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.

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

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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.
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Caveat: The Original Mummy

Prefiguring future Halloween activities during my stint teaching in South Korea (2007-2018), I dressed as a mummy for Halloween when I was age 11 in 1976.
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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.
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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.
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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.

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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 hanksgiving event.
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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.
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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.

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Caveat: 1971

Rumor has it I was alive through all of 1971. I don’t recall much.
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Caveat: The Pink Blow-Up Bunnies My Mother Hated More Than Anything

1970_ArcataCAJaredSamaraPinkRabbits

I have no idea what the exact date on this photo is, but I think it was sometime around winter of 70~71. I could be off by a year or so either way. But here is where I put it.

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Caveat: 1970

Rumor has it I was alive through all of 1970. I don’t recall much.
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Caveat: 1969

Rumor has it I was alive through all of 1969. I don’t recall much.
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Caveat: 1968

Rumor has it I was alive through all of 1968. I don’t recall much.
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Caveat: 1967

Rumor has it I was alive through all of 1967. I don’t recall much.
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Caveat: 1966

Rumor has it I was alive through all of 1966. I don’t recall much.
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Caveat: Arbitrary time-keeping system

My first New Year's was pretty uneventful, from my perspective.

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Caveat: 1965

I was born. I was disoriented. I cried. I ate. I wiggled and gazed. I don’t recall much.
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Caveat: Welcome to Earth.

According to my mother, I was born.  I don’t remember.  Probably, it was pretty traumatic.
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