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New Year's Eve...Pure Pleasure--1981

2012-01-02T06:01:00.000-08:00

What an incredible few days we enjoyed 30 years ago...

Although we'd been hanging out in Provo since early November, we'd only had a handful of formal dates, so to speak. The holiday break in 1981 afforded us some "down time" and it was a weekend to remember. Back home in California, along with good friends, we decided to throw a New Year's eve celebration. My journal is not totally full of details on this event, so some of this is from memory banks...

I drove to Davis to pick up Kathy, and we spent some of the afternoon visiting with my mom and family. She'd not met them previously, and they enjoyed getting to know her (who wouldn't?). Late afternoon, we headed over to Pingree's house, where we piled into two or three vehicles for a trip to Pier 39 at Fisherman's Wharf in The City. Toby Pingree had a partial ownership in a restaurant, an Italian place, nicely, and we enjoyed a fabulous meal. The view of the wharf from our table was terrific, and the food, unbeatable. As was often the case, something memorable happened at dinner, something hilarious, something involving a waiter or waitress, but the details just aren't coming to me...

From there, back to Walnut Creek to a regional young adult dance at the old Walnut Creek ward house on Overlook Drive. The place was packed however, which was often the case, especially at the holidays, as BYU and other students returned home. We went in, and mingled and visited a bit with a couple of my Harmon cousins, from Orinda, and other friends, but the dance floor was far too crowded(not sure how the Fire Dept didn't shut the place down), so we headed out. Back to Pingree's where Phyllis had invited everyone (post dance) for hot fudge sundaes...a time honored tradition, which at the Pingree household was known as "Pure Pleasure", a moniker derived from the savory last two or three spoonfuls of hot sauce, extracted from the bottom of the bowl.

It was early however, and my recollection is that we watched a bit of a movie..."Electric Horseman" comes to mind, but I'm a bit fuzzy on this. From there, we visited with friends...the Pingree home was like Grand Central Station at times, and many young people found safety and peace there, and that New Year's eve was no exception. But eventually, it grew late, so Kathy and I headed home to Citrus Ave., where she'd planned to spend the night in the guest room. As young lovers will, however, the moments of talking and getting to know one another passed quickly, and before we knew it, we'd spent hours visiting and laughing, and the daybreak was here. Where had the time gone?

I can't locate any photos of that night, so placing all the players is hard. I know Geoff and Greg were there with their dates...Janna Madsen, Geoff's honey at that time, and I think Jennifer Stone perhaps was Greg's date, but not so sure on that fact. Beyond that, I know we had one more couple, but forgive my aging memory...I just can't recall who it was.

Regardless, it was an enchanting evening, and it was the occasion when I began to realize that this extraordinary and remarkable young woman was someone with whom I could find peace.

King Henry BYU 45th Ward

2011-12-31T07:57:00.000-08:00

Ah, there's nothing really like a BYU student ward. As if the church itself didn't have enough idiosyncrasies, a BYU ward is even more novel. But within that structure, great good can be produced, and after all, it brought the two of us together. See the post earlier for details on our "Computer Date".

In the fall of 1981, I was fresh out of the mission field in Rome, and still in that post mission shock period which some missionaries experience. At times, I'd have rather been back in Rome, teaching, serving, helping....the dedicated and disciplined life of a Mormon missionary is nothing if not choreographed, and that direction was good for me.

Thank goodness for an older brother, Dave, who knew the ropes and the protocols of life at BYU. He arranged for me to room with him at King Henry Apartments, just off 9th East. King Henry was great for many reasons. One of our room ates was a guy named Robert Wanlass, aka "Toady". Toady was the social butterfly of the house, and actually proved handy as a scout in Kathy's and my early meeting. I recall him coming over shortly after the computer date arrangement, and sharing that "Kathy said she's looking forward to it".

In the apartment directly above us were housed Jim Herman, Lee Johnson, Scott Robinson, Steve Young and a couple other football players(Boy that place was loud sometimes!). This was the year before Steve made a national splash, so he was still somewhat obscure as a player in Provo. Lee Johnson went on to have a long career in the NFL as well, and Jim Herman played a year or two with the Dallas Cowboys.

Here are some excerpts from the 45th Ward Directory, including photos of Kathy, Steve Young(just to prove my story) and the old stuffed bear from my adolescence, which Toady "adopted" once Kathy and I met.

Winter in Provo...

2011-12-11T17:09:00.000-08:00

The winter in Provo can be cold and brutal. That early winter when Katie and I met was no exception. Lots of snow and lots of slogging through it. But it was an excuse to stay close and stay warm, arm in arm.

We have marvelous memories of walking across and through campus and walking Kathy home in the evenings after library study. This photo was taken as we got ready for one of many nights out that first winter. Sorry for the glare, my roomates weren't trained photographers.

Brother Bench

2011-11-18T05:32:00.000-08:00

In the late summer of 2005, my siblings and I had gathered with our children at the home of our youngest brother and his family, to celebrate the 75th birthday of our dear mother. The years were creeping up on Mom, and health was beginning to fail. Her birthday surprise dinner at Uncle John’s house was a chance to honor the lady who had, as a single divorced mother, valiantly raised four boys and our older sister.

Mom did not know that in addition to her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren, we’d invited that night, some 15 couples and families who had been our dear family friends in the ward where we’d been raised. Mom had not seen most of them for many years. We’d hoped, by bringing her dearest friends together, we’d have a “This is your life” moment.

A few of us were gathered on the deck of the home, where we could see the street and the long downward sloping driveway that lead to my brother’s home. As some couples began to arrive, I looked up and saw a gentleman and his wife I’d not seen in more than 35 years. Slowly, with great care, down the driveway they came--Sterling and Donna Bench.

