home so easily. Walking in the front door, I experienced one of those serendipitous moments, like I was time traveling back to my earlier life. The furniture and decor were different, but the floor plan was the same. I walked past the living room straight into the kitchen where my Mom prepared all those meals for us. The door to the garage was on the right, more memories of pickled snakes and of freshly killed deer hanging from the rafters waiting to be processed for the freezer. Not my Mom’s favorite place to hang out. We took the stairs to see my sisters’ bedroom and my brother’s and my bedroom at the end of a long hallway. This was the same room where I had to repaint the walls and ceiling in one corner because of a disastrous lab experiment with my new chemistry set, a Christmas present.

I’m going to wrap this up with pictures and music.

Links to previous blogs about Liberty, Texas:

Growing Up in Texas

Pep Rally and the Game

Crosby, Stills, Nash, & Young: Our House

 

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Stuff Happens

August 18, 2016

Couch Potato Blues

If you read my last post, about Crystal City, I said something about episodes or turning points in our lives. Some turning points obviously are more major than others, such as what happened to people at Crystal City. My story here is a minor inconvenience by comparison.

Pink Floyd: On the Run (Dark Side of the Moon)

It Was Only a Small Rock!

I run. Sometimes I talk with others when I run. My left foot landed squarely on top of a rock, not large, but it fractured the fifth metatarsal bone – that’s the one that connects the little toe to the ankle. Metatarsals help provide arch support and balance. Sometimes called a stress fracture, people who do physical activities like dancing or running tend to be more prone to this type of injury. On my x-ray you could hardly even see the faint line that indicated a fracture – hopefully it will heal quickly.

Pink Floyd: Time (Dark Side of the Moon)

What’s Plan B?

When stuff happens that affects your life and your lifestyle, such as being very active (running, cycling, swimming, working out), then what? Maybe I’ll find some good quotes and include those – if life gives you lemons, make lemonade or whatever. You might like Ron White’s updated version of the lemonade quote below.

What the heck, try these quotes on for size.

Steve Jobs
Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don’t lose faith.
Read more really good quotes about life.
Ron White
I believe that if life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade… And try to find somebody whose life has given them vodka, and have a party.
Pink Floyd: Breathe in the Air (Dark Side of the Moon)

What’s Your Point?

Actually, that’s what a family member (near and dear) says to me when I start rambling on about some run I just did – she’s not a runner, but I still love her. Not sure I have a specific point, just killing time while my foot heals. Got tired of Netflix, so I thought I’d do some blogging.

The pictures in the slide show I took after one of my favorite 10K runs in Estacada, Oregon. Very interesting place as you can see in the pictures. Be sure to check out Fearless Brewing if you’re in the neighboorhood.

Signing off for now, time for more boring Netflix. Never fear, I’ll be trucking on down the road before you know it! Enjoy the pictures and the music!

Willie Nelson: On the Road Again

 

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What Happened at Crystal City (Part III)

May 30, 2016

First Things First

In Part I, there is a picture with the caption, “What is It?”. Maybe you weren’t fooled ..

It was merely a garden ornament masquerading as a miniature planet (somewhat earth-like).

The Power of Love (from the Back to the Future soundtrack)

What’s the Big Deal?

OK, so what, the federal government decided to imprison a lot of people against their will because they might be a threat to America. That seems reasonable and justifiable, right? Obviously, not the power of love.

I had to think about what all of it meant to me after I started reading Jan Russell’s book, which as I said before, is really quite interesting and revealing. Note the following passage from her book. Go to Amazon if you want to snag a copy.

“By August 1945, the machinery of internment implemented during the run-up to the war in December 1941, was already being taken apart. Already many of the fifty-four internment camps  operated by the US military and the thirty camps operated by the Immigration and Naturalization Service had shut down. The camp at Crystal City, the only family camp, was still open, but with a reduced population That summer 2,548 Japanese, 756 Germans, and 12 Italian internees were left.”

The author estimated that there were approximately 6,000 internees incarcerated at Crystal City during its six years of operation. It was officially closed on February 27, 1948. I had just turned three at the time and was living in Texas.

In her preface to the book, the author talks about the 120,000 Japanese (62% of them American-born) who were forcibly evacuated from the Pacific coast after the bombing of Pearl Harbor. She also talks about the executive order signed by President Roosevelt, which permitted the secretary of war to arrest and incarcerate Japanese, Germans, and Italians who had been declared “enemy aliens”.

