Saturday, January 30, 2021

Winning the Vaccine Sweepstakes

 

     I feel today as if we just won the lottery or Publishers Clearing House Sweepstakes.  Against long odds Wendy and I had our initial Covid 19 vaccinations on Friday, January 29th. We are so very relieved.
    Once Covid 19 vaccines began to be available, Wendy and I decided to emphasize getting vaccinated as soon as possible.  While we had been quite careful, I had a sense that our luck might run out in avoiding the infection.  The possibility of running into someone who was infected but symptom-free, or just coming down with the disease seemed too high for comfort.  Also a new strain that was more highly infectious was being mentioned on the news.  Vaccine started to be available for some high priority persons, like medical personnel and first responders, and, in the news, for persons over 75.  We were glad when our new governor extended the definition of vulnerable elderly to 70 and over, which meant that Wendy and I could get the shots together.  We were also grateful to be in Utah, because some other states seemed to be setting other priorities, like minorities or prison inmates.
    The county health departments in Utah were giving the shots.  Several weeks ago, Matthew and Kimberly had become aware that some over-70 people in their ward had gotten appointments to be vaccinated and advised us of the process, which involved finding out the date and time when a new appointments could be set up, then getting on the county health website to make an appointment.  The competition for appointments was pretty fierce.  Matthew helped us locate the Utah County Health Department website, and register our phone to get text messages when more appointments could be made for vaccinations.  Then the message came that the county had some more of the vaccine and new appointments would be made at 7 p.m. on Tuesday, January 19th.  Wendy and I each got on our cell phones and Matthew and Brianna on their computers at that time.  There were so many persons on at that time that the county scheduler system crashed and no appointments made at all according to the feedback we had.  The next day I got a message saying that the county would be making some system fixes and we could contact them on Saturday morning at 8:30 a.m. to make appointments through a phone number they supplied.  Wendy and I tried but kept getting a busy signal.  After 30 minutes, I gave up.  Wendy kept trying and after 53 minutes, got a message instructing her to go to the appointment website.  But when she followed this direction, the only information was that she found was all appointments were filled.
    On Thursday, January 21, we got the notice that more slots would be available that evening at 7 p.m., on the appointment website, and these would be in Spanish Fork at the old Shopko building.  We tried both the Web and the smart phone routes.  After about 10 minutes, Wendy got access, but there was only one single appointment that seemed to remain.  Wendy tried to schedule that for me, but someone filled it before she could claim it.
    We were discouraged.  A day or two later Wendy learned that one of her lady friends who lives in Highland in the north part of county was able to make an appointment for the Spanish Fork site, no less.  We decided to try to get more information to become more competitive.  Wendy called her friend back for details.  Her daughter had actually made the appointment.  She signed on to the appointment website three or four minutes prior to 7 p.m. and then kept hitting the refresh/reload button (near circle with an arrow head) every few seconds.  We decided to follow this practice when the next sign up date and time occurred.  We also felt it was advantage to have multiple persons trying to access the site for us.  Using a computer also seemed to have advantages of faster manipulation than a smart phone.
    The next appointment setting time came to us on Wednesday afternoon the 27th, for that evening at 7 p.m.  We were at the cabin.  We wanted to have multiple devices accessing the appointment site including computers.  We had my laptop with us, so not have internet access there.  In the late afternoon we drove around various places, like the Homestead to see if they had unsecured wifi, but no luck.  We then called Matthew and he agreed to help, even to the point of delaying attendance at a meeting.
    Implementing our plan: Just before 7 pm our team had Matthew at home on computer, Erin at Matthew’s on a second computer, Wendy on her smart phone at the cabin, and I on the phone with Matthew to coordinate all this.  The three accessing people were all logged onto the Utah County Health Covid appointment site by 6:55. And in a moment each began to tap the reload button every few seconds.  At about 7:01 Matthew informed us that he was in to the appointment page so he took the lead in completing the scheduling of our two vaccinations, for Friday Jan 29th at 10:10 a.m., at the Spanish Fork Shopko site.
    We drove home Thursday from Midway where an e-mail awaited us with forms to complete and other instructions.  We got to the Shopko building at about 9:50 am this morning, and started to follow the written instructions that we got in the email to not be early but sit in the car and wait.  A nice man who had just finished his vaccination and was leaving, knocked on our car window and said that there was a long line and the staff are not worrying about your official time, so go on in and get started.  We did this, and got in line to go to various tables in preparation for the shots.  We got the shots at 10:57, so had been in line and visiting tables for just about an hour.  After the shots we were sent to a waiting area for 20 minutes, to se if we had any after effects.  We had none.  Then we were able to schedule our second shots for February 19th.
    The shots affected us similarly to our annual flu shots.  We were instructed to rotate our arm around a bunch, and to do a little rubbing on the site of the shot.  I wasn’t affected further.  After 24 hours had passed, I did not notice any after-effects, other than that the injection spot was a little tender.  Wendy still feels some soreness in her shoulder muscle, but is functioning.

Thursday, January 28, 2021

“By Natural Means”

    Just recently, I have found strong support on a religious issue those arose in my youth as a point of contention with an evangelical preacher:
    “I recall one experience at the Glenwood church.  My parents, especially my mother, must have tried to answer my questions or teach me something about how they believed the Lord worked, typically through the laws of nature, in order to develop his creations.  I was probably about 12 or 13 at the time.  One evening we were at the church to hear an evangelist from Portland give a sermon.  We got there early and I was with a small of young people at the front of the chapel.  The preacher came up to the pulpit and began to ask our little group some religious questions.  I, being one of the older kids in the group and probably one of the more knowledgeable about religion, was giving most of the answers.  Finally, came this question, “How did God make the earth?”
    “I pondered this for a moment, then raised my hand, and answered, “By natural means.”
    “The preacher paused for a moment, and then it appeared that there was a flush or redness that started below his short collar and rose up to envelop his entire head.  Then he said in a loud voice, “NO! God said “Let there be the earth.” (Snapping his fingers) And there it was.”
    “That ended the youth discussion.
    “I was taken back by the confrontiveness of his response.  As we were traveling home in our car, I asked my parents, “I was right, wasn’t I?”  (p. 90, “Robert Eugene Lewis, Personal History, Part 1")

    Here is some discussion regarding God’s creative strategies by Melinda Brown, based on thoughts presented by President Russell M. Nelson:
    “Heavenly Father is a God of law, working within such frameworks as the basics of cause and effect, as well as the complexities of divine design and eternal purpose. President Nelson has taught, "Whether in the predictability of the tides, the phases of the moon, or the location of stars in the sky ... law and order undergird all creation." Organizing the elements was, is, and will continue to be accomplished in a highly structured fashion, based on natural laws designed, implemented, and adhered to by God.
    As Alma testified to Korihor, "All things denote there is a God," whether or not we fully understand the natural principles and systems governing His creations. Even a lepidopterist who spends his entire professional career studying butterflies has more to learn. Still, noticing and appreciating the divinity of the natural world doesn't require an advanced degree. Nature's patterns are everywhere, and each is a manifestation and reminder of the underlying order in God's creations.
    Consider the concentric growth rings visible in a felled tree or the predictable five-petal motif on every sand dollar. More "advanced" patterns, like the helix of a giant sunflower or a chambered nautilus, impress even the most apathetic student of nature. And the self-similar symmetry of fractals is awesome. Found in such diverse and wide-ranging natural applications as mountain ranges, cottonwood trees, and broccoli florets, fractals demonstrate spectacular scaling, reminding the observer that, even in nature, the steady repetition and expansion of small and simple things eventually grows greatness. Indeed, "all things bear record of [Him]."
    Learning to maneuver within the parameters of natural law is a crucial part of the mortal experience because it allows for relatively predictable outcomes as we exercise agency. Much of the fun of spending time with a toddler lies in watching him or her figure out how the world works, experimenting with the orderliness of physical laws and their consequences. For example, gravity provides seemingly endless entertainment for baby, dropping her toy to the ground and watching Dad or Mom retrieve it repeatedly. The fun turns to frustration, though, when Mom and Dad quit playing and the toy is out of reach. At that point, the lack of intervention promotes powerful learning, and baby decides to hold on to the toy. The sooner her parents step back and let nature take its course, the more quickly she learns. Natural consequences are some of the most efficient and effective teachers, thanks to their predictability and consistency. When a child sees everyone, including her or his parents, living with the same rules and the same results, fighting fades to acceptance and acceptance fosters ingenuity. What a brilliant system!  (Melinda Wheelwright Brown “Eve and Adam,” 46-47, Deseret Book, 2020)