In 1969, Sterling was our Home Teacher. Dutifully, he’d visit each month, with either of his two youngest sons in tow. For me, a boy of 9 years, whose family had been shattered a year earlier by the revelation that his parents were divorcing, I was frequently disinterested in home teachers and similar matters, and usually found the routine visits to be an annoyance.

Soft spoken, Brother Bench appeared older than his actual age. He moved and spoke with such slowness and deliberateness that I struggled to attend to his messages each month. He was a sweet and tender hearted man, and his warm face was blessed with equally dark and soothing brown eyes. But in the fear and loss surrounding my unhappy family, I found no solace or purpose in his visits. When scout, church or school events beckoned, Brother Bench was the first to call and offer to accompany me….to be a surrogate dad. “No thanks”, was my every reply. Although he was persistent, I don’t recall that I ever allowed him to fill that role. I went to my church and scouting activities, but would do so with my brothers or by myself.

For the next eight years, the Bench brothers visited us each month, gently, caringly, and modestly watching over us. “I was hungry and ye gave me to eat; I was naked, and ye clothed me.”

In the ensuing years, I confess to not having thought often enough about him or his family. Then, on that summer evening in 2005, as I looked up that driveway, and saw Sterling Bench, arm in arm with his wife, I was instantly, uncontrollably and without warning, overcome with emotion. I felt the most profound regard and gratitude for that man. It was a feeling of love I’d not experienced outside my own family. It rushed upon me with the most surprising speed and depth. Tears welled in my eyes, and I found myself turning away briefly to contain and gather myself.

There was Sterling Bench, our long lost, nearly forgotten home teacher. I realized in that moment, as I tried to control my tears, that dear Brother Bench had been far more than a simple home teacher. It was clear to me, with the distance that only one’s own life experience can provide, that he’d visited us each month, not out of duty or mandate, but out of love. A love for his God, reflected in his simple willingness to communicate in his soft and deliberate way, His love for me. I realized that all those years before, through all those hard to endure visits, that in his own, quiet way, he’d successfully let me know that I mattered. Me, and my broken family. Four lost boys, a lost sister….and one lost mother. We mattered to Sterling Bench, and we mattered to Him.

I could not wait to greet Brother Bench as he and Donna arrived at the entry to the home. I shook his hand, and wanted to embrace him. I dared not, for fear he’d think it strange, having not seen him for so long a time, but when I looked into his deep and dark and now very tired eyes, that welcoming look was still present, and I was reminded once again, that I mattered.

Today, when faced with duty or service of my own, I remind myself of Sterling Bench, and of his quiet and exemplary love.

That Iconic Harris Fine Arts Center...

2011-11-13T09:53:00.000-08:00

Among our first emerging memories of our life together, the Harris Fine Arts Center on the BYU campus stands out.

Our BYU ward held its Sunday meetings in the Pardoe Theatre and adjacent classrooms located inside this marvelous building. It was in Sacrament meeting that I first beheld "my Beatrice". My brother Dave and I, and our room mates had arrived and taken seats, and a couple rows behind us, in came Katherine and her room mates. "Hmmm...wonder who she is". It was a couple weeks later I met her, when after I was asked to teach a Missionary Prep course for Sunday School, Kathy brought the class roll over to the house.

Of course, I'd have met her much earlier, if I'd been dutiful and attended Family Home Evening group. Her apartment and mine, and one or two others were FHE assignees. If I'd been going to Monday evening FHE group, our romance might have begun a little sooner perhaps. Silly me.

The second reason the HFAB is memorable for us is that Kathy was a Music Major, studying both piano and voice. She'd spend hours and hours in the "bowels" of the building, where the practice rooms are located. These are tiny little soundproofed rooms, each with a piano and a music stand. As we were falling in love, I'd look for any free moment in my day, and head over to the fine arts building, descend to the bottom floor and begin the hunt. This was a challenge, as there were two floors, both with dozens of practice rooms and most were busily occupied. The cacophony of sound was both delightful and distracting. Rather than walk around peering in all the little windows to find her, I'd go in the outer door, and listen....hoping to have a moment when just enough quietness emerged that I could hear Kathy's distinctive vocal exercises, or a piece she was working on. Just as an adult penguin learns to hear the voice of his lover over the drone of all others--0ver time, I learned to recognize her sound more easily, and I could quickly find her amidst the throng of voices and instruments. I could then, and can today, listen endlessly to her piano.

It was also in the Pardoe theatre where BYU Oratorio Choir practiced, and I absolutely loved sneaking in the back door and finding a seat to listen and watch my Katherine sing. Somewhere there is a poem, among the first I wrote for her, celebrating her piano gift.

The third link to the building came years later, when our little Geoff, perhaps 7 at the time, had a piece of art included in a school district display, and we returned to see it proudly displayed on a wall, along with some other winners of a local contest.

Finally, some years later, we all returned, along with Kathy's mom Beryl, to watch Kathy get her degree. We'd returned to Utah in 1993, for Kath to finish her studies, and it was in the HFAB where convocation and graduation ceremonies were held.

I love that old building. This week, BYU announced that two buildings on campus would be raised as part of a plan to update the campus. Fortunately, the Harris Building is not one of them. Long live the practice rooms.

I Don't Like Hollywood....

2011-11-06T11:23:00.000-08:00

And we rarely spend our financial capital on its products, but over the years, some gems have been produced. Here's my list of all time favorites...ok, it's my top five, but in no particular order and I reserve the right to substitute at some future point.

1)"Hook" Robin Williams and a cast of talented others remake the story of the lost boys and flying pixies into something even I can appreciate. As much as I love Williams in this film, its Dustin Hoffman that brings the story to life, playing Cap'n Hook as uniquely as anyone ever. When I was a young dad, pursuing graduate degrees, and working full time and trying to run "the race" with all the other "rats", this film gave me great pause, and I can always count on it to take me out of the "Chronos" and into the "Kyros".