Just an aside, as you mull over the previous two paragraphs, I want to comment on the effort and methods used to write the book, which author Russell describes in detail in the sources and notes. As a writer, I thoroughly appreciate the effort it took to compile the information. Interestingly, another book, Unbroken, by Laura Hillenbrand, also involved internment during World War II and was very well-researched and written and also relied heavily on personal interviews.

It Is a Big Deal!

The answer of course is yes, it is a big deal. I may do more Crystal City installments, after going through the book in more detail and gaining more insights into how I feel about what happened and how I should respond. OK, it was just plain wrong, all of it – there, I’ve said it. Am I going to recommend to others how they should respond? No, it’s up to each individual to make up their mind how to respond.

Back to the Future Main Theme (City of Prague Philharmonic)
A Quick Tour of Washington and Yamhill Counties in Oregon

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Off the Grid?

February 21, 2016
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Quiet, runner trying to sleep!

Just Checking In!

No, I’m not off the grid, just sidetracked from blogging this month – not for lack of ideas, I have plenty of those, some written down and some in my head. This post will look more like a Facebook (or is it FaceBook?) post, kind of chatty and non-substantive, but hopefully fun.

I went shopping for a Valentine’s Day present for my wife the other day. I had decided that the ticket was something practical rather than flowers that wither and droop in a few days. So I went to Kitchen Kaboodle in Hillsboro to get gadgets. Well, actually, I ended up next door at New Seasons first, because I had just come from the gym where I worked out and did a half-mile swim, and I needed a mid-afternoon snack. I found something and asked a person in the deli if they would warm it up for me. While I waited I went over to the beer aisle – New Seasons always has unusual beers, and I like to try new beers. I found a nice one, brewed by the Great Divide Brewing Company in Denver, a Belgian pale ale called Orabelle, not too hoppy with a nice kick to it (8.3%), grabbed a six-pack and got my warmed up food and headed for their little cafe to eat. On their menu, I saw a couple of quotes that I thought I’d share before I end this modest post.

Vietnamese Proverb: “When you’re eating fruit, remember who planted the tree; when you’re drinking water, remember who dug the well.”
One more quote for good measure in honor of Valentine’s Day, this one a bit of an oddity by Jonathan Swift:
“He was a bold man that first ate an oyster.”
Fine Young Cannibals: She Drives Me Crazy

California Dreaming

February 5, 2016

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It’s Good to Take a Break

We Oregonians brag about our wonderful state, its beauty and all the things there are to do there, and it’s all true – come up and see us and we’ll give you the grand tour. My dad (God bless him) used to call it “God’s country”. Perhaps God lingered a bit when he created Oregon. Speaking of lingering . . .

Mamas and the Papas: California Dreaming

 

Has Anyone Seen my Sunscreen?

Sunshine is probably overrated, but I have to admit I do like it. Sitting in the courtyard by the pool, with a cup of coffee, writing in  my journal, it felt great! I actually had to go to Walmart and buy sunscreen yesterday – hey, it’s February, and I live in Oregon, what can I say, I wasn’t prepared for the sun.

What about People?

I wrote a blog post last year about people – you can go take a look.

Personas

I’ve always considered myself a “people” person, perhaps growing up in Texas gave me that personality trait, that willingness to talk to a total  stranger. Everyone you meet can be your friend, just say hello. Anyway, we were in SoCal last year, same place, same hotel. We came down for my brother-in-law’s celebration of life. I’m glad we did, it was a well-said goodbye to Chris, who was a good man. One of my favorite quotes says it better than I can. Here’s a piece of it – “the people we meet along the way will be the traveling companions of our lives forever.” Use the link to see the whole quote and some other quotes that talk about life and people.

Case in Point, about People.

As I was saying, I like meeting people. On that trip about a year ago, I was sitting out in the courtyard enjoying that wonderful morning sunshine and drinking coffee. I got into a conversation with Jack. He was a Spurs fan, but he wasn’t from Texas, said he had driven down from Seattle the night before. Anyway, he told me about himself, ex-Navy, an Aviation Mechanic who served at Oak Harbor and El Salvador but no carrier duty. We talked about how boring that long drive on I-5 was, which is why we decided to fly on this trip. Maybe our paths will cross again in the future.

I met Theresa on the way out on the plane, she was in the seat next to mine. She was on her way down to California to see two of her eight grandchildren. The people you meet . . .

On this 2016 trip I’ve met a bunch of people, some who are friends of relatives, spending time at our favorite pub in Santa Clarita, enjoying the dart tournament (Bob throws underhanded), music and food and drinks (I got to try three new craft beers!). I met Terry, an ex-Alabaman, who is thinking about moving to L.A. and came out to look for a house. In the hotel fitness center, I met Mo from Simi Valley. He asked me about the thing going on Burns, if it was affecting me where I lived. We got into a brief political discussion about the federal government and the “compulsory” laws that we were supposed to obey. I decided not to argue the point since he was lifting a lot more weight than I was. :}

What’s Next

Not sure what my next blog will be – content now to enjoy one more full day of sunshine before we leave to return to the rain.