    Here is more discussion on the topic by President Nelson, from the book by Sheri Dew (Insights from a Prophets Life, Deseret Book, 2019)
    "It always works, because divine law is irrefutable."
    During Russell's internship and residency, his appreciation for the predictability and power of natural law increased exponentially. Even with the finest skills a medical school could teach, surgeons have no healing power themselves. They must depend upon law to help the body heal.
    In the early stages of pioneering work in open-heart surgery, Russell was drawn to three verses in the Doctrine and Covenants that seemed to have particular application for his work: "All kingdoms have a law given; And there are many kingdoms; for there is no space in the which there is no kingdom; and there is no kingdom in which there is no space, either a greater or a lesser kingdom. And unto every kingdom is given a law; and unto every law there are certain bounds also and conditions" (Doctrine and Covenants 88:36-38). These verses combined with another clear scriptural promise from the Doctrine and Covenants inspired him-that "when we obtain any blessing from God, it is by obedience to that law upon which it is predicated" (Doctrine and Covenants 130:20).
    Surely, he reasoned, there were laws that governed the beating heart, laws that, if understood and obeyed, would result in blessings-and in the case of his responsibility for patients, the blessing of being able to cure and heal their damaged hearts.
    In his early experiments, he found that the heart didn't mind being held and would keep beating because doing so did not violate a law. Then he and others discovered that if they simply altered the sodium/potassium ratio in the blood that flows into the coronary arteries to nourish the heart, the heart would stop instantly. At that point, it looked like a piece of salmon, flaccid and limp.
    By the same token, they learned that when they washed the potassium chloride out with normal blood, the heart would spring back to life again because they had restored the normal ratio. "This process is what surgeons use today to turn the heartbeat off and do their surgical repairs," Russell explained. "You have to have the heart still. You can't splice spaghetti in motion."
    Russell Nelson learned about the incontrovertibility of divine law in the operating room, and he learned to respect the power and blessings that result from obeying law.
"In other words," he later explained, "whenever a blessing is received, it's because a law has been obeyed. And that means certain procedures will always work-not just most of the time, not just some of the time, but every single time without exception. That takes the pressure off an individual who is willing to study the laws that govern the physical body and be obedient to them. Otherwise we'd be crazy to take these patients down to death and back every day"
    Decades later, Dr. Vivian Lee, then dean of the University of Utah Medical School, invited Elder Nelson to speak to the current class of medical students. After he described the process they'd gone through to learn how to turn the heartbeat on and off based upon the law it operated on, Dean Lee, as moderator, asked: "What if it doesn't work?"
    "It always works," Elder Nelson responded, "because divine law is irrefutable."    On another occasion, he added that it's similar to the principles that allow an airplane to fly. "You'd never climb into an airplane if you didn't have confidence that there are laws that, when obeyed, give an airplane lift and allow it to take off. An airplane will always work if the pilots obey the law that governs lift correctly, because air is buoyant and will support weight. Likewise, everything a doctor does is predicated upon the fact that if the laws are obeyed, the results are certain." As he told a group of university students, "It was through the understanding of the scriptures and 'likening' them to this area of interest that the great field of heart surgery as we know it today was facilitated for me" (quoting Nelson, "Begin with the End in Mind").
    On one occasion a medical colleague chastised Dr. Nelson for failing to separate his professional knowledge from his religious convictions. "That startled me," he admitted, "because I did not feel that truth should be fractionalized. Truth is indivisible" (quoting Hafen, Disciple's Life, 165).
    Blessings depend on truth and obedience to law. Said Elder Nelson years later, "You can pray all you want, you can hope all you want, but until the law is fulfilled upon which that blessing is predicated, it won't happen."   (Insights, pp. 48-50)

    "Thank you for the blessing.  Now you may do whatever you need to do to make that blessing a reality." – President Spencer W. Kimball
    In May 1981, President Spencer W. Kimball had another issue with his heart, this one requiring a pacemaker. Once again, he turned to Dr. Nelson, who performed the procedure. The outcome was as they had hoped, and in fact, President Kimball left ten days later for Chile, where he broke ground for a temple in Santiago. But just a few weeks later, on a Saturday morning, Russell received a call from Dr. Ernest Wilkinson, President Kimball's primary-care physician, indicating that the pacemaker wasn't working. "That was a call I did not want to receive," Dr. Nelson admitted. "I told him to bring President Kimball to the hospital and I'd see him immediately."
    Dr. Nelson had just completed a procedure and was still in his scrubs. Sure enough, he confirmed, President Kimball's pacemaker wasn't functioning and another procedure was necessary, which they should perform immediately. President Kimball agreed and then said to his surgeon, "Brother Nelson, give me a blessing."
    Before scrubbing for this new procedure, Dr. Nelson pronounced a blessing in which he told the prophet that the pacemaker would work and that he would be able to resume his duties. Afterward, President Kimball said to Russell: "Thank you for the blessing. Now you may do whatever you need to do to make that blessing a reality."
    During the procedure, Dr. Nelson found that, while the pacemaker itself looked good, there was blood under the plastic insulation of the wire that went from the pulse generator to the heart. He instantly knew there was a break in the insulation, replaced the defective wire, and reconnected it to the pacemaker. It worked perfectly.
    "This episode was a great lesson to me," Dr. Nelson reflected. "I was reminded yet again that blessings are predicated on obedience law. The patient can pray, the families can pray, I can pray, but if l make a mistake, all the prayers in the world won't compensate for an error. Because the law has to be fulfilled. You have to have a perfect repair, otherwise you'll have a poor outcome. So I learned absolute obedience to the laws of God. My students and those army surgical teams used to wonder why I was so particular about every step of the operation, but I learned that every step has to be perfect if the result is going to be perfect. There is a best way of doing every little maneuver in a complicated operation."
    The practice of surgery taught Dr. Nelson that there can never a blessing without "obedience to that law upon which it is predicated (Doctrine and Covenants 130:21). Even for a prophet of God, he would not break the law that governs electrical fields and insulation.  (Insights, pp. 151-152)

    I was pleased to learn that our prophet agreed with my mother.




Friday, December 25, 2020

Christmas Eve at the Spanish Fork Cemetery

       On Christmas Eve just after dusk, Wendy and I kept our tradition and put luminaries out on our Spanish Fork cemetery gravesites. There was a near traffic jam on the cemetery streets/roads. There were several Chinese latterns lifting off up into the sky. Gloria’s grave was brightly decorated. 

        Its always inspirational.

Sunday, November 22, 2020

Wildlife near the cabin

Three Sandhill Cranes in the ball field area


Coots in the little spring by the ball field


A herd of deer feeding in the hay field below


A deer in the wooded area blow the cabin

 

Cabin Sunset





 

Sunday, November 15, 2020

The Little Birds are Back



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With the small snowfall we had a couple of days ago, a lot of different kinds of bird-friends.  We especially enjoy the Junco and the Yellowbellied Flycatcher.  Wendy put a dish of seeds out yesterday and we have lots of takers.  And Yes, they know nothing about social distancing rules.


Here is what happens when they are startled.