2)"The Truman Show"Jim Carey is fabulous like no one else in this story of the ultimate exploitation of the human values of trust, relationship and free will, overcome in the end by that very same human soul. What's more, he does it largely by himself, with the world rooting both for and against him. Many years ago, Kathy once remarked, after we had watched one of the first episodes of an early reality TV program, that this genre of television would one day ruin the world. The Truman Show makes that case with extraordinary passion and clarity. I can watch this film over and over and over...

3)"Harold and Maude" Bud Cort and Ruth Gordon star in this most unpredictable and whimsical look at life, love and death. I first saw it with my buddies while in High School, and we instantly fell in love with its irreverent look at life and its capacity to mock convention and protocol. Take nothing seriously, especially oneself. Cat Stevens added greatly by providing all the musical backdrop, and if you've never seen this film, you're missing out.

4)"What Dreams May Come" Another Robin Williams film, but with very little wide appeal. This is a story of personal and family redemption, the power of love and persistence, and it's told in the context of "eternal life" for the family and its members. I love also that so much power is given to the characters. The film reminds me that God's love is so large, that He's not afraid to grant great discretion to His children, and this film captures life's traumas within this context of ultimate personal and family empowerment.

5)"What About Bob" Bill Murray and Richard Dreyfuss are terrific, as the irrepressible agoraphobic, and his equally maladaptive and insecure psychiatrist. Of all its themes, what I love most of all is the manner in which Bob Willey takes his care and well being into his own hands....even when the treatment professionals in his life do their best to not only prevent his healing, but actually seek his demise. It's a story of putting one's own strengths and resources into one's healing journey through life.

So, that's my list. If you're bored one day this winter, and you need something different, find any of these and fire up the popcorn popper.

Occupy "Main" Street, USA....

2011-11-06T11:13:00.000-08:00

We are counting the days until we all get on airplanes and trains and whatever else will carry us east (ok, planes for everyone), and we all end up Dec. 21 in Orlando, Florida to occupy Mickey and Minnie's turf.

We will be protesting...that Christmas with the whole family won't last long enough. We will be chanting..."More Fun Walt!" We will be marching...from one ride to the next.

So, if you're anywhere near DisneyWorld over Christmas, bring your posters and blow horns and join us in our "Occupy Main Street" celebration 2012.

And many more dates followed...

2011-10-30T05:25:00.000-07:00

That computer date was a dinner and dance at one of the local ward houses. But, we made it a little more expansive...we first took in much of a BYU basketball game at the Marriott Center, then the dinner/dance, where Kath showed off her "bunny hopping" skills, and then we went to "Heaven Can Wait" at the midnight movie. It was magical.

After that first "computer date", there would be many more, and quickly, we were inseperable. Here is the "thank you" card Rich sent Kathy after the first date. Silly Kitty.

One of our favorite things was to do our grocery shopping together. Smith's Food King on 9th east in Provo was only a couple of blocks from our beloved King Henry Apartments. Smith's was across the street from the Star Palace, a place Rich is proud to have never set foot in, and Stan's Burger place...remember the Chocolate Banana shakes there?

At Smith's, we'd goof up and down the aisles...well, Rich would goof, attention seeker that he was (is), and Kathy would laugh good naturedly. (She took pity on him, recognizing what a lonely soul he was).

Neither of us had a motorized vehicle, so we'd gather up the shopping bags, and treck back home.

Speaking of King Henry, we have another faint memory of a fireside on a Sunday night up at the bishop's home. This was before we ever went out, and because cars were so scarce, roomates of course, piled into whatever and whichever car they could find. We think this may have been the first encounter between us, but for some reason, neither of us has much memory for it, likely because it was dark and because there were at least 9 students crammed into a little sedan(Kath remembers sitting on some guy's lap all the way to the fireside). It wasn't Rich's lap...I'd have remembered that!

Once Upon A Time...

2011-10-15T14:18:00.000-07:00

Welcome to Fall, 2011. We've been busy this late summer with many pursuits...business, family and lots of other stuff. But the fall of 2011 brings the start of a series of anniversaries which we intend to celebrate. Thiry short years ago, two lives converged in sleepy little Provo, Utah. It was fall semester at Brigham Young University. Kathy was a sophomore studying Music; Rich a freshman, studying Psychology, fresh home from the mission field in Rome.

We were in the same student ward. Rich was teaching a Missionary Prep class, Kathy was Sunday School Secretary....or as Rich would call her..."The Roll Lady". But we'd not really spoken to one another in late October of 1981. As secretary, Kathy would bring class rolls around to the teachers on Saturdays before church.

The ward was having a "computer dance", one of those blind date mixers where dates get matched up with one another. I had no intention of going, as I had not been overly involved in the social aspects of the ward, but one evening, three young ladies came over to the apartment with invitations for some of my roomates. I had not signed up, and the three organizers were looking for more guys to attend, as they'd not had enough men to match up with all the ladies who wanted to attend. "No" said I, I don't want to go". They persisted, almost begging. And then it dawned on me..."Is Kathy Duffin going?" I asked. "Yes, they responded, "but we just gave her invite to one of your next door neighbors". "OK...then I'm not interested", said I.

Then one of them realized that they'd left the lovely Katherine's invite not with the actual matched participant, but with one of his roomies. "Wait", she blurted, and she sprinted next door to exchange Kathy's name with a replacement, quickly returning. She handed me the invite, and as they say in the movies..."The rest is history".

So over the next few months, I intend to celebrate via this blog, the fact that I am the most fortunate of all creatures. From that first computer date in Provo, to grad school in Indiana, Muzzy, Manny and Meeter would grace and bless our lives immeasurably. Thirty years later I look back in awe at the blessing "My Katie" has been in my life.