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That small bird was really proud of himself – I drank the whole thing!

 

Eulogy for Boomer

January 8, 2016

Goodbye old pal, we’ll miss you, big time!

Blogger’s postscript: Just wanted to add some important details that I left out yesterday.

Boomer started out as a southern California dog, roaming the streets of Sun City and eventually becoming the property of my mother-in-law, Eileen. She brought him along when she moved up to live with us in Oregon. Boomer was her pal and companion for years until she died. Then he lived with us after her passing, and he became our pal and companion.

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Boomer wearing his snow jacket.

Circle of Life (from the Lion King soundtrack)

Seeing that big, open-mouthed grin with that wonderful tongue with black spots (were you part chow?) was always a joy.

Your response to my touch when I scratched your back side, moving that leg back and forth. It made me feel good too.

  • Scientists say that dogs (not sure about cats) are beneficial to humans because there is a chemical response that actually lowers the blood pressure and relaxes both the animal and the human when they interact. Pretty cool, eh!

Boomer, I hope you reconnect with your old friend Eileen, and I hope you and Morty (our other dog that died in 2013) meet up and have a great time running around together.

A couple more pictures – the tongue with the spots and his “summer” buzz cut.

Quote: I learned the roots of any relationship (from working with dogs) – honesty, integrity, loyalty. It’s hard to find a human to give you all three. But every dog, that’s all they know. Humans are the only species that follows unstable pack leaders. Animals don’t . . . why would they? (Cesar Millan, dog whisperer, in Men’s Journal)

Celebration of Chris Weaver’s Life

March 16, 2015

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“The grass withers and the flowers fall, because the breath of the Lord blows on them . . . but the word of our God stands forever.” (Isaiah 40:7-8)

I first met Chris in California when I was visiting the Weaver’s in the early 70’s. I had met his sister, Sandra, my wife now, in Texas where I lived. I soon discovered that life in the fast lane was the norm amongst the Weaver clan as Sandra and I did our best to use as many of the California freeways as possible visiting her five brothers.

Here’s a favorite quote from Hunter S. Thompson that I think describes Chris Weaver’s life as well as any words can:

  • “Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming: ‘Wow, what a ride’.”

Another favorite quote from Nelson Demille’s book, Up Country:

  • “The journey home is never a direct route – it is in fact always circuitous, and somewhere along the way we discover that the journey is more significant than the destination and that the people we meet along the way will be the traveling companions of our lives forever.”

It’s a comfort to me that Chris will always be a traveling companion in my life as well as in the lives of many others. It was a real honor knowing him.

About Chris Weaver

Chris was the middle child of 6 and spent his youth in Grand Rapids, Michigan where he attended Ottawa Hills High School. Joining the Air Force in 1965, he served as a military police officer and retired as Sergeant in 1969.

On June 28, 1969, he married his sweetheart Carol Ann Tengesdahl with whom he spent 48 wonderful years. They moved to Minneapolis and on October 21, 1970 welcomed their daughter Tammy into the world. In 1971 he graduated from Brown Institute majoring in Radio Communications. Later that same year Chris moved his family to California to work with his father, the legendary Eric Weaver, in the motion picture industry. On December 3, 1974 they welcomed their son Christopher Weaver II into the world.

In 1980 Chris began his career with LMI. Due to his U.S. government top secret security clearance and a Diplomatic Passport, he went on to travel the world – China, Hong Kong, Thailand, Singapore, Russia, Africa, and many more amazing places.

He had a very colorful and exciting life spending months abroad installing top security rooms for governments and large industries. Chris had a way with people, he knew no stranger, and made many friends across the world, most of whom he remained in touch with until his passing.

After many years he stopped traveling and started working out of his house as a project manager. He loved being home and close to the family. He soon joined a dart league, and in usual Chris fashion, he excelled at darts and making lots of new friends, eventually playing darts with his son as a partner.

He was an amazing father, husband, and soul mate, father-in-law, uncle, brother, son, and best friend to many! Chris brought laughter and joy to those he touched. He was a force of nature and will continue to be loved beyond belief. . . .