Personal History October 2020

    Our lives changed significantly mid-march of this year when the covid pandemic shut everything down.  One week we had a full schedule of work at the Payson Temple and the Family History Center and the next week nothing. We were serving as temple workers, working the mid-day shift on Thursdays, and I was doing two shifts, Wednesday evenings and Friday mornings at the Center.  We had family names, mostly from my own research, to do temple work for, and were meeting our goal to do three endowments per week for these persons.
    Wendy and I decided on a conservative strategy for protecting ourselves from Covid 19 infection.  While we recognized that there some things like employment and schooling might need to be carried on, we saw ourselves as potentially at greater risk than younger, healthier people, and we needed to take the necessary steps to protect ourselves from risk of infection.   Therefore we have been very careful, we stayed home constantly, had no visitors in our house, wore masks and kept social distances on the limited necessary instances when in public.  Once in a while when we got super lonely, we would make a street visit to our families (masks and distances sitting on chairs in the front yard) or invite them to do a backyard dinner visit (again distances and mostly masks).
    I tried to fill up these empty hours on my writing.  I had published my first book, “Nearer to God: the Book of Mormon and the Good News of Christ,” largely my various studies on the Book of Mormon, in 2012.   Now I found that I had enough writings to publish a second book on Church doctrine, “The Higher Law, the Temple, and Families,” and I got that book to print in a couple of months.  Since then I have largely worked on my personal history.
    In this time period, I also have had two significant distractions, that is, medical procedures.  On May 15th I had two heart-related procedures to correct atrial fibrillation.  These were ablation and installation of a pace-maker by Dr. David Wang (pronouced Wong).  Ablation involves inserting wires into the heart through veins in one’s groin and cauterizing spots on the top part of the heart that are causing the heart to misfire.  I wrote about this in a recent blog about being “carried along” to find medical solutions.
    Recovery from these heart-related procedures seemed to go smoothly and quickly.  I immediately began to feel stronger and have more energy.  The most uncomfortable thing about recovery was that I needed to wear a strap around my chest and left arm for a month to keep me from lifting my arm and possibly disturbing the positioning of the leads from the pace-maker into my heart.
    Then just at the point that recovery from the heart procedure was complete a new problem arose.  Early in July I had new vague symptoms.  I wasn’t feeling as good or strong.  We were at the cabin on Monday morning July 6th.  I had had some problems walking.  I had a headache.  I felt weak.  I called the cardiac PA, and she suggested I go the emergency at Utah Valley.  I was seen by Dr. Edwards, who diagnosed my situation as having a brain bleed.  I had surgery the next day.  In the surgery, they made a large U-shaped incision on the left side of my head.  They suctioned out the blood and cauterized places where there was still bleeding.  Medical people seemed to assume that I had fallen to cause this problem, but that was not true.  Dr Edwards told Wendy that it looked like the bleed had been going on maybe 6 weeks, there was old bleeding and fresh bleeding.  He speculated that it might have started with blood thinners that were administered during the pace-maker procedure.  I guess we will never know.
    The recovery from the brain surgery was quite a bit more challenging then the  heart procedures.  I was in recovery for two days then moved to the rehab unit on the 7th or top floor of Utah Valley Hospital and was released to go home on Wednesday, July 15th.
    I enjoyed being in the unit.  For one thing, the view was wonderful.  The 7th floor has windows nearly 360 degrees around.  There was a great view of Timp, of Utah Lake, of the south part of Utah Valley, and BYU and the mountains to the east.  Also the staff were ultra supportive and positive and a joy to work with.
    The rehab unit had three components, physical, occupational, and ________.  The latter seemed to be focused on mental acuity and a couple of therapists gave me a bunch of tests.  They seemed to be like old IQ tests from my college training and involved solving a series of not too difficult mental puzzles, which seemed rather fun to me.  After a couple of sessions with persons from this specialty, they decided to that I had not lost any mental ability, so I was left to work with the other two specialties.  With the latter, we started with real basics, like getting up, getting dressed, going to the bathroom, taking a shower, walking.  I was weak.  I had a problem with balance.  To some extent lacked confidence in what I was capable of doing.  Staff persons did not allow me to do much for myself at first, as a protection against falling.  Someone had to be there holding my arm even if I was just moving from my bed to a chair, or if I was taking even one step.  
    I progressed fairly quickly in the rehab process, though, and by the time I went home I could confidently walk by myself within our house.
    At first, the rehab exercises had a lot to do with balance, like staying upright while standing with feet together and my eyes closed, and walking in less desireable conditions like in grass or rocks, or using stairs.  Eventually the whole emphasis was on regaining endurance through walking.  Wendy was wonderful to support this process.  At first it was expected that she stay at my elbow or that we hold hands as we walked.  After a little while, that security was not needed.  At about that point we started to track mileage and steps using a health app on our smart phones.  I kept gaining endurance.  We started walking on the Spanish Fork River Trail.  Initially I could get to a log about a quarter of a mile from the start, where I rested in preparation for the return to our car.  Gradually I could go farther, until about a month ago, I made it to the park which is over a mile each way.  I celebrated my first 10,000 step day (about 4 miles) early in September, and am now in my fifth week in a row in which I have had six 10,000 step days each week (laying off on Sundays).
    Weather has been unusual over the last few months.  Here in Utah the summer was exceptionally hot, with hardly any rain.  The fall has been unusually warm and dry also, except for a couple a exceptionally cold spells.  This last week we have had an arctic front with some snow one day and freezing lows in the teens.  Other places, also are seeing more extreme weather, like Louisiana which has suffered through about six hurricanes.  Here in the west we have had a large number of forest fires, made worse by dry weather and strong winds, especially problematic un California.

Thursday, October 1, 2020

Back to the Temple, September 24, 2020


     Last Thursday, we (and especially Wendy) were overjoyed to get an invitation to attend the Provo temple.  Kimberly’s nephew, the son of her brother Travis, has a mission called to Houston Texas and was receiving his endowments.  In the new temple arrangements, a group of 16 can attend.  Travis and Bonnie and their family have just moved from Mt Home, ID to Price, where he is re-establishing his medical practice.  Their invited family consisted of three, plus Bonnie’s parents, plus Matthew and Kim and Alyssa and Jeremy.  Matthew and Kim were kind enough to make the arrangements with the Criddles for us to occupy a couple of the unused slots.  It had been 6 dry months since we last were in a temple and performed an endowment.  It was so nice.  Wendy was especially estatic.  It was just like going home.
    The minor adjustments in the ceremony to comply with social distancing were not a distraction.  Thanks to Kimberly and Matthew and the Criddle family for letting us have this experience.

Letter to the Editor #2

 Here is another unsent Letter to the Editor:

    This is a description of People of Praise, a small charismatic Catholic movement to which Amy Coney Barrett and her family belong:
    A tightknit religious group consisting of small lay-led groups or communities.  Member share a desire for a more intense, more experiential faith.  Adult members of the group take a covenant that includes a promise to follow the teachings and instructions of the group’s leaders and teachers, and make other specific promises to one another.  These are people who take their Christian faith and their intention to share life with others seriously.  Every person or family has their own spiritual leader who they can turn to for guidance in their lives, on family, finances and more.  There is a tremendous ethic of serving and caring for others, specially for persons in one’s own group. When someone who loses a job, or gets sick, group members are there.  Although one-to-one guidance is important, the group teaches individual prayer, as well.  Every person has personal freedom; you have to be responsible for your own decision and responsible to your conscience.  Members contribute a percentage of their gross income to the community.  In the teachings of this community there is an emphasis on the importance of traditional family and parental roles.
    I know of another people of praise type movement with many similar attributes, and more.  In 2019 in this movement there were 30,940 such groups world-wide.  They are called wards and branches.

Letter to the Editor #1

Here is a letter to the editor that I didn't send off:

    I would like to suggest that Black Lives Matter, black professional athletes, politicians, and others with influence on the black communities and especially black inner city cultures, add to their change agendas the following as a major priority: promote black marriage and increased involvement of black fathers in parenting, where the childbirth illegitimacy rate currently exceeds 70%.  Predictably, we should then begin to see, for young people in black communities and possibly over time for the entire community, significant reductions in youth behavioral problems, poor academic performance, truancy, youth crime and violence, promiscuity and teen pregnancy, drug and alcohol abuse, runaway and homelessness, sexual exploitation of girls, physical health problems, mental health disorders, unemployment and low income, problems in future adult relationships, short life spans, and tension with police and legal authorities.
    Persons who might want to explore the research on problems associated with fatherlessness, which incidently are largely independent of race, might study the following:

 Katy Faust and Stacy Manning 12, 2020, "To Truly Reduce Racial Disparities, We Must Acknowledge Black Fathers Matter," https://thefederalist.com/2020/06/12/to-truly-reduce-racial-disparities-we-must-acknowledge-black-fathers-matter/

Edward Kruk, “Father Absence, Father Deficit, Father Hunger: The Vital Importance of Paternal Presence in Children’s Lives” Psychology Today, May 23, 2012.

David L. Gutmann, “The Paternal Imperative,”
http://americanvalues.org/catalog/pdfs/wp-47.pdf

Claudio Sanchez, “Poverty, Dropouts, Pregnancy, Suicide: What The Numbers Say About Fatherless Kids” citing the work of Alan Blankenstein
https://www.npr.org/sections/ed/2017/06/18/533062607/poverty-dropouts-pregnancy-suicide-what-the-numbers-say-about-fatherless-kids

David Blankenhorn, “Fatherless America,” January 03, 1993, Center of the American Experiment.
https://www.americanexperiment.org/reports-books/fatherless-america/

 

Monday, September 28, 2020

Walking milestone

 This last week I reached something of a milestone in my rehabilitation efforts, which now mostly center on walking.  I now have the energy and endurance to walk several miles every day, along the Spanish Fork River Trail or around our neighborhood.  Here is my record:
Monday Sept 21, 11,013 steps
Tuesday Sept 22, 10,038 steps
Wednesday Sept 23, 10,088 steps
Thursday Sept 24, 10,200 steps
Friday Sept 25, 10193 steps
Saturday Sept 26, 10, 137 steps
10,000 of my steps is about 4 miles or more.