This photo is one of the first we ever took. We often spent lunch times dining in the Cougareat...the on campus food court. Hope you'll enjoy getting caught up on the last 30 years with us, and there are many more fun photos and memories in store.

My Brothers from other mothers...

2011-08-14T15:31:00.000-07:00

Cleaning out some old storage boxes and doing some Spring Cleaning...yes, it's soon to be spring...in deep South America....Uruguay for instance. Which leads to this photo...which is actually a large black and white poster. You see, Dave Challis served his mission in Uruguay.

This poster is likely to mean nothing to all three of my readers. But to me, it conjures up memories of great, great times. These young boys are...Macs. Not "the Macs", just Macs. It's a long story with roots in Saturday night dances, teen aged boys with "girl" trouble, and nicknames. There were 6 official Macs, but we often designated "honorary Macs", if one of our other terrific friends needed some special attention, or was wrestling with a particularly vexing issue with the opposite sex. I won't bore you with other details. Back to the poster....

Summer of 1976, I think. Our young men's Ygnacio Valley Ward superactivity at Edward's AFB in Southern California had gone well. We'd been camping, and exploring, and touring the rocket launchers, and having the times of our lives. I think this was the activity that Tom Ellenburg, now bishop of the singles ward here in Rocklin, had drunk a small fish on a wager. One of the younger members had started daring us to drink raw eggs, like Rocky Balboa, of course. Tom, never to be outdone, upped the ante, and downed a small two inch minnow...live!

But I keep getting distracted from the poster...Pictured left to right....Dave Challis, Geoff Pingree, Greg Pingree, Tim Pingree and myself. Who's missing you ask...Rick Hutchins, of course. The 6th Mac brother. Rick had moved with his family to New Jersey I think, and this was the first Super Activity without him. To remember him, we snapped this photo with a clear space betwixt us for "Huuuuuuutch". Hutch, a nickname you didn't simply utter. When you said it, you had to kind of shout it, locate the vibrato in the back of your throat, and simultaneously kind of cough up whatever you had stored in your superior larynx/esophagus. (It was common to have to spit after calling for "Hutch", at least, if you did it right!)

Alas, I stumbled upon this poster print of the photo yesterday, and it brought back unbelievable memories. In order to preserve it perfectly, its now here on the knechtions blog.

When in Chicago....

2011-07-18T20:33:00.000-07:00

Do as the Cubs Fans do....So I did....

I am no Cub's fun, but no self respecting baseball fan in Chicago, with a spare three hours, would skip a chance to do Wrigley Field. It's one of those things that's been on my bucket list(if I had one) for most of my life. Fenway Park is the other ballpark I intend to take in before I grow too old.

But back to Wrigley. I'm in Chicago presenting the county's outcomes from a six year federal SAMHSA grant. They keep us pretty busy, but I slipped away tonight, caught the redline subway to Addison Ave, and managed to find a single ticket scalper--A nice older gentleman who had one seat for sale.

This was magic. I have watched many games on TV, broadcast from Wrigley. TV doesn't do it justice. The park is 97 years young, and it shows. It's part of the mystique, and the sultry weather and rabid fans enhance the experience. I sat there taking it in, thinking back to some of the great Cub's players I watched as a youth....Ron Santo, Don Kessinger, Ron Hundley, Billy Williams and Ferguson Jenkins. I can still see their baseball cards in my mind's eye.

I downed two bratwurts with onions and kraut, 32 ounces of Pepsi, and a whole lot of ice water. Jim Belushi, native Chicagoan, sang "Take me Out to the Ball Game", and no fans do it like Cub's fans. They all turn and watch the "leader", and sing loudly each word. It was nearly spiritual.

I stopped afterward and rubbed the toe of the Billy Williams statue that adorns the back side of the park. As a high school junior, I distinctly recall the day that a new classmate was introduced in our English class. Her name was Valerie Williams, just moved to Walnut Creek from Chicago. Being an avid A's fan, and fully knowing that the A's had just acquired the would be Hall of Famer, Billy Williams, I introduced myself and asked if she was his daughter. She answered affirmatively, and I thought this was pretty cool...Billy William's daughter was in our English class. She was a quiet and gracious young lady. She emulated her father, who was well regarded for his grace and manner as a player.

The trip was punctuated by a ride home on the subway, listening to a cute little Italian family converse in their native tongue about their Chicago vacation. Adorable! All in all, an incredible three hours. Thanks Cub's fans. Thanks Harry Carey. Thank you Abner Doubleday.

If you could high to Kolob...

2011-06-12T16:28:00.000-07:00

This last week, there was a good size solar flare. I've long been fascinated by the behavior of the sun. It is an incredible rock, an unbelievable star....A "Rock Star" if ever there was one. The earth is fascinating too, of course.

You know that the sun is 93 million miles away from earth? Ever wonder just how perfectly placed we are? If we were just one tenth of one percent closer or further, none of this exists. Coincidence?

The sun is the just the perfect distance to provide about 1 kilowatt of power for every meter of earth's surface. Not too close, not too far. Most scientists tell us this is coincidental. Or even accidental. It's just accidental that great vast cold clouds of hydrogen can mingle for hundreds of millions of years in the abyss of space, and then, when a certain threshold or proximity is randomly reached as those clouds come together, that they co incidentally coalesce and then fuse into helium, pulling in more and more gas and matter, and as it begins to spin and contract, and rotate faster and faster, and then, boom--it spits out radiation and carbon and a hostof other elements into the vastness space and we end up HERE, on this perfectly placed sphere!?

Is it also co incidental that the earth, unlike other moons in the milky way possesses a protective covering, deflecting just enough radiant heat to make the earth the perfect place for every form of organicity to thrive?