Baby Chris

Baby Chris

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Chris at Home

The Weaver Gang

The Weaver Kids

The Weaver Kids in Oregon

Sandra, the Boys, Eileen, and Aunt Julia

The Whole Gang

 Parties and Celebrations

Chris and David

David, Chris, and Doug

Chris and Ric

Chris and Ric

Chris Jr. (CJ) and Josh

Chris Jr. (CJ) and Josh

Farewell to Eileen

Farewell to Eileen

Eileen's Final Resting Place

Eileen’s Final Resting Place

Yours Was an Incredible Journey, Chris

Yours Was an Incredible Journey, Chris!

Chris was Well-loved.

Chris was well-loved.

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Harry’s Run, Part II (the Finish Line)

January 24, 2015
Professor Harry Alexander Deans, born June 17, 1932, died December 22, 2014

Professor Harry Alexander Deans, born June 17, 1932, died December 22, 2014 

“. . . and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.” (Psalm 23:6)

About Harry Deans

Harry was a man of tremendous kindness. Though quiet by disposition he never failed to provide a big smile and hug, usually with a heartfelt chuckle. He was a man of powerful intellect and commitment that preferred being in the background unless you needed him, as still water runs deep. There is no doubt his daily example of unconditional love will live on within his family and never be forgotten. We will miss him so very much.

  • “You have made my days a mere handbreadth; the span of my years is as nothing before you. Each man’s life is but a breath.” (Psalm 39:5)

Harry was born on June 17, 1932, in Dallas, Texas, to parents Herbert and Marie (Cooke) Deans.  Harry completed North Dallas High School before attending Rice University at age 16, where he earned his Bachelor of Arts and Master of Science degrees. He pursued and earned his PhD from Princeton University in Chemical Engineering.  He was an outstanding student and a Rhodes Scholar.

  • “Then Jesus said to his disciples: Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat, or about your body, what you will wear. Life is more than food, and the body more than clothes.” (Luke 12:22)

Harry spent most of his lifetime mentoring his students. He joined Rice University as a professor where he was awarded the most prestigious Brown Award for teaching at spring graduation in 1974. After 25 years, he joined the faculty at the University of Houston in Chemical and Petroleum Engineering for eight years. He spent three years at Exxon Production Research in Houston before moving to a tenured position at the University of Wyoming for his last twelve years.  He was recognized as Emeritus when retiring to University of Texas in 2000. Harry was known in the petroleum engineering field as the inventor of enhanced oil production techniques.

  • “. . . that everyone who believes in Him may have eternal life.” (John 3:15)

In addition to his professional activities, Harry was known to his students and colleagues as “Daddy Deans”. He enjoyed his young family with Karolyn, losing his son Sam at age 6, fostering Laurie’s interest in science, assisting Daniel in building his airplanes, urging Melissa to enjoy reading, and sharing his wit with Andrew, a standup comedian. Harry married Delora Elizabeth Deans on January 1, 1975, in Taos, New Mexico. He was “daddy” to Gregory Buckles who followed him to Rice and to Deborah Buckles Kimball, a national sales representative. He always supported daughter Catherine Marie in her artistic vocal endeavors.  His twelve grandchildren have found him to be a remarkable model and constant supporter of their interests.

  • “. . . but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.” (Romans 6:23)

Harry was a member of the Episcopal Church where he served as an usher and greeter. He maintained an interest in reading, music, skiing, hiking, and being outdoors enjoying nature. His love of flying flourished in Wyoming where he piloted the Scary Hairy Airlines with his Bonanza.

  • “We know that we have passed from death to life, because we love our brothers. Anyone who does not love remains in death,” (1 John 3:14)

He will be fondly missed by his wife of 40 years, Beth Deans, residing on their mini ranch in Georgetown, Texas. Harry is survived by his wife, a sister, two daughters, two sons, a step-son, and a step-daughter and their families including twelve grandchildren.

  • “The grass wither and the flowers fall, but the word of our God stands forever.” (Isaiah 40:8)

Tributes and Remembrances

Tribute, son Dan, Sunday, January 18, 2015:

It is a true honor to stand here this afternoon and share remembrances of my Dad, Harry Deans, and we truly appreciate all of you giving of your time today to be here, thank you for your grace. On behalf of his current wife of 40 years, Beth, his first wife 17 years, Karolyn, his children Laurie, Sam, Greg, Debbie, Melissa, Drew, Cathie and his 12 Grandchildren Kayleigh, Paige, Nicole, Collin, Cameron, Jonathan, Alex, Will, Daniel, Elizabeth, Tristan, and Matthew, and his sons-in-law Mark, Bill, John and Jim, and daughter-in-law Cathy, it is a privilege to share remembrances.