Recognizing President Moz Burles

 


     Working on my personal history, I decided that I would have a section on persons who had important influences on my life, persons that helped me develop values and take positive steps.  Aside from my parents, and especially my mother, I think the most influential person was Moz Burles, the White Salmon Branch President when I was a teenager.  He encouraged me in so many ways, such as when I brought him a tithing check from my summer haying work two years before I was a church-member, having long discussions about the Church and its teachings,  bringing our family Church related books to read, helping me to get baptized, arranging of me to receive the Aaronic Priesthood, giving me priesthood assignments, helping me to be called on a mission, and so forth.  I wrote a three page description of the ways he helped me in my life.
    After I served my mission and was living in Utah, I had very little contact with President Burles.  I knew that he continued to serve in various ways in the white Salmon Branch/Ward and in the community.  At some point I learned that he had lost his wife and in his old age was being cared for by a sister who lived in West Jordan and that he had passed away.  As I was writing about him, I decided to look up his record in FamilySearch.  I found there a fairly sketchy record added by a niece or nephew, that really didn’t do justice to him for his contributions to me personally or his positive influence in the White Salmon community.  I looked for information about him in Ancestry.com and found a nice obituary record that had been published in the White Salmon Enterprise.  I learned that he was buried in, of all places, in the town cemetery in Charleston, Utah, a little community in Heber Valley, which lay along the highway from Provo Canyon just at the top of Deer Creek reservoir.  He was buried by his sister Bessie and her husband, Neil Winterton, in the Winterton family plot in his hometown.  Several weeks ago, Wendy and I were able to locate his grave in that cemetery so far from the people in Washington state that he served and influenced and even from his wife, Valore, who was buried in a cemetery near their home.
    I then added three items to the memories section for President Burles in FamilySearch, that I hope adds to his luster.  First, there was his obituary, second my 3 page tribute to his life, and third a picture of his grave marker in the Charleston Town cemetery: Mozart Choules Burles, KW8L-8H1, born in Provo, UT 11 August 1902, died 2 April 1983 in Salt Lake City, UT

Wednesday, September 16, 2020

Walking again on the River Trail

 

 

    As we do walking for exercise, Wendy and I have been retracing our steps from several years ago, as I have gained strength to walk longer distances.  We have gradually increased the distance we can walk, we have gone back to the Spanish Fork River Trail and especially love the walk that begins at what we hade heard called the tree road going east to the park over a mile and then back.
    The city has been upgrading the trail and has just completed some trails coming down into the bottoms and has built a parking lot with restroom and grass at the river at the tree road now which is now called Poplar Road.
    We have had two mornings when we have run into David and Katie as they have been out for a run.
    There were two places on this stretch that we were attracted to in earlier years:
1) The home of the Rock Chucks.  Here is a picture of the river bank reinforced with big boulders that used to be the home of colony of Rock Chucks or Yellow Bellied Marmots. We would stop and watch them pop their heads out of holes among these rocks.

Looking the other way (west), one morning we saw a Rock Chuck mama and her babies crossing the trail right in the spot ahead coming back from an expedition in a corn field just across to the north.



2) A Beaver colony.  There was a time when we discovered a bunch of little trees that appeared to have been gnawed off by beavers at about this spot.  We looked further and found a palce in the River itself where it appeared that these animals wert starting to build a dam.

Unhappily, it appears that persons responsible for the river and the trail could not tolerate the presence of these beautiful wild things, and must have trapped or destroyed them

Here’s something else we are noticing.  We see lots and lots of people on the new trail system, running, walking, bicycling.  I said to Wendy, “It must be that Latter-day Saints are aren’t exercising, because most all of the people we see are in shorts or sleeveless tops” Wendy said, “No, I think their just all dressed in exercise clothes.  Its the new practice.”  

Could that be?



