Friday, January 17, 2025

Family and Home

 Family

What does family mean to you? Take a minute to maybe write down your own definition of a family. If you compare your definition of a family with others, you would find both similarities and differences. For example, would your definition of family include:
  1. A friend or neighbor who is not a blood or legal relative

  2. An adopted or foster child

  3. Children who were once step-siblings after the remarried couple divorces

  4. A married couple without children

  5. A person who cannot live independently on their own

  6. A sibling who married outside the family’s religious faith

  7. A beloved family dog or cat

You might be surprised to learn how others respond to these different family types. In fact, you might be surprised at how you respond to these different family types. What would be your reasoning for including a particular family type or leaving them out? Defining who is and is not family is foundational to your identity, communication, and how you live your life. 

As part of navigating life’s many challenges, finding and being welcomed as family is one of our most central needs and a gift we can offer to others. We also take comfort in knowing there is no one way to be a family. This knowledge helps us understand and appreciate families in all their breadth and richness as they develop and change over the course of our lives. Rather than put up roadblocks, we all have an opportunity to benefit, learn from, and support families among our neighbors, community members, and among our own household and extended family. 

There is no perfect family, we do not have perfect parents, we do not marry a perfect person or we do not have perfect children. We have complaints from each other. We can not live together without offending one another. We are constantly disappointed. Yes for so many reasons at different times we are disappointed by one another. 
 
There is no healthy marriage or healthy family without the exercise of forgiveness. Forgiveness is the medicine of family joy and happiness. Forgiveness is vital to our emotional health and spiritual survival. No matter the offense or who is the offender. Without forgiveness, the family becomes an arena of conflict and a fortress of evil. Without forgiveness, the family becomes sick and unhealthy.  Forgiveness is the healer of the soul, the purification of the spirit and the liberation of the heart. 
 
No sin is too big to be forgiven. He who does not forgive does not have peace in his soul  and can not have communion with God. Unforgiving is Evil and a poison that intoxicates and kills the one who refuses to forgive.  Keeping heartache of unforgiving  in your heart is a self-destructive gesture. Those who do not forgive are physically, emotionally and spiritually ill. 
 
For this reason, the family must be a place of life and not a place of death; a place of forgiveness, a place of paradise and not a place of hell; A healing territory and not a disease; an internship of forgiveness and not guilt.
Forgiveness brings joy where sorrow has brought sadness; of Healing where sorrow has caused  disease. 
 
A family is a place of support and not of gossip and slander of one another. It must be a place of welcome not a place of rejection. Shame to those who plant evil about others. The individuals who form a family are not enemies. When anyone in a family is going through a challenge they need support of others in that family.

Home

What images does your mind conjure up when you think of home? The house where you grew up? Family? Friends? A city or town? The house where you presently live? Or is home a state of mind?  

When I think of home I think of love. It is where I get love and give love, freely with no strings attached. Home to me, is not a “place” it is a collective group of personal attitudes and emotions from the people around me that accept me and my life as it is, with no apologies, no expectations and requiring no changes.
 
Home is a feeling of belonging, where my beliefs are not held against me; where my actions or inaction are not judged; where my words are not manipulated or taken out of context. It's a place of peace and happiness and a reflection of my identity.  

My concept of home has been shaped by culture, both my wife's culture and mine, along with our families and experiences. Home is a place where I can reflect on the past, a place where I can talk about the present without fear of judgement or resentment and a place to dream about the future. Home is that little slice of paradise that is completely my own. Home is also something I am willing to share with those who try to understand me and my life without judgement or resentment. 
 
I left home when I was really just a boy of 18. Fresh out of High School and classified "1A" for the Vietnam draft. I found that I could get an education, see the world and possibly not have to engage in combat if I enlisted in the Navy. 
 
I spent 11 years in the Navy, I received an education in electronic and computer communications and networks that was recognized around the world. I traveled extensively throughout Asia and the Pacific. At one point, I was asked to participate in a special mission that would involve combat. I volunteered
without hesitation or reluctance; willingly accepting the mission. Probably because I wasn't fully prepared for the intensity of wartime death and destruction, I fell into a deep state of depression upon returning to the US. 
 
Because I was cogent of what I had done in the name of combat, and of my depression I was ashamed of both. That made it hard for me to communicate with people, especially those who had military experience. I had few friends and it was very hard to make new ones. Two things kept me going for 8 years, phone calls to my Mother and I was really good at my job. 
 
Then one day I walked into a Church and asked God for help. A few days later, I met a beautiful young woman who gave me a reason to live, and later, someone to love. My healing of heart, mind and soul started the day we met and continues. 

In America ours is a culture of "Me and Mine" in my wife's country it is a culture of sharing. In America we put ourselves first, what's mine is mine, what's yours is yours. When we share we call it a good deed, pat ourselves on the back for doing good. In my wife's country, sharing is a part of everyday life. You don't have to be family of even a friend to share or receive from those who share. "love your neighbor" is a way of life, not just a commandment we say should be followed.    