I want to first give God the glory, and to thank Him for sending His son Jesus Christ to be the propitiation for our sins.  There is no gift greater than that, and I am completely certain in God’s sovereignty, over this sad loss to our family, and to all other situations – He reigns over Heaven and earth, and I am grateful for the saving knowledge of the Gospel of Jesus Christ.

Harry Deans was a loving husband and a father, he was a caring teacher, a brilliant engineer and researcher, and he was an avid outdoorsman and adventurer, and more importantly, he cared about his family, friends and students, and that point has been made quite clear given the outpouring of wonderful comments, stories, and care that we have experienced over the last several weeks.  We have been so blessed to hear how Pop affected others in their life journeys, and he seemed to do so in a quiet and humble way.

Pop was brilliant, I used to tease him that he had a 2000 lb brain, and that he had a beautiful mind.  He was the first engineer I ever met, and along with many others that he taught, I was inspired into my career because of him. He was always patient in explaining to us how the process worked, and describing his work. We had no idea how complex the process of oil extraction was, and even that there was a need for enhanced oil recovery, but Pop was a giant in that field, and has done a large service to the world in advancing the technology of Chemical and Petroleum Engineering.

He was inventive, with more than 15 patents that I am aware of, with one of the most important process enhancements being the single well tracer test that has made such an impact on the oil and gas industry.  He has been featured on the National News, been around the world, and has passionately worked with many colleagues and scholars to advance the state of the discipline in enhanced oil recovery.

Pop was extremely confident, and could be very stubborn as well; He was so very sure in everything he took on.

He was a tactician – he always tackled a problem very methodically. He identified all boundaries, and solved the problem deliberately.

My Pop was creative and artistic, which is unusual for someone who had such a technical talent. He had the unending ability to tell stories and generate plots and intrigue on the fly – everyone one of his kids coveted the famous bed time stories that he told about the internationally known child agents George and Alice.  We all looked forward to bedtime, because Pop would get us tucked in and sit there and till we fell asleep telling us rich stories about the adventures of those two.  And it did not stop with us; he carried on that tradition with his grandkids. He cared about his kids and grandkids.

Pop loved music, but not just any music, but all kinds of classical, and was very passionate about classical music. He would sing along, whistle, and you could just see the passion in his eyes and his face has he was enjoying all kinds of music.  Again, I am convinced that several of us, including my sister Cathie, myself, my son Collin, and several of Cathie’s kids along with others inherited that passion for music and for making music.

My beautiful wife Catherine pointed out that he had a love for food, and was passionate about dining well. She does not ever remember him eating fast food, and while I can’t confirm or deny that, he was constantly giving me pointers on my ordering etiquette, like the time I wanted a hamburger in a Chinese restaurant.  That was not allowed….

Pop was sporting and enjoyed many sports, especially baseball, football, basketball and golf.  He took time to throw the baseball with his kids, and to attend their sporting events.  He loved to hike in the mountains, and climbed many peaks.

He had a love of airplanes, from building models to flying. I spent a lot of time in the air with Pop, and he was my inspiration for learning to fly and for the love that I have for all things in air and space.

I have much more I could say, and would continue, but interest of time I will close with two scriptures. James encouraged us to “Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.” I am choosing joy this morning in remembering our Pop.  Also, the author of Hebrews wrote:  “Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight, and sin which clings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God.”  We are only given a finite amount of time on this earth, and given that we don’t know how long that is, I am encouraged by my Dad’s life and I am hopeful to affect as many in a positive way while I am here as he did.

Thank you for the opportunity to share today, and Pop, I love you with my whole heart, and I am grateful to be your son, as I know your other children and grandchildren are grateful as well. In the wise wise words of Job:  “The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.”

Remembrance, brother-in-law, Bernie:

Life happens, people we love leave, sometimes suddenly, and we don’t have a chance to say goodbye. It’s tough. The next best thing is to remember them in moments of laughter or having dinner with them, or talking, or walking. Maybe it was a kind gesture, a thank you, a word of encouragement, or a thoughtful gift. Think about the cascade of goodness that resulted from their influence. How many of us would regret a life of positive influence that we experienced, or being able to say, ‘see my son or my daughter or my spouse or my friend, I was there for them when they needed me.’ I think I can honestly say that Harry Deans was a person in my life who I’ll always remember for his positive effect on me and for the others whose lives he touched.

Our home

Our home

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Max and Molly

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Socializing at home

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Socializing in Steamboat Springs

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King of the hill

Celebrating together

Celebrating together

Relaxing by the lake

Relaxing by the lake

Harry, Circa 1960's

Harry, Circa 1960’s


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