Friday, June 26, 2020

Personal History XII - Post High School Education

Post High School Education

    As I neared the end of my high school time, I experienced several influences pushing me to go to college.  This was not the particular norm for graduates of Glenwood High School, but this was what my mother had done, for one year, and some of her siblings, and also my grandfather Davenport.  I was conscious of my future from such things as when I was a little boy, after I was in bed, my dad would come into my bedroom to talk.  He asked me questions, such as, what color or what kind of car would I drive, or what did I want to be when I grew up.
    Also, I was aware that there was a savings bond that my parents had purchased that was to go for my education.  The fact that it was only for $25 did not seem to matter.  It represented something about their goal or expectation for me or my destiny.  I heard them say that getting an education would enable me to do better and greater things than would be possible if I stayed in Glenwood valley, that education would be the key to better life.
    My high school teachers also seemed to expect that I attend college.  I was the valedictorian of my senior class which would automatically entitle me to a scholarship at Washington State University at Pullman.  My friend Ron McNutt was being encouraged by his parents, and me along with him, to apply to one of two Presbyterian colleges in the area, Whitman College, in Walla Walla, or Lewis and Clark College, in Portland.  Some suggested that I  consider Reed College which was also in Portland, which had a reputation for high level scholarship.
    During the spring of our high school senior year (1954) Ron and I drove down to Portland to visit Lewis and Clark.  We were hosted by one of the student body officers, who attempted to sell us on his school, and also, interestingly, testified to us about the importance of living high moral standards.  We stayed overnight in the mens dorm, and were treated helpfully another young man.  Oddly, I met him again when I enrolled at BYU in 1955.  In the meantime, he had been baptized a member of the Church and changed colleges.
    I do not recall how far along I had gotten in the application processes of any of these schools by the time of my high school graduation.  I think at least I had the Washington State acceptance in hand.  I have described elsewhere in more detail the happenings the week after graduation, that were able to fulfill my dreams of being baptized and then experiencing a strong impression to attend BYU.  Along with that, I made the strategic decision to work for a year, to save money and to allow my age group to catch up with me.  I got some flack from some of my high school teachers over this decision.  One said, “Then you will never go to college.”
    This choice was unusual, I suppose, but the added year’s maturation before leaving home probably was helpful and enabled me to adjust successfully to living away from home.
    As I began college, one of the challenges I had was in trying to select a direction for my classwork.  I had had so very little experience with college educated professionals, and ws so naive about what they did in tier work.  This was troublesome to me, not only in trying to envision a major as I started college but also when I was well along in graduate school.  Growing up in Glenwood, our family had a medical doctor and a dentist, both in White Salmon, that I had visited on an occasion or two.  Otherwise, the only other professionals I had ever seen in action were school teachers.
    At the very first, I thought that perhaps I should point toward engineering or something having to do with the sciences.  The first quarter I took a basic chemistry class and a beginning math class.  I could do the work but it turned out that these were the least interesting classes in my schedule, and so I veered in another direction.  I enjoyed my vocal music experience that year, but my mind told me that music would not provide a good career if I wanted to be a father and raise a family.  Physical education classes were fun.  I toyed with the idea of becoming a teacher and a coach, and the following year enrolled in PE skills classes each term for majors in that field.
    Finally the idea came more strongly that I should major in something where I could be of service and help people, and I made a commitment to the field of psychology.  Perhaps these feelings were parallel to the interest I had developed at about the same time to serve a mission.
    While serving as a missionary, that position seemed to me to be reinforced by a woman who invited my companion and me into her home.  She asked my what my college major would be when I was released for the mission, and when I replied “Psychology,” she launched into discourse of approval saying how important it is to get Christians into that field.
    Back from the mission in the fall of 1959, I got seriously into classwork in psychology with a minor in sociology.  One thing I discovered about both of these fields was that they were not much directly about helping people.  Rather they were both about establishing a scientific basis for study of mental and social things.  They were both about research and emphasized acquiring and applying the tools of the physical sciences in these studies.  In the years that followed I remained a little conflicted over this and sometimes wished that there was more in these studies about practical application for helping people. 
    I finished a Bachelors degree in May of 1961 in psychology, still a little uncertain about what to do next.  I went home to Glenwood for the summer and worked with my dad doing carpentry things at Les Lloyd’s dude ranch.  Our country was sort of between wars at this time but was still drafting soldiers and we were drifting toward more involvement in Vietnam.  I was classified 1-A in the draft.  I toyed with the idea of volunteering for the Air Force and went so far as to go down to Portland get some testing to see what I might be offered in the military.
    Then I got a call from someone in the BYU Psychology Department.  They were upgrading their Master’s program starting in the Fall, and were looking for some more students.  Would I be interested?  I decided to return to the Y.  I also was offered an internship, which would help with the costs of school.
    The internship involved helping staff the Department’s statistical lab.  It was a small room with a bunch of machines that would run basic statistical procedures.  This was pre-computer technology.  I spent several hours a week helping undergraduate psychology majors to crank on these old machines and complete their assignments from their basic statistics course.
    Generally I found the classes in psychology interesting and moderately challenging.  I still recall some research on the binding together of social groups, that cohesiveness of groups is best established in small intimate groups.  Therefore, to bind people to a larger group, let’s say a ward, it works best to build relationships between persons in small subgroups.  In my experience men and women who have had the chance to serve in presidencies and form close relationship there, seem to feel more closer to the ward.  In our Taylorsville Gardens wards we worked hard at creating small social groups for the adults, such as 4-couple dinner groups that met monthly then were rotated, and small temple sealing groups, to attach family heads more closely to our ward.
    The last part of the work toward the master’s degree was a thesis, a small independent research effort.  I worked closely with two young professors, Kay Smith and Daryl Pererson on this project.  Dr. Smith suggested a study which followed along on his own dissertation about how people naively judge or perceive each other.  The statistics to do this were pretty advanced and complex, and acquainted me with a procedure called factor analysis.  This was a statistical way to simplify or find common underlying dimensions in what looks on the surface to be a very complex situation.  In the process, the researcher gets measures on a variable or set of variables, then does the factor analysis to identify the underlying simpler dimensionality, then finally correlates these factors with other measure to try to define what these dimensions are measuring.  It is sort of like working a puzzle, where the answers gradually become evident, or maybe processing a photograph and seeing the picture gradually emerge on the photo paper while it is still in the chemical tray.  I liked this procedure for research a lot and used it several times over the course of my working career.
    In this case it was harder, however, because I was doing this before computerized statistical programs were readily available.  We first obtained a step by step logical description of the process written by a professor at one of the big California universities.  The BYU computer center assigned a graduate student to me to write the program so that I could analyze my data.  His first try did not work.  To make it work, he and I sat down and talked through in detail what he had programmed, while I followed along on the logical description.  Finally we identified where he had missed the point, and the program worked for my data.  In the Thesis Appendix, I included a two page write-up of his program, “Fortransit source program for factor analysis, centroid method without re-estimation of communalities.”  Shortly after this time, computerized statistical packages appeared that made the statistical analysis of research data much more accessible and convenient.
    Here are summary and conclusions of this study, “The Dimensions of Interpersonal Perception: a Multidimensional Scaling Approach”:
    The purpose of this study was to investigate and identify the dimensions of perception in two on-going groups.  The procedure used was the multidimensional scaling method of equal-appearing intervals.  This method was selected because it enables the investigator to arrive at the dimensionality without making any a priori judgments about the nature of the dimensions.  This particularly an advantage in the study of an area such as interpersonal perception when little research has been done previously.
    The subjects were the students in the Master of Business Administration program at Brigham Young University during the school year 1962-63.  The first year group (group I) of 16 students and the second year group (group II) of 13 students were analyzed separately in order to obtain some indication of the stability of the obtained dimensions.
    Each subject made a general judgment of relative similarity of difference between every possible pair of members of his group on an eight point scale. An approximation to a ratio scale was obtained by adding a constant to all of the average distances.
Scalar products between points referred to an origin at the centroid of all the points were computed from the absolute distances.  The scalar products were factor analyzed by the centroid method.  Three factors were judged to be significant for each group and were rotated orthogonally to simple structure.  These factors represented the major dimensions upon which the subjects perceived the members of their group.  Identification of the factors was accomplished by correlating them with measures of a number of personality variables.  These included ratings by' the students and their professors, information from student files and scores on the Guilford-Zimmerman Temperament Survey.
A comparison of the factors seems to show that the perceptual dimensions for the two groups are somewhat similar.  Factor I for both groups related to individual competency.  The basis for their judgments seemed to differ, however.  The Group I judgments seemed related to perceived competency while Group II were able to judge from demonstrated competency.  Also for Group II there was an emphasis on effective social relationships.
The second factor tor both groups related to social orientation and group maintenance as opposed to aggressive self-interest.
There were no significant correlations with Factor III for Group II.  Factor III for Group I was very tentatively thought to relate to social interest and self understanding.
These factors seemed to be related to dimensions of perception found by Burke & Bennis (1961) using the Group Semantic Differential scale and to perceptual dimensions of personality obtained by Jackson, Messick, & Solley (1957) using multidimensional scaling procedures.  They also are similar to dimensions of behavior in groups which investigator using other methodologies have revealed.
    In summary, the applicability of multidimensional scaling procedures to the investigation of the dimensions of perception of a group was again demonstrated.  The perceptions were found to be ordered in a limited dimensionality and to be relatively stable across two groups.  The dimensions were found to be consistent with the findings from the limited amount of research that has been done in the area of interpersonal perception and also to correspond to observed dimensions in groups. (From Robert E. Lewis master’s thesis, Chapter VI, “Summary and Conclusions,” The Dimensions of Interpersonal Perception: a Multidimensional Scaling Approach, Brigham Young University, July 1963)
    As I was finishing this study, I was dating seriously and then engaged to JoAnn.  I was grateful to her for typing my psychology master’s thesis.  I remember driving over to Spanish several times with edited drafts in hand and picking up improved versions.
    As I was completing the work for the master’s degree, I still did not have a very good vision of what should come next education and career wise.  Midway through the program I took a national standard exam in psychology, called the Graduate Record Examination (GRE), which was a number of sometimes used to a evaluate candidates for graduate work in psychology and other fields.  This made me the focus of additional attention by faculty members, because I scored in the top one or two percentiles.  Faculty persons seemed sure that I should go some somewhere else to work on a Ph.D.  Kay Smith, my thesis advisor, suggested a program in industrial psychology, where I might find practical applications in my work.  I applied to three places for doctoral work and was accepted in all three, and finally decided on a program at Wayne State University in Detroit, Michigan.
    JoAnn and I got married on September 5th, of that very year (1963) and honeymooned our way across country to Detroit.  Quickly we were expecting our first baby.  Marriage and impending fatherhood amplified and mad more real my concerns about education and career choices.  It became apparent to me that I would not have a very happy wife living far away from Utah.  I also reflected on a line in my patriarchal blessing, “I bless you with the blessings of the everlasting hills, homes and habitations to live in.”  I asked myself the questions, “Where are the jobs for industrial psychologists?  Am I educating myself right out of being able to live where I and my family need to be and will be the happiest?”
    The answer was clear.  So I made the choice to leave that doctoral program at Wayne State after the end of the quarter and for us to return to live in Utah.
    Still focusing career and education, when we returned to Spanish Fork, I weighed more deeply my interests, and of course began to be more serious and to try to be more realistic about my expectations.  To keep us in some income I sold Watkins products door to door in Payson.  We found an apartment to rent in Fred Jex’s basement, in the Spanish Fork 1st ward, and Reed Hughes owner of Hughes Dairy, who was in this ward, had me run an early morning milk route in portions of Spanish Fork for a short time.  I explored the possibility of teaching seminary, took a BYU class and student-taught in the Spanish Fork High School Seminary in the class of Robert Foster.  But I didn’t get a job offer. 
    I haunted Job Service looking for something that my psychology background would qualify me to do.  There were openings with the state of Utah, for juvenile corrections workers but especially for welfare workers.  I took some tests, was qualified, and offered jobs all in the same week in the Ogden and Salt Lake offices, but took a position in Provo offered by the old Utah County Welfare Department head, Bessie Meiling.  I started employment for the State, June 1, 1964.