What is the probability of this most perfect of alignments and distances of each of these spheres? How is that our rock is so perfectly placed in relation to the Sun?

Accident? Coincidence? Really?

When I ponder on these questions, I am reminded of the great LDS poet and musician W.W. Phelps, a contemporary of Joseph Smith, who penned marvelous words in his 1840 work, "If You Could High to Kolob". Kolob, of course, is the name given by Abraham to the physical throne of God. I am reminded also that there is no end to knowledge, no end to space, no end to truth, and no end to us. And because there is no end, we need have no fear.

Life's biggest questions...

2011-03-30T21:20:00.000-07:00

Kathy and I took a little time off this week, and spent three days in Palm Springs. After what seemed to be weeks of endless rain and cold weather, we had to find sunshine somewhere. Off we drove for the one place nearly assured to have sun...The Southern California high desert.

The Hotel Zoso, nice place. We recommend it. Very nice cucina...the food rocked. When not eating, we hung out by the pool, soaked in some rays, did a little shopping, rented a tandem and biked around town and hiked Tahquitz Canyon. We had tons of fun.

The highlights, well, just too many to mention. Mine was cruising up and down I-5, listening to the sweet strains of Kathy's voice harmonize with classic rock and roll tunes we'd grown up with. Nothing really tops that in my world. Beatles, Supertramp, Journey, Boston, on and on. We played the "name that artist" game to the songs which came up on the radio, which is what leads me to Life's biggest questions...one of which has to be....

When you're at a Saturday night dance, and Lynyrd Skynyrd's Freebird comes on..."How do you know when to start dancing fast?" Or in some cases, do you even end the slow dance part and break into the upbeat rock part? I recall being able to tell which couples were in serious relationships, cause they were the ones who kept right on slowwwwwww dancin!

We shared Saturday night dance stories from our adolescence, and reminisced about not only Freebird, but other artists and groups. We had more fun that two old farts are supposed to have. We think we'll go back soon.

My world at work...

2011-03-23T20:22:00.000-07:00

I have this extraordinary privilege to not only be the County Children's Services Director, but to hold those duties along side committed and compassionate community partners. Clergy, school administrators, community Non Profit executives, parents of the children we serve, and a host of other partners help our team serve our young people in what is widely acknowledged as one of the most effective Children's services models in the western U.S. It's a great place to live out my occupational fantasies. But all the professionals, for all the good we do, often don't reach those most affected by the tragedy of mental illness.

Placer is also a great place to live, and sometimes the living and the working bump into each other in subtle and wondrous ways. A few days past, I was having a breakfast meeting with some of my terrific partners from the County Office of Education. We were planning and scheming as we always do when we get together to figure out our shared professional worlds. We were one of two parties in the little Cafe in old Auburn...Marybelles. Good food, quiet atmosphere.

Toward the end of our meal and our meeting, in comes a rain soaked woman. Middle aged, but hard to tell really. What was obvious was the wear and burden of years of living life at war with a variety of demons. Nearly toothless, damp from the rain, or from having slept in the persistent waters that have soaked the north state the past few weeks, as she passed us to sit at an adjoining table, and next to the other party, the odor that accompanied her was overpowering. This was not the usual and expected smell of the homeless. It was unbearable. Bless my education associates, who know and understand the nature of what we do in the mental health world--they didn't bat an eye. But the other party, a young couple, could be heard to remark of their unhappiness that this woman had chosen this morning to join our parties for breakfast. Before I could turn my chair and engage the couple in a gentle lesson about what it means to be ill and impoverished, I got to witness a quiet and remarkable act. The kind that go on every day, all over the world...the type of behaviors that remind one that every single human being is worthy, every single person is a gift.

The proprietor, a woman of about 60 years, perhaps Mary Belle herself, working from behind the counter at the other end of the cafe, motions to the homeless guest. Up she rises from her seat, and they meet partway across the room, where the owner whispers to her softly, and gently takes her by the elbow. She leads her down the hallway to another room, a staff room perhaps, outside of view, and away from where her presence might create ill will for other patrons.

Returning, Marybelle speaks softly to the chef. A few minutes later, I notice her pick up the order;full plate of eggs, muffin, coffee, and fruit. She disappears into the back room. This cafe owner was not obligated to serve breakfast to this beautiful homeless child of God. Yet she did. Could have gotten away with a cup of coffee and a bagel. Nope. Not today anyway.

I don't know if my associates noticed all of this, as they were seated with their backs toward the center of the room. Perhaps it was just my gift today, to witness this grand act. In leaving, it was easy for me to include a little note, thanking Marybelle for her three gifts that morning....to the homeless woman, and to me, and to the community who owns its ill and unwanted.

I won't forget my breakfast at Marybelle's. But I will go back, soon as I can.

Brandon Davies is my Hero

2011-03-03T18:46:00.000-08:00

There is much information circulating around the suspension this week of Brandon Davies, a BYU basketball player. As a basketball fan, and BYU alum, I've been fascinated by much of it, as well as the massive amount of attention and rebuttal which Brandon's actions and the university's response have engendered. Many folks have been critical of the university for its actions. I understand the criticism, I think. I also have some thoughts about the situation.

Brigham Young University is a unique institution of higher learning. On its entry gates, is inscribed a portion of its mission statement, the well known Mormon scripture..."The glory of God is intelligence". Intelligence that, at least at BYU, is acquired, not just in listening to learned professors, or reading textbooks, but in attending religious services, completing community service, fulfilling church callings, attending devotional events, and a host of other processes.

The university, with the support of its students, alumni, board of directors and the millions of faithful church members who subsidize the costs of the university with their tithing dollars, have created a unique and very effective place in which students may come to study and grow. The entire campus community is intended to be a place where young people of faith can congregate to pursue the knowledge, skills and abilities, not just to make a living, but to do so in a way that glorify God. We believe that the most effective way to do that is to do it free from the distractions and influences which are present in most of the rest of the world. It is learning, accompanied and facilitated by the spirit of God. Those of us who have attended, notwithstanding its shortcomings, know it to be a truly unique place.