Although I was not a Catholic at the time, I was married in the Catholic Church with a full Nuptial Mass. It took a long time for us to find a Priest that would marry us, but our persistence paid off. I had to attend a lot of meetings and classes. At first I had a few misgivings about things I didn't fully understand at that time, but my love for my future wife was much more powerful than the misgivings. I was honest with myself, my future wife, the leaders of the Church and with God. 
 
My siblings have called me a failure as a son and a brother because I did not come back home when I was discharged from the Navy. To them I say, Read Genesis 2:23 & 24, Ephesians 5:31 and Matthew 19:5. I'm following God's plan, not my own. 
 
About Man and Woman in the Garden of Eden Genesis 2:23 & 24 - And the man said: “This is now bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh; she shall be called ‘woman,’ for out of man she was taken.” For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and they will become one flesh. 
“For this reason a man shall leave his father and mother and be joined to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh” is also Bible verse that appears in Ephesians 5:31 and Matthew 19:5.
 
God's original plan for Man was for him to leave his parents and siblings and start a new life with his wife who has become one with him through the covenant of marriage witnessed by God. 

My siblings have called me an idol worshiper because I now have Catholic beliefs. I was, along with my siblings, raised in a Baptist family. After much study and reflection on my own life, I find Catholic beliefs are no different from Baptist beliefs. The difference between Catholic and Baptist is not in beliefs but in how we worship. Catholicism is more spiritual than Baptist worship. To my siblings, I ask do you think of our Mother, who was raised in a Catholic family, as an idol worshiper; to my one sibling who married a Catholic man, do you think of him as an idol worshiper, and how about your children who are Catholic, are they idol worshipers? 
 
My siblings have said I should have known better than to voluntarily enlist in the US Navy and volunteer to go to combat when asked. To that I ask do you think that our father who was one of the first to hit the beach at Attu Island in Alaska during WWII should have known better? How about most of the men in our family of the previous generation, should they have known better than to enlist in military service during WWII? To my sibling who married a Vietnam Veteran, should he have known better? I'm proud of my military service, every minute of it. 
 
My siblings say I hate my Mother. I don't know where that comes from, my Mother and I were very close, She kept me going during the time I was suffering through a very deep depression. If it wasn't for our Mother, I wouldn't be here posting this today, I would have succumb to the affects of my depression long before I met my wife. 
 
My wife and I are under 2 Flags, from 2 Countries, of 2 Cultures, but of 1 Heart. Families should also be of one heart and that heart should be nurtured through love and respect. 

 


Friday, January 10, 2025

Winterville (in progress 1-10-25)

In 2004 Lolita and I both got jobs at East Carolina University (ECU) in Greenville NC. After a few months, we found a house in Winterville NC.
 
The area is called East Carolina. About one hour from the coast, its steeped in American and Nautical history, with beautiful mountains to the west, the highest on the East Coast; beautiful rolling plains of the Piedmont area; and the most beautiful and dangerous coastline anywhere in the world.
 
Lolita was faculty in the ECU Lifelong Learning Program.  I started out managing the North Carolina Research and Education Network (NCREN) on the main campus. My job was to provide the technology for international University programs and in many cases, assist professors in creating international programs. ... Today, we are both retired from ECU.

Town of Winterville  

Winterville NC 

Town of Winterville - FB 

 

Fresno (in progress updated 1-10-25)

Fresno was great for us, we both had good jobs, Lolly at Fresno State University and me with the city. Even with house and car payments we were able to furnish our house and save money. While we were there, I finished my bachelor degree in Network Engineering. I was lucky, because Lolly was faculty, I could go to the University for $5 per semester. ... Not a bad deal!  

I don't have a picture of our Fresno house, as soon as I find one I'll get it here.

 

Imperial Beach (in progress updated 1-10-25)

After we got married we lived in Coronado Manor Apartments, very close to Imperial Beach and the border. 


We were there for about 3 years? I was working out in the Mohave Desert and came home on weekends. Lolly taught school at St. Charles Catholic School just around the corner from the apartment. Then she got a great job offer at California State University at Fresno. So, we went there and bought our first house.

San Diego (in progress updated 1-10-25)

 

San Diego was where I was discharged from the Navy. I had a GREAT job lined up a month before I got out. I was living in an apartment at the corner of Mission Gorge Road and Zion Avenue.  I was in an apartment on the opposite side of the front. I was living there when I met Lolly.
 

Across the street on Zion Ave. was a small shopping area. It had a grocery store, small hardware store, a barbershop, tavern and Thrifty drugstore. Across the street on Mission Gorge Rd. was another small shopping area with an IHop restaurant (at that time it was called Sambo's). Today, the whole area is one big shopping mall with a hospital behind it. There wasn't much traffic when I was living there, but it's probably hard to get out of the apartment complex now. I'm glad I'm not there anymore. It's REALLY built up.

