Caveat: Frogs and horses, why are they?

Frogs and horses, why are they?

Time is inescapable.
A burden.  We cannot ever
escape.  A child knows not time
but they make him learn.
They throw it on his back,
and he never notices
until one day,
then it is too late,
and they are happy.

[The "retroblogging" project:  this is a "back-post" transcribed from paper on 2010-11-28.  I've decided to "fill-in" my blog all the way back.  It's a big project.  But there's no time limit, right? The above entry was undated, but I'm guessing sometime around the end of 1981, based on which journal it was in and what was nearby – I didn't always fill in my paper journals linearly.] 

Caveat: 1980

I just went to high school. I walked a lot in the fog. I played dungeons and dragons a lot with my friends, Wade and Richard. I spent the summer with my uncle, who was in Boise County, Idaho, at this time. I contemplated becoming a Mormon, just to annoy the hell out of my parents, and because the church was conveniently located across the street, and I envied the sense of community the Mormons at school projected. I also remember telling my mom that if I could vote, I would vote for Reagan, though I suspect this didn't annoy her as much as I hoped.

[This entry is part of a timeline I am making using this blog. I am writing a single entry for each year of my life, which when viewed together in order will provide a sort of timeline. This entry wasn't written in 1980 – it was written in the future.]

Caveat: 1979

That Spring I travelled to Europe with my father, stepmother, sister and stepsister. I liked Europe – I tried to speak French and pretended I was alone and not with those American tourists. I graduated from the 8th grade with the feeling I was destined to always be alone. My mother separated from her second husband and we moved back into the house in town on A Street at 11th Street in Arcata. I hated high school before it even started. I felt fear every day.

[This entry is part of a timeline I am making using this blog. I am writing a single entry for each year of my life, which when viewed together in order will provide a sort of timeline. This entry wasn’t written in 1979 – it was written in the future.]

Caveat: 1978

This was the year at the 'ranch' – my stepfather's farm on the Arcata bottoms up against the Lamphere Dunes near the beach. I disliked my stepfather and my mother was clearly distressed by this marriage of hers, but I chose not to give a damn. I had a little hut that was a sort of detached bedroom. I listened to Cat Stevens and drew pictures and watched the rain. I took very long walks along the one lane roads of the bottomlands. I decided that I liked math, and over the course of the year – the end of 7th grade and beginning of 8th grade – I went from being rather remedial at math to being very good at it.

[This entry is part of a timeline I am making using this blog. I am writing a single entry for each year of my life, which when viewed together in order will provide a sort of timeline. This entry wasn't written in 1978 – it was written in the future.]

Caveat: 1977

This year was the 'exile from Eden.' I ended 6th grade at Centering School, and began a VERY traumatic transition to 7th grade at public middle school. I have always believed this was the single most traumatic experience of my entire childhood – more than my parents' divorce. My mother chose this year to remarry, too. I was very angry and resentful about this. 7th grade sucked.

[This entry is part of a timeline I am making using this blog. I am writing a single entry for each year of my life, which when viewed together in order will provide a sort of timeline. This entry wasn't written in 1977 – it was written in the future.]

Caveat: 7th Grade

1977_ArcataCAJared7thGradeMy 7th Grade school picture. I don't particularly like this picture, but it's what I looked like.

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Caveat: Driving Across Canada in a Bug

Ann (mom), my sister and I drove across Canada in a bug. I don't have many pictures from that epic adventure. But here are two I found. I think they are both somewhere in Ontario – maybe the north shore of Lake Superior? It was the land of one million mosquitoes.

Betsy the Bug.

1977_LakeSuperiorONBetsyTheBugCamping

Jared and some random stranger. I remember the green baseball cap, which was a permanent attachment to my head that year.

1977_LakeSuperiorONJaredAndStranger

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Caveat: 1976

5th through 6th grade at Centering School were the best years of my childhood. I was popular at school, I learned a lot, and I was relatively happy, in my low-key way. I we meditated after lunch. We voted on what to study. We made a lot of art projects and did drama. We went to camp at Wolf Creek and slept in canvas-covered geodesic domes.

[This entry is part of a timeline I am making using this blog. I am writing a single entry for each year of my life, which when viewed together in order will provide a sort of timeline. This entry wasn't written in 1976 – it was written in the future.]