The university uses many structures to support this culture and community which allows students to learn, free from the world and its influences. Free from the distractions which would prevent this unique form of learning--by the spirit. Among those elements are practices such as beginning many classes with community prayer, attendance at weekly devotional events, and opportunities to serve one another, all of which give students the chance to live beyond themselves...to live and learn in His service. It's not unlike other religious institutions in all these ways. Where it goes a little further, is in the use of one other structure--the Honor Code.

One of the most powerful tools is the university's well known Honor Code. It provides brief but clear guidelines about behavior. It is this very shared behavioral standard which, when lived by all members of the community, fosters the unique culture of spiritual learning, and the pursuit of God's glory through knowledge and understanding. It is a code which we believe to be biblicaly based, and which is supported by both medical and social scientists, who counsel against non monogamous sex, and against consumption of alcohol by young people whose brains are still developing. It's a code of behavior which we believe to be inspired and which we know, from our personal experience, to be highly effective.

And this is where Brandon comes in. Apparently, he violated that Honor Code, and apparently, he willfully disclosed his actions to his coach, the Athletic Director and subsequently, to the Honor Code office. The code exists to keep the entire university community poised, prepared and ready to learn to its fullest extent. Brandon, even while knowing that his disclosure about breaking that code would cause pain and suffering to his family, friends, teammates, coaches and fans all over the world; in that moment which defines us as people, chose to disclose his mistake and to accept its consequences. In doing so, he reinforced for his fellow students, and alumni, the faculty and the board, and for every current, past and future BYU student, the very essence of spiritual learning that is Brigham Young University.

Thank you Brandon for doing the right thing, for exercising so much honor and character in a time of extraordinary inner turmoil. When the rest of humanity stands and wonders what would possess a young person to be so honest, when the cost is so high, you did the right thing! I will never forget you, and hope that students and student athletes will display the same integrity which you have. You are my newest hero.

Longfellow's Envy

2011-02-12T14:47:00.000-08:00

Mid February is among my favorite times of the year. Spring Training begins next week, and the sound of baseball's being struck and caught, and coaches and players playing and practicing. When the boys were little, I looked forward to spring for that reason. I'm hoping to do some volunteer umpiring this year, time permitting.

It's also time to begin training for Triathlon season. It's been nearly 18 months since major shoulder repair, and last year was a struggle. I'm looking forward to this season as the shoulder seems near fully recovered, most of the time. First events are in March, and I'm excited already.

But one of the best parts of mid February, and early spring, are the walks in the woods. My Katie and I have been spending evenings, or late afternoons walking these woods for nearly 13 years now. They're right outside the back door, and if you're quiet, in the morning or late evening, and stay very still, the cottontail will emerge to forage, or the hawks will be hunting. Wild Turkey, or deer abound, depending on time of day. Secret Ravine Creek is a year round waterway, emptying the Loomis basin. It's peaceful beyond words, magnified by the not so distant sounds of cars on the highway.

Today, the hint of green was evident in the oaks and cottonwoods and willow that adorn this little piece of nature. When the first bit of green is present in the trees, spring is very very close.

Our Sweet Mom Turns 50

2011-02-06T15:48:00.000-08:00

Fifty years ago this indescribably wonderful woman came into the world. The world has never been the same. We celebrated at Outback Steakhouse--dinner with the boys and Geoff's friend Alex. Kath and Rich also spent part of the weekend at one of our favorite spots, Nevada City and Grass Valley. Fun and relaxing, and great food.

Katherine is my hero. The keeper of my soul, and holder of my heart. Here is to fifty more extraordinary years together, to journey further and explore more deeply.

Happy Happy Birthday Momma. Love you forever, oh Katie, my Katie.

Those were good times...

2011-01-31T06:35:00.000-08:00

What a great adolescence I had. For many reasons, of course, but one of them had to do with the dilligent and caring adults who gave to me, and so many others, their time, energy and compassion, and taught us that we mattered to them. A dear friend recently sent me this photo of two of those people, but they are only examples of a host of kind and loving long-legged peeps who I knew truly cared about me.

This post is a tribute to those truly terrific adults, most of whom were part of our ward, but some, part of my educational community. The late, great Vince Wood; Toby Pingree, both pictured here, and to all the rest...who I hesitate to try to name, but hey, how do I pay tribute to them and ackknowledge their gift to me if I don't at least try to name them?

Russ Hutchins, Norm Canning, Phyllis Pingree, Jim Gautier, Ruth Challis, Jean Paulson, Biff McComas, Rick Miles, Clyde Davis, Hal Schmidt, Sterling Bench, Ford Paulson, and...(I reserve the right to add to this list whenever I want to, er, whenever I can remember).

Some of them came to my Little League games, cause they knew Mom was working. Some of them just put their arms around me at church to re assure me all would be well. Some of them taught me about the power of friendship. One of them taught me one of life's mandatory lessons, that if I was to expect forgiveness of Him, I had to deliver it to His other children.

So, pardon me for living in the past for a brief moment, but these great people, some now passed onward in their journey, deserve a personal remembrance from me. "Thank you" seems so inadequate.

Loss of a dear old friend...

2011-01-16T13:52:00.001-08:00

Saturday was a sad day. We lost the old Macintosh apple tree in the backyard, after a long battle with age and disease. I had gone out, as I'm programmed to on the third Saturday in January, to prune and spray all the trees, and feed the citrus. I'd been watching the Macintosh for a couple of years, and knew her time was short-lived.