    I began work as a family (AFDC) welfare caseworker with a limited size caseload that was supposed to allow for intensive work these clients, with objectives to improve family and parental functioning and their potential for financial independence.  I thought that the work was useful and satisfying.  I also quickly noticed that persons needed a Masters of Social Work degree to advance in the organization.  Along with that, the Department was offering a generous stipend program to employees to go back to school and earn their MSW that was a part of President Johnson’s war on poverty. 
    There were a limited number of these new stipends each year, six I believe, which paid full tuition plus three-fourth salary during the two school years that the program required to achieve this advanced degree.  Liking my employment by the state agency, JoAnn and I decided after a year and a half, that I should try for this stipend.  I applied and was accepted into the MSW program at the University of Utah, but did not get the stipend for 1966.  I got a nice promotion, however, to administer a program at the welfare-related at the Geriatric Unit of the Utah State Hospital, to place stable elderly patients in nursing home.  I postponed my matriculation to the program at the U of U, and then was awarded the stipend to start work on my MSW in the fall of 1967. We were living in Orem at this time, and I commuted (car pooled) to the U campus with another student.  Classes in the program were two or three days a week.  The other days were spent at field placements (internships).  Mine were in Utah County, at the Utah State Training School in American Fork, and at the Jefferson School in Springville.
    I found the classes in social work relevant and interesting.  The three years I had worked in the field helped me to ask the right questions and gave me meaningful insights.  I even found enjoyment in being in the social work section of the U of U library, and randomly pulling out and reading from books on the field.  I also began to discover a strength that I had in comparison to most other social work students, and one that they generally didn’t even want to have–I could relate to quantitative things. 
    Requirements in the MSW program included a group thesis, and toward the end of the second year, somehow I was involved in a group of ten persons.  We met together and struggled for consensus, finally agreeing on a direction, with some difficulty developed an interview strategy, and finally reached to point where we needed to write up our findings.  I expressed some of my frustrations and also concerns to another member of the group, Evan Jones–deadlines for finishing the project were fast approaching.  Like me, Evan was from the our Department and was trying to upgrade his ability to complete for promotions.   He had been serving as director of our agency’s personnel office and was a younger brother of Dan Jones, the Utah pollster.  Evan had the same concerns, so we agreed to meet and strategize about finishing the thesis write-up.  We decided that it would be impossible for the writing to be done as a group project involving the other members of our group, so the two of just assigned ourselves to write up the results, and in about a week the thesis text was nearly complete.  Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and graduated on schedule.
    Here is a summary of our study, “Runaway Youth in Salt Lake County: a Study of Their Use of Social Service Agencies and Community Planning Related to Their Problems”:
    The purposes of this study were: (1) to examine a select sample of "runaways" at the Salt Lake County Detention Center in relation to various personal characteristics, their reasons for running away, and their knowledge and utilization of social services; (2) to review the kinds of social services available to youth in Salt Lake County, the agency executives' knowledge of the "runaway" problem and their participation in planning for youth services; (3) to determine the extent to which Salt Lake County social planning executives knew of the "runaway" problem and their involvement in planning for youth services which may be related to the problems of "runaways."
    Three interrelated but separate samples were selected in order to study the research questions.  The first sample consisted of 80 “runaways” to the Detention Center.  The second sample consisted of 27 social service agencies in Salt Lake County to which the “runaways” could have access.  The third sample in this study consisted of six planning organizations which were considered to be the planning structure tor youth-oriented social services in Salt Lake County. 
There were nearly twice as many females as males in the study sample.  The Spanish-American ethnic group was more prevalent than in the total public school population of Salt Lake County.  A large majority of the sample attending school considered themselves either failing or doing poorly in school.  Almost half of the “runaways” were 1iving with both natural parents, 60 percent of the “runaways” in this study had been admitted to the Detention Center prior to their present confinement.
    Running away was found to be symptomatic of personal-familial problems which the “runaway” bad been experiencing for six months or longer.  In three out of every four “runs” the primary cause for running was “trouble at home.”
    A large majority of the selected agencies in Salt Lake County at the time of this study were not known to the “runaways” in the sample.  Approximately two-thirds of the agencies known to the “runaways” had never been visited.  Among the visited agencies only nine percent of the “runaways” went voluntarily to seek help with their problems.  In 55 percent of the cases the youth in the study sample learned of agencies either from friends or from personal experience.  Law enforcement, detention, probation and recreation services accounted for the majority of visits to social service agencies.  Two of every three youth who had visited agencies indicated that in their judgment they had not been helped in resolving their problems.
    Three out of four of the selected social service agencies offered various kinds of counseling services.  Eligibility requirements, fee scales, required parental permission, waiting lists, round-the-clock services, and/or public information programs had no relationship in this study to either knowledge or utilization of the services by the “runaway.”  A large majority of the agency directors were unable to accurately estimate the number of “runaways” in Salt Lake County.
    The executives of the planning agencies of Salt Lake County had a rather sophisticated knowledge of the “runaway” problem.  Only one of the six planning structure organizations was developing a specific direct service program for “runaways.”  However, all were participating 1n the planning of youth services.  These executives indicated that a major obstacle to effective delivery of services to youth in Salt Lake County was a lack of coordination and cooperative planning.
(Abstract for Master’s Thesis, by Lawrence S. Bradshaw, Kenneth R. Dubois, Sandra M Hoogland, Even E. Jones, Jr., Otto F. Jones, Ronald B. Kelly, Leslie Ann Laymon, Robert E. Lewis, Arthur H Lisne, and Vernon R. Morgan, “Runaway Youth in Salt Lake County: a Study of Their Use of Social Service Agencies and Community Planning Related to Their Problems,” University of Utah, June 1969) 
    As an aside, the relationship I formed with Evan Jones led to some promotions and also some nice opportunities for professional growth and contributions.  In June, I went back to a caseload in the Utah County office, but by the end of the summer, Evan had been appointed as director of a demonstration project on staff utilization, and came calling wanting me to join the project.  Within the next year, he was appointed director of our Agency and I replaced him as director of the Manpower Project.  When that project finished its work, he invited me to serve in the position of Planning Director for our agency.
    There was at least one more major educational endeavor remaining in my life.  A number of years had passed and I had served in a number of roles and positions in my state agency.  It was about 1986.  This was at a time that I had been experiencing some frustration with my work assignments.  I had been turned down for a Regional Director position I had wanted.  I was doing insignificant work, serving in an audit and evaluation unit.  I determined to work on a doctorate, as perhaps a strategy to elevate my position and competitiveness in our Department.  I applied and was accepted into a doctoral program at the School of Social Work at the U of U.  I had gotten support from my supervisor, Dick Crouch, who allowed me to spend some time at the school for classwork and some use of work-related resources in my studies.
    I found these studies exhilarating.  I have said to some of my grandchildren, that education became more relevant and enjoyable each additional step I took.  Starting in grades seven and eight which were barely survivable, high school was better, college was better than high school, master’s studies better that undergraduate work, and these doctoral studies better than they all.  Of course, I was older and could relate to most of the instructors as peers.
    I quickly gained relationships with staff persons in the Social Research Institute which was attached to the School of Social Work and its director, Mark Fraser.  Also Fred Janzen and Peter Pecora, both of whom were research-oriented faculty persons.  These relationships were helpful in developing my dissertation project and continued with cooperative endeavors after I finished my doctorate and was serving in later positions with my state agency.   We did several joint research projects, and published their results.  Fred also worked with me as a consultant on some of our Division projects.   Fred and I also worked together teaching some social work classes for the school on research and computer applications.
    Peter and Mark had a federal grant to study family preservation services in child welfare. For my doctoral dissertation, I was able to use data that they had collected.  I contributed a chapter to a book that they published, and participated. in other ways in their research on this subject.  Intensive family preservation service was an innovative program initiative in child welfare at that time, and for that matter, it still is.  It attempted to remedy some of the faults in the public child welfare system by putting more resources into helping families with a history of child neglect to improve their parenting skills and efforts, thus reducing removals of children and other forms of family break-up.  I have more to say about my efforts with these services in the chapter on my working career.
    Here is a summery of my dissertation study, “Service-Related Correlates of Treatment Success in Intensive Family Preservation Services for Child Welfare.”
    The purposes of this study were to describe the characteristics of intensive family preservation services (FPS) and to identify the association between FPS variables and desired treatment outcomes as defined by service goal attainment and prevention of out-of-home-placement of children.  Subjects were 581 children from 453 families served by two related FPS programs, Homebuilders in the state of Washington and the Family Preservation Project of the Utah Department of Social Services.  The latter had been trained in FPS by staff of the Homebuilders' program.
    Findings from this study provided empirical data supporting the comprehensive and intensive nature of this model of FPS.  Important elements of this model included the provision of concrete services and utilization of a broad range of clinical services.  Clinical approaches included a major emphasis on both social learning approaches and psychotherapeutic interventions.  The most significant services directly associated with reduced risk of out-of-home placement were the clinical intervention Time/Money Management, the amount of therapist time spent in providing concrete services, and goal attainment ratings.
    Service models predictive of the attainment of specific goals included a wide variety of clinical techniques, including psychotherapeutic interventions, social learning approaches, and concrete services.  Service models developed for adolescent and nonprotective service referra1 subgroups accounted for 1ower proportions of variance, had fewer significant interventions, and included fewer variables relating to concrete services and educational approaches.
    Among the implications of these findings was the affirmation of the essential features contained in the Homebuilders' model as an approach to preventing out-of-home placement of children.  Important components included provision of concrete services and a broad range of clinical interventions, encompassing both direct interventions and educationa1 approaches.  Models for resolving problems in families of adolescents suggested a somewhat different configuration of services.  Findings reinforce the need in social work practice and in social work education to continue to give attention to a broad range of intervention skills, including provision of concrete services, clinical techniques from a variety of theoretical paradigms, client training approaches, and community and social network involvement.
(Abstract for Doctoral Dissertation, Robert E. Lewis, “Service-Related Correlates of
Treatment Success in Intensive Family Preservation Services for Child Welfare,” University of Utah, June 1990.)
    Completing the work for my degree, Doctor of Social Work or DSW, seemed to work some changes in my attitudes and goals for work.  It seemed to free me in a way to pursue what I wanted and thought to be correct and to not be concerned with promotions or status positions.  I felt a sort of independence that I had not had before.  And oddly, it brought me back to where I started in psychology, emphasizing quantitative things, something I had dismissed earlier.  This all reminds me of some lines by T. S. Eliot:
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
    At least, I believe I did this all in a way that supported and did not detract from the happiness and well-being of my family.
    I also enjoyed the opportunity to be a part of the academic world in a small way, in teaching some classes, coordinating on research projects, being on a dissertation committee, and have the status for a number of years of adjunct professor at the School of Social Work at the U.
    Here is one more higher education post-script.  Later, in the process of directing the SAFE (DCFS child welfare MIS) project, I acquired ten more graduate credit hours from Utah State University in information technology.
    And now, one more note about the field of social work.  I became convinced that the training that Social Work provided for persons to be helpers was perhaps the best practical preparation at the time for child welfare workers and even mental health counselors.   However, toward the end of my working career I let my membership in the National Association for Social Workers (NASW) lapse, because the national scene seemed irrelevant.  NASW had become dominated by feminists, apologists for same-sex marriage and LGBTQ causes, and other concerns of identity politics.  The history of social work, of course, had a focus in persons like immigrants who had special needs, and practitioners had always tried to be advocates for the poor and other victims of social problems, but the problems of concern to NASW seemed more elitist, than of the poor and needy.  On the other hand, our child welfare FPS initiative was aimed at strengthening families so that children would have the optimal environment for healthy development.  In some ways this appeared to be the opposite of the causes that NASW was concerned about at the moment.
    Additionally, the academic world that had always had some attraction to me, seemed more and more dominated by the same narrow ethos as NASW.  I served on a doctoral committee for Elaine Walton’s dissertation at the U of U.  She was a fortyish woman, who after finishing her doctorate, joined the faculty of the school of social work at Ohio State, and then later returned to Utah as the dean of the school of social work at BYU.  She reported on several ugly experiences and rejections by members of the OSU faculty, simply because of her membership in our Church.  I am glad to not have had these kinds of experiences in the academic world elsewhere.  I do not know if I could recommend social work as a career direction today.