Caveat: 1975

That Spring my parents divorced. 4th grade sucked. My mother enrolled me at Centering School, a private, alternative, 'hippie' school for 5th grade. I really liked Centering School. I walked the length of 11th street, from my house on the edge of the hill as A Street down to the school, which that first year was in the Methodist Church (that it rented) near Q Street. I staged mock 'superhero battles' with my friend Steven during recess.

[This entry is part of a timeline I am making using this blog. I am writing a single entry for each year of my life, which when viewed together in order will provide a sort of timeline. This entry wasn't written in 1975 – it was written in the future.]

Caveat: 1974

Moore Avenue school closed, and I ended up at Alice Birney Elementary in
Eureka for the remainder of my 3rd grade year. I walked home sometimes,
alone, and it seemed very, very far – epic. Then that summer the
commune house in Eureka seemed to fall apart, and so we took a long trip
to see my grandparents at their summer home in Colorado. My parents
forgot my 9th birthday – I think they were stressed. I started 4th grade
at Edgemere Elementary School in Oklahoma City, because we were staying
with my grandparents there. By Christmas, however, we were back in
Arcata and I was at Sunnybrae Elementary.

[This entry is part of a timeline I am making using this blog. I am writing a single entry for each year of my life, which when viewed together in order will provide a sort of timeline. This entry wasn't written in 1974 – it was written in the future.]

Caveat: Worst Birthday Ever

My grandparents (mother's side) had invested in a future retirement home in Meeker, Colorado, though they still lived in Oklahoma City at this time. But my Aunt Frances (my mom's aunt) lived in Meeker already. We were visiting them, on a long road trip of some kind. I distinctly remember my parents forgot it was my birthday on this trip, and so we ended up celebrating it a day or two late, at my Aunt Frances' house, after my reminding them. I look happy in this picture, but I remember it as a traumatic experience. My father (I think that's my father – I barely recognize him) looks like Meathead from All In The Family. My sister looks very cute. I have no idea who the little one is.

1974_MeekerCOJaredsWorstBirthdayEver

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Caveat: 1973

I liked Moore Avenue school. My best friend was Steven. And I was
friends with his sister Jeannine too. Along with my sister, we formed a
sort of idyllic, hermetic community of children. This is the time when the Eureka H Street house experiment began: my parents bought a giant old Victorian house in Eureka that we shared with another family – it was like a commune when you added in various attachments and relatives on both sides. Each year at Thanksgiving
we drove to La Honda (near Palo Alto) for a giant hippie Thanksgiving
event.

[This entry is part of a timeline I am making using this blog. I am writing a single entry for each year of my life, which when viewed together in order will provide a sort of timeline. This entry wasn't written in 1973 – it was written in the future.]

Caveat: Sebastian

1972_ArcataCAJaredSebastianSebastian was a cat that attached himself to our family. I associate Sebastian with the song "The Cat Came Back" because my father would sing that song and it always seemed to be referring to that cat, because my mother didn't like cats but somehow Sebestian managed to ingraciate himself into her good graces nevertheless.

 

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Caveat: 1972

I remember the drive from Arcata to Eureka with dad in the Model A
(1928 Ford – dad's main car), because school was at Moore Avenue in
Eureka but we lived in Arcata. Sometimes at night, driving home late in
the Model A, the loud roar of the old car's engine would lull me to
sleep. I developed the idea that there was an alien landing site
somewhere near Indianola. I think it was because of the colored airport
lights at Murray Field, north of Eureka along Highway 101. I also
remember thinking that the aliens were watching me. I KNEW that if I
could behave in a sufficiently idiosyncratic manner, they would 'rescue'
me from my exile on Earth.

[This entry is part of a timeline I am making using this blog. I am writing a single entry for each year of my life, which when viewed together in order will provide a sort of timeline. This entry wasn't written in 1972 – it was written in the future.]

Caveat: The Daisies in Redwood Park

Redwood Park is the park in Arcata, my hometown, that was just a few blocks up the hill from our house. I'm pretty sure this is at Redwood Park. I think I'm smelling the daisies.

1972_ArcataCAJared

[The "retroblogging" project:  this is a "back-post" written and added 2012-12-25.  I've decided to "fill-in" my blog all the way back.  It's a big project.  But there's no time limit, right?]