Twelve years ago, when we purchased the property from Olan's widow, the tree was gnarled and malformed, and early signs of disease were evident. Pruning, during Olan's declining years, had not occured, and I had to surgically remove some pieces of the trunk that first winter. I sprayed and fed her, and she'd made a nice recovery. For the next few years, we enjoyed some tangy fruit, some years in abundance, some not.

Then, when we were away and the house was a rental, it was again, not well cared for. Upon our return here three years ago, the tree showed significant signs of ill health. I'd not held much hope for her, but she was hearty and produced pretty well the past two seasons, even if best for juicing.

Saturday morning, I had pruned the other trees, seeking to put off the inevitable, and as I ascended the ladder to gently prune a few misguided shoots from the Macintosh, it was apparent she was no longer viable. At the highest places on the main trunk, her disease was in full view. She was in obvious pain, and nothing in my limited skill set could save her.

I moved the ladder and fetched the chain saw. Said my goodbye's...and put her down.

The photo shows the remains, which we'll lovingly season, and on the first signs of next winter's chill, in mid November, that old Macintosh will be the honored first flame in the woodstove, where she'll give of herself one more time, as loving heat for the family home.

One of my favorite memories, is making juice with Glenn two years ago. We had fun picking and washing and tossing fruit in the juicer. I know, it was only a tree, but we'll miss that old, weary Macintosh.

The Lass who Captured Him

2011-01-09T15:46:00.000-08:00

My grandfather Harmon was an avid photographer, and as early as 1939, began taking movies of the family. We have, thanks to that extraordinary vision, a remarkable home video of "The Gathering of the Clan", which contains moving video of not only my parents, their families and my generation, but of my great grandparents. Early in that video, he wonderfully refers to Wanda as "the lass who captured him".

This post is a thank you. Thank you Grandpa and Grandma Harmon, for taking so many great pictures. And for so much more. For being people of great strength. For being remarkable examples of commitment and perseverance. For teaching so many, myself included, that we are beloved.

Grandpa would, in 1979, provide a Patriarchal Blessing to me that has helped me make my way in the world on many occasions. He would, three years later, seal my sweetheart, my Katie Jane, and me in the Oakland Temple--a gift which has proven priceless in many ways. In some future post, I'll share one of my poems I wrote a number of years ago about Grandpa and his big blue Lincoln Continental. But, for today, here are a couple of photos of the world's most extraordinary grandparents. These were taken at their Berkeley California home. The first would be 1960 or early 1961, as Grandma held me on her lap. The second must have been years later. Guessing 1975 or so.

Thanks again, you two. I look forward to catching up with you someday. And I'll bring the camera.

Our Geoff Rocks!

2010-12-30T05:32:00.001-08:00

Top 5 Reasons Why our Geoff Rocks our world!

1)Geoff pursues his passion, with passion. He's relentless in developing his musical abilities. Geoff has musical talents, acquired from his mother, but he's also spent the last 7 years developing them further, and building a portfolio which will one day pay off for him.

2)He's a loyal friend. Geoff was a social bug from the time he could walk and talk. He's got a number of good friends, and is a model of loyalty to them. We wish we had half the friends Geoff does.

3)Persistance is a trait Geoff has cultivated in recent years. A couple of years back, in seeking answers to some health issues, as doctors were unsuccessful, Geoff charted his own course to find a solution. He read, he studied, and found answers, in spite of obstacles and roadblocks. Today, he manages his health challenge without medical intervention of any kind.

4)Geoff loves to read and learn. He has always been a little skeptical of formal educational process, and yet he's an avid student of human behavior and philosophy. He pursues knowledge and information with an energy to be envied.

5)His open mind. I guess this is related to number four, but Geoff has the intellectual honesty to acknowledge that truth comes in many forms, and from different sources, and that people whose culture or world view is different from one's own, may just be the perfect person to hang with, in order to expand your own brain!

These are just a few of the reasons for which we love our little "Manny"!

Camping Fun

2010-08-31T19:42:00.000-07:00

Geoff and Rich went camping this weekend...first time we've camped in many years. Found a great quiet spot at Lake Davis, in Plumas National Forest, around 5200 feet. We knew the weather was going to be unpredictable, and we braved it anyway. We had a relaxing and fun time, but did get wet.

We did a very little biking, and otherwise ate and visited. On the way home, stopped at the gallows in Downieville.

Summer Vacation to Virginia

2010-07-24T18:26:00.000-07:00

We spent the last week in Arlington, VA with Shauna, Levi and the two most adorable grandchildren in the world. Here are a few photos. I hope Levi and Shauna will share more on their blog.

We celebrated Sam's 6th birthday, Shauna's 27th birthday, and had loads of fun all week long. Fishing the Potomac River, learning to shoot bows at Fort Belvoir, birthday in the park, movies, the Museum of Native American History, just to name a few of our terrific adventures.

We wish we were closer so these visits could be more frequent. Thanks Shauna and Levi for letting us hang in your hood this week! We miss you already.

Grandpa's Tri-ing to Stay Young

2010-07-14T19:27:00.000-07:00

Rich just finished his first Triathlon event since his shoulder surgery in April of last year. He was dissapointed in his time, but pleased that the shoulder survived the event without too much to complain of. These are sprint level events, and loads of fun. Thanks to Kathy for braving the early morning, and cheering him on.

Mom's Music

2010-07-07T05:53:00.000-07:00

Kathy's music has touched many hearts around the world. Her arrangements and original scores have been performed on four continents. After taking a number of years away from active composing while pursuing her Master's Degree, Kathy's latest anthem has been acknowledged by the church Music Composition with an Award of Merit. Once I get a link to a posted site where you can hear it, I'll add that here. Till then, just know how tough it is to be married to someone with so much talent!

www.knechtmusic.com

Dad's 50th Birthday

2010-04-23T21:12:00.001-07:00

We had a quiet but wonderful day celebrating Rich's 50th birthday. His county staff surprised him with a little party, complete with black streamers, way too many M and M's to count, and some thoughtful cards.