Thursday, June 18, 2020

Personal History XI -- My Love of Sports

My Love of Sports

    Another love of my life was sports.  I mentioned my dad’s interest in baseball earlier.  We lived in the era when every little podunk town had its own baseball team.  My dad was a catcher.  He was almost an even six feet tall and built like a football linebacker.  In those days, there were no rules against the catcher blocking home plate and he could do that, standing a foot or so directly on the path toward third base and just daring a base-runner to try to run over him.  I look at my grandchildren inheriting his size and build and I say about McKay, “There goes a little version of my dad.”
    Catcher’s mitts were also different then and had no flex built into them.  Pitched balls had to be caught with both hands, stopping the throw with the mitt and then keeping it in the pocket by clamping down on the ball with the bare hand.  An occupational hazard for catchers in those days was naturally getting your bare hand in the way of the pitch and broken knuckles. My dad ‘s right hand and his knotty knuckles were a badge of his baseball position and commitment.
    The baseball diamond on which the Glenwood Town Team played was the field at the school behind the school gym.   The Town Team games were a big deal on Sunday afternoons.  Spectators would come early and park their cars along the left and right field foul-lines.  There was a small grandstand behind the backstop, but many people seemed to prefer sitting in their cars.  When a player made a good play, they would honk their horns.  A home run brought honking that could be heard  for miles.
    I gained a preference for watching the game from behind the backstop, directly behind home plate, perhaps inheriting this desire for a catcher’s point of reference from my dad.  I liked to see what kind of “stuff” the pitcher had, and also to being able to confirm or question the calls made by the umpire.
    Other young men also hung out in that area.  We competed to chase down foul balls.  The team paid a nickle for every foul ball we returned.  In those times the team tried to save money by not using more than three or four balls to play a game.
    I remember and we have pictures of my dad in his baseball uniform when I was 4 or 5 years old.  Then all baseball stopped for World War II.  When it resumed in 1946, at his age 40 he tried once more to play the game he loved, but had lost too much of his athleticism, and didn’t get to play much, so he quit.  But still he loved the game.  We were Portland Beaver fans, and drove down to Portland a time or two to see one of their games (about 100 miles away).  It was unfortunate that radio reception for Beaver games was really spotty at our place.  Finally we resolved our problem by finding a clear channel station from Sacramento, California, that broadcast games of the Sacramento Bees of the same Pacific Coast league.  I recall my dad and I on many summer evenings after he had finished milking our cows, sitting together by the family radio relishing these baseball broadcasts.
    At the same time, I became a Boston Red Sox fan at age 9.  It was 1946, the great Ted Williams was back from the Air Force and the Sox ran away in their race for the American League pennant.  I am searching my mind to try to recall how I had enough exposure to news about the major leagues to find them interesting.  There was of course no TV or video reports of games, and I am doubtful that there were even radio broadcasts except maybe World Series times.  I guess I must have been an avid reader of the sports section of the Portland Oregonian, our newspaper.  The World Series was tragic.  The Red Sox were playing the Cardinals and led the series 3 to 2, going back St. Louis.  The Cardinals won game six to tie the series.  In the final game in bottom of the eighth with the score tied and a Cardinal runner, Enos Slaughter, on first, there was a hit to the outfield.  Slaughter got a great jump on the ball and just kept going, with a daring dash for the plate.  The Red Sox shortstop, Johnny Pesky, took the incoming throw and froze for a moment, so that his throw to home was late.  Slaughter had scored the winning run and was immortalized.  I suffered with the Red Sox in 1946 and for many years thereafter.
    I sometimes dreamed of playing baseball in the majors.  I thought if I could learn to pitch left handed, I would have a chance. So I marked off a strike zone on the side of our barn and practiced throwing baseballs, but never got past the point of “throwing like a girl” as Wendy would say with my left arm, and gave up on being a famous major league pitcher.  My good friend Jimmy Johnson had similar dreams, so for quite a few years we put ourselves through our own Spring training regime.  When the snow would begin to melt around the side of the school gym, so that there was room for two persons to play catch, we would start to bring our baseball mitts to school.  At recess or noon we would begin to get our throwing arms ready for the baseball season, throwing softly at the start and then lengthening the time and velocity of our throws gradually over the next few weeks.  I think we started this procedure long before we were a part of any formal baseball team.
    Our community provided no opportunity for me to play organized sports until I was at least a seventh grader, and this was school basketball.  The small rural schools in our area organized seventh and eighth grade teams that sometimes played a late afternoon game the same day that their varsity teams competed.  Sometimes there was also a junior varsity game.  Those Fridays got really complicated, because of a rule enforced by the state high school athletic association, which was that no one could play in more than four quarters on a given day.  In schools such as ours with very small numbers, the coaches had to have enough subs available to finish the game if someone would get hurt or foul out.  So drawing from a grand total of about 20 boys at our school, the coaches would hold out the best 8th graders for one or two quarters, to be subs in the junior varsity game.  Likewise for the junior varsity game a couple of the best players would sit out a quarter or two of that game.  This would leave the best 5 or 6 players in the whole school to play the varsity game having two or three subs who already had played some quarters in an earlier game.  The entire schedule of games would start at perhaps 3 pm with the seventh and eighth grade game.  Then immediately following would be the junior varsity game, following which the high school girls volleyball teams would play.  Then last of all, starting about 7 pm would be the varsity basketball game.  To complicate the evening even more, we tried to field a pep band (our school band).  Since most of the students played ball and were also in the band, when we weren’t suited up for a game, we were expected to be playing our instrument in the band.
    At Glenwood High School, we played six-man football.  The rules were mostly like the eleven man game, but teams played with only six players, three linemen and three backs.  The linemen were a center and two ends.  The backs were a quarterback and two halfbacks.  Everyone was an eligible receiver.  One of our favorite plays was a center pass.  Our big old kid Don Hoodenpyl, who hiked the ball, ran down field about eight or ten yards and received a pass.  In this game, passing operated just like the eleven man game.  However, the quarterback was not allowed to do a quarterback sneak.  If he didn’t pass he had to hand the ball to someone else (a two passes in the backfield rule).  Teams had to make 15 yards for a first down.  The games typically were filled with lots offense and scoring.
    I actually started this football in the fall when I was in the eighth grade (at age 12).  There were so few boys in high school that the team that couldn’t scrimmage or practice its plays.  At one point, some of us eighth graders were drafted to play defense.  And the team didn’t have enough pads for their recruits to be in full uniform.  I was apprehensive but tried it and survived.       There was a lot of social pressure on all the guys to go out for football.  My being a year younger was a disadvantage also.  After I got some more height and size when I was about 15, sports, especially football, were more satisfying.
    In football, I usually played end both on offense and defense.  In football, we only played schools our size that competed with 6-man teams.  I can think of one exception, when Coach Chilcott wanted us to experience the regular game.  He was able to schedule a scrimmage with the Goldendale high school team, which normally played in an 11-man league with teams from Yakima valley.  We didn’t do any practice or preparation for this.  The coach had a bunch of position and play cards. When we were on offense he ran out to our huddle and held up a card which diagramed what each of us was to do on the next play he wanted us to run.  I turned out to be quite fun, and I think athletically we were able to be nearly a match.  Our main opponents in football were high school teams from Klickitat, Lyle, Wishram, in Washington, and some Oregon towns, Cascade Locks, Mosier, Dufer.  I think it was sad that we didn’t get to play against our biggest basketball rival, Trout Lake.  Their school did not field a football team.
    In basketball, by the time I was a senior, I ended up being one of the taller guys and played forward.  I was a pretty good rebounder and could hit an outside set shot (the jump shot hadn’t been invented yet).  Our basketball opponents were the Washington schools listed above, plus Trout Lake and Bickleton.  We also played pre-season with Goldendale.  We competed with the schools our size pretty well and had lots of support from the community.  We won or nearly won our league each year.  We qualified for a district tournament, but lost a team from Kalama, which was a basketball powerhouse at that time.  We were in a small school bracket but Kalama had a lot larger student population than Glenwood.  I think the state only had two brackets at this time so we were still grouped with schools that had hundreds of students.
    I played a lot of the positions in baseball.  For at least a couple of years, I was the regular catcher.  Our little valley produced some good baseball talent.  We played a pre-season game against Goldendale, in which Steve Hoodenpyl pitched a one hitter, and we won 1-0.  I caught that game. I played first base one year, when I had an ankle sprain left over from the football season.  I also sometimes played in the infield, second base and third base. 
    In all of these sports, I was one of the better players but never the best.  In football we had a couple of guys who could pass and others that were good runners with the football.  Lyle Schilling was a great basketball scorer and good for 20 or 30 points each night.  It was a lot of fun to play and compete on these teams.
    One of the disadvantages I experienced in school sports was that I was always a year younger and less mature than the others.  In fact Lyle Schilling had been held back a year in the elementary grades so was a 19 year old the same time we were both high school seniors.
    A further baseball experience I had after my junior year was to be invited along with a couple of others from our Glenwood team to join an American Legion team that played out of White Salmon.
    Just after my 17th birthday I graduated from high school.  Several of us seniors were invited to join the Town Team, the same team my dad had played for when I was smaller.  By this time, I had grown to my full height and had begun to add a few muscles.  It was late May and as I started attending the Town Team practices I noticed that something different was happening as I took batting practice.  The ball seemed to fly off my bat in a new way.  I watched my drives consistently going deep into the outfield or even beyond the fence.  It was almost magical and I think the older players on the team were also taking notice.
    Early in the first of June we had a visitor drop in.  It was the Branch President who had made the one-hour drive to our place with an invitation.  He said to me and my sister Dorothy, “We have reserved the baptismal font at the Hood River Ward for a branch baptismal service on Saturday at 5 p.m.  Why don’t you come and be baptized?”
    I had been praying for this opportunity since I was 8 years old.  My father had opposed our being baptized until were grown up enough to make a mature decision but now gave his approval.  We made the 90 minute drive to Hood River and, sure enough, the Branch leaders were there, and they baptized us and confirmed us members of the Church.
    Over the next few days I pondered the implications of what had happened.  Things had changed.  I had made promises to the Lord that I needed to try to keep.  The Town Team played all of its games on Sunday.  I knew that I just covenanted to be obedient to commandments that included keeping the Sabbath Day holy, and spending my Sundays playing baseball games seemed now to not fulfill that expectation.  So I made the choice that I felt I had to make and retired from the Town Team.  You might say that I had retired from baseball at age 17.
    After I began college at BYU, there was a time when I toyed with the idea of preparing to be a high school teacher and coach.  A physical education major or minor required a person to take a series of PE skills classes.  I took three of these classes in my sophomore year, including gymnastics and track and field.  I found that I did not have the best body type for gymnastics–I was too tall and lacked upper body strength, but it was fun to jump on the trampoline.  Track and field was more to my liking.  I tried the various events, and thought that I had potential to do well in the middle distance races.  I did especially well in the high jump.
    In those days, the best high jump form involved a sort of scissors kick and roll.  You approached the bar at a sharp angle, usually from the left side.  While running at the bar, you kicked upward with the right leg, then rolled over the bar on your stomach, kicking backward with your left leg.  I worked on this for a couple of weeks and successfully jumped 5 feet 11 inches.  This was not more than 5 or 6 inches below the height being achieved by the varsity jumpers.  I briefly had a dream of competing with the BYU track team, but then went on a mission and didn’t have the chance to pursue this any further.  And then came the Fosbury Flop that totally changed this event.
    I did other things with sports also, as a BYU student.  As a freshman, I took a PE class in tennis and learned something about how to play this game.  My coach with Fred “Buck” Dixon a Utah Sports Hall of Fame coach.  As an aside, his brother Sanky Dixon had some of the same coaching acclaim, and was the father of Don Dixon, BYU football quarterback and social worker, with whom I worked at the Welfare Department and State Hospital. And Don was the father of Sean Dixon, the Blake’s current Stake President and who also was Payson Seminary Principal when I was substitute teaching when I first moved to Utah County after retiring.
    In my student wards at college I played on the ward basketball and volleyball teams.  One of the wards had some California kids who were very good at the latter.  We won in our stake and came in second to an American Fork team led by the BYU basketball great Herschel Pedersen in a Utah County regional tournament, and qualified for and played in the All-Church volleyball tournament in Salt Lake.