US Navy (in progress updated 1-10-25)

I left for the Navy and the USS Oriskany in 1969.I came back for a short while, about a month, in 1976, after my second enlistment. I had every intention of getting out of the Navy but I could not find a job that paid enough for me to get an apartment and live on my own. So, back I went to the Navy and the USS Longbeach



New Lenox (in progress updated 1-10-25)

The second house I remember was in New Lenox Illinois. The town was originally named Tracey in honor of the general superintendent of the Rock Island Railroad. Mr. Tracy later requested that the community be renamed New Lenox after the Township which was named after Lenox, New York. The Village of New Lenox wasn't officially created until October 4, 1946. New Lenox is known as "The Home of Proud Americans", which exemplifies the quality of life in the community.

329 Poplar Lane, New Lenox Illinois. It looks a lot different now than when it did when I left. When I left in 1869, the garage wasn't there nor was the connecting structure to the house. Dad built all that. The second garage (far right) wasn't there either. It looks great now.  

I went from 6th grade at Oster-Oakview school through Lincoln-Way High School (now called LW Central...there are 3 LWs now) in this house. I was baptized in the First Baptist Church of New Lenox just after I turned 18.  

I can't say that I did it because of my "beliefs". At that age and during that time I was interested in only 3 things; cars, girls and the Vietnam draft. I was 1A and could not get out of it. So, I enlisted in the Navy. Looking back, I really can't say that I was a "Christian" man, I was just "covering all the bases" with the baptism. 

I loved this house, at the end of a dead-end street. There was a lot of land with it. We grew just about all the fruit and vegetables we needed. Mom canned enough to get us through the winter. We also raised chickens for eggs and meat. At the far end there was a creek running through it. I could have an adventure every day.  

Oaklawn (in progress updated 1-10-25)


The first house that I remember living in was at 6828 West 96th Place in Oaklawn Illinois. (I can't believe I still remember the address) My dad built the garage, it was a kit that he had delivered, then he bought extra material and built it 10 feet longer and 10 feet wider than a standard garage back then (1950s). I remember he had a pot-bellied wood burning stove in there for the cold winter days. The house had an attached garage but my Dad turned it into a playroom. Behind the house off a little to the right was a Baptist Church that we went to. Donald Smith Memorial Baptist Church. 
 


 
I remember the Pastor was a real short guy. We all called him Dr. Dick
 
Now it's St. Mary's Malankara Orthodox Syrian Church. It still looks the same as I remember it on the outside but the inside has changed a lot. Like me, it converted. The original Baptist Church was a memorial to a boy who drowned at Fox Lake in a boating accident.  

I went to an elementary school called Dearborn Heights Elementary School, just a few blocks from home. Now it is Kolmar Avenue Elementary School. It's gotten much bigger than it was when I went there. When it was Dearborn Heights, we had a lot of grassy fields around it where we played baseball football and all kinds of other stuff.   
 
The history of Oak Lawn, Illinois, began in the early 19th century when individuals purchased large tracts of land in the area. The village was incorporated in 1909 and experienced rapid growth in the 1950s and 1970s. Oak Lawn is known for some of its popular attractions, which include: Children's Museum in Oak Lawn. Juicy Luzy Sangria, and the South Side Escape Rooms. If you're interested, you can read more about Oak Lawn's local history at the library
 
Oak Lawn Illinois - Wikipedia 

 

Chicago (in progress updated 1-10-25)

I was born in Chicago in the old - Cook County Hospital. Chicago, on Lake Michigan in Illinois, is among the largest cities in the U.S. The City of Chicago is located on land that is and has long been a center for Native peoples. The area is the traditional homelands of the Anishinaabe, or the Council of the Three Fires: the Ojibwe, Odawa, and Potawatomi Nations. 
 
I don't remember much about Chicago; just going to my Grand Parents apartment, my Uncle Bob's house and my Uncle Charles's house. Uncle Bob had a ton of kids, I remember my Mom telling me he worked on the docs unloading ships from the lakes and that he worked on merchant ships during WWII. Uncle Bob was Mom's brother. Uncle Charles was Dad's brother, he and Dad both worked at Fisher Body Division of General Motors. Dad and Uncle Charles were mechanics working on the big machines that stamped out parts for General Motors cars. 
 
I'm not sure of where we lived when I was born, whether it was somewhere in Chicago or Oaklawn. I have a birth certificate somewhere around here, it might have where we lived on it. As soon as I find it again I'll check.  
 
Famed for its bold architecture, Chicago has a skyline punctuated by skyscrapers such as the iconic John Hancock Center, 1,451-ft. Willis Tower (formerly the Sears Tower) and the Neo-Gothic Tribune Tower. The city is also renowned for its museums, including the Art Institute of Chicago with its noted Impressionist and Post-Impressionist works.  
 
Chicago is also an international hub for finance, culture, commerce, industry, education, technology, telecommunications, and transportation. It has the largest and most diverse finance derivatives market in the world, generating 20% of all volume in commodities and financial futures alone. 

 

Chicago Walking Tour
 
Chicago Travel Guide

The Potawatomi Tribe
Potawatomi Beliefs
Potawatomi Cultural Center 
History & Culture of the Ojibwe Tribe 
Ojibwe People
Ojibwe History and Culture 
Ottawa Tribe History 
Ottawa Culture
Ottawa Heritage