Got some terrific phone calls from dear old friends, and from grandkids far away. The Boren's called and sang an old Styx tune that would make Aunt Beth very proud. Some song about Plexiglass toilets....

Kathy and Rich enjoyed a quiet dinner at California Pizza Kitchen, where Rich had one of his favorite gourmet pizzas, the Wild Mushroom special. So, so good!

Many thanks for all the emails, calls and cards that made the day memorable. Love you all deeply!

The Bike Fundraiser three days before was modestly successful. We'd hoped to have a few more riders, but it was cold. We had 12 riders, a slew of volunteers, and some real fun. We raised $750 for Koinonia Family Services of Loomis. They'll put it to good use, and we'll plan for next year to be bigger and better.

Thanks to all who came out and supported us. You can read a bit more and see photos soon at the Family Foundation Blog site.

Another Good Book

2010-01-03T14:25:00.000-08:00

Just read the very light "The No Complaining Rule". Jon Gordon

I like it and will be re writing it to fit into my work duties, as perhaps...."The Positivity Rule".

The author suggests that you can't eliminate all complaining, but you can put parameters around it's use that not only minimize it's effects in the workplace, but which channel it into solution focused thinking.

Go check it out....

Happy Grandma's 80th Birthday

2010-01-03T14:13:00.000-08:00

Here are photos of Eunice's 80th birthday held in Walnut Creek last July. We missed so many grandkids and great grandkids, but it was terrific to see all who did attend. We went to the temple, Fenton's and the family photos and a host of other fun visiting.

Spring 2010 Fundraiser

2009-11-28T07:46:00.000-08:00

Just a quick early note that April 10th, in honor of Rich's 50th Birthday, we're sponsoring a little Bike Race. Email us for details, or call Rich at 916 303-0154.

$25 bucks get you breakfast, a T shirt and some sweet biking company through 25 miles of South Placer backroads. Proceeds benefit Placer County's Youth serving agencies.

Thanksgiving 2009

2009-11-28T07:27:00.000-08:00

The Rocklin Knechts enjoyed a quiet and stress free Thanksgiving day this year. Geoff and Dallin enjoyed a meal with Mom and Dad. Thanks Katie for all the toiling the day before and morning of. Your thanksgiving cooking is second to none. One special nuance this year was Katie's instinctive idea to whip the Sweet Potatoes in the Vita Mixer, to reduce the stringiness. It worked to perfection. Even Rich, who normally avoids the Orange Roots, enjoyed the taste and texture.

The highlight, as always, are Mom's home made rolls. Famous across Duffin territory, these rolls score every year.

After lunch, most of us went to "The Christmas Carol", Disney's latest. We love Jim Carey movies, and this one did not disappoint us.

We hope your Thanksgiving day was peaceful and relaxing too, and that you had a chance to ponder upon all His gifts to you.

Summer with Grandkids

2009-10-12T12:01:00.000-07:00

Sorry to post this so late, but you know, better late than....

Shauna and Levi brought the little ones to Rocklin in July for a week and we had the time of our lives! Here are a couple of photos, and a link to all the rest. It was heaven!

Dallin's Grad Day

2009-07-30T19:50:00.000-07:00

Here's the picks of Dallin's graduation, as promised. It was just Mom and Dad so we took turns posing with THE MAN!

Best Book I've Read Lately

2009-06-07T18:15:00.000-07:00

If you are looking for a quick and fun read, with some history thrown in, try "When Courage was Stronger Than Fear" Peter Hellman, MJF Publishers, New York. Its an account of incidents of Muslims and Christians who, in the middle of Hitler's rampage through Europe, put fear aside, and saved the lives of Jews. This is good reading, should be mandatory for some. You can get it here....

http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_ss_gw_0_20?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=when+courage+was+stronger+than+fear&sprefix=when+courage+was+str

Rome Temple

2009-06-07T17:33:00.001-07:00

Here's a link to the current status of the Rome Italy temple.

http://www.ldschurchtemples.com/rome/aerial/

I am saving my pennies to attend the dedication. Having spent two wonderous years there (1979--81), I can honestly say that I would not have imagined a temple in my lifetime. The work is difficult for many reasons, but it was a set of experiences that were and are priceless to me. I have memory upon memory of my companions, my neighbors, my investigators, and my FOOD!

There are less than 23K members nationwide. There were some 7K members there in 1978, and so you can see how tepid the work goes. Alas, its not on our timeline that these things happen. Anyway, enjoy the update, and I'll post new stuff as it comes along. Somewhere, if I had time, I'd find the photos I have of this region. There is a chapel and district not far from this site, and I spent two months there in 1980.

Kathy and I did get back there in 2001 with our oldest, Shauna. She had asked, for a graduation gift, to visit Liverpool. So, the three of us spent two weeks seeing Liverpool, London, Paris, Grenoble, Verona, and host of other places. It was heaven. Can't wait to go back when the Temple is ready.

Dallin Graduation

2009-06-07T17:24:00.000-07:00

Well, a hallmark has been reached. We are now the proud parents of no Public School aged children. Dallin Glenn Knecht received his high school diploma from Del Oro High School yesterday! We're proud of you lad. Next up, who knows.....life's an adventure, right?

If I can find the photos of the event, I'll add them later...

We celebrated a bit early, with dinner out with Geoff and his sweety Chelsey, Wednesday night. Good times had by all.

Greetings and Welcome

2009-05-25T18:05:00.000-07:00

I've been meaning to come into the 21st Century for some time, although last century was oh so good to me. We finally decided to start a family blog page, so you can keep up with us, or so we can keep up with ourselves perhaps.