    For many years, I played with whatever sports teams the ward fielded.   In our Orem Morningsides Heights ward, we had basketball and also fastpitch softball.  There were lots of younger men in the ward, so we were pretty competitive  Living in the ward was Lonnie Gleave, who had played freshman basketball ay BYU.  He was tall and bulky by this time and took up a lot of space in the on the basketball court.  He also was a talented softball pitcher.  I caught some of our team’s games.  Living in another ward of our stake was Gary Earnest, who had played varsity basketball ay BYU and was an excellent softball pitcher.  I had the good fortune to connect on one of his fastballs and hit it over the fence in centerfield in one of games. 
    I also played on teams from our ward in Taylorsville, basketball and softball.  We played slowpitch softball there and I usually played way out in the outfield, because I had some running and catching skills.
    One of the most happy experiences I had with sports was helping coach Mattthew’s and David’s little league baseball teams.
    As I approached my 40th birthday, I started running or jogging, either before work or noon.  Our Department state office building on North Temple had a dressing and shower room that was a big asset.  Usually I would run up City Creek Canyon, or sometimes west to the Jordan River trail, and occasionally to the top of Ensign Peak.
    I ran in several 5k or 10k races during this period for the exercise, but of course never contended to try to win.
    I also played noon basketball at times with a group from our office, at a nearby special school building where we had permission to use the gym.  That is what I was doing in 1985, at age 48, when I had my first heart attack
    I always remained a sports fan.  I cheered for BYU in all sports, but sometimes also rooted for teams from the U of U or USU, when they were not playing the Y.   Surely I am allowed to do that, since I have graduate degrees or credit from both other schools.
    More recently, when available I have enjoy following BYU sports on TV, watching some of the lesser sports, women’s soccer and basketball, and both mens and women’s volleyball.  Since I also played that game, it has become an amazing spectacle for me, a real power game both for the women and the men.
    I have been a fan of the Utah Jazz, all of the years they have been in Salt Lake City
    In baseball, I have maintained my devotion for the Red Sox, but have also followed other teams especially the Denver Rockies, since we can watch all of their games on the Spanish Fork cable network (SFCN).  I was not able to pass my devotion to the Red Sox to anyone else in the family, and early on Matthew and David chose their own MLB teams to follow. 
    I thank David for arranging to take us on a guided tour of Fenway Park during the off-season when Wendy and I visited their family while they were living in Massachusetts.  I loved seeing for myself features of the park that have been immortalized, the Green Monster, the Pesky Pole, and especially the seat way out in the right field bleachers that is painted red.  In case you don’t know, this signifies the spot where the longest home run ever hit in the park landed, 504 feet from home plate, by Ted Williams.  The rest of the story is that it struck a Yankee fan, while he was dozing.  He had come up from New York and the teams were playing a double header on a hot afternoon.  The right field bleachers had no cover.  He had just closed his eyes to catch a few winks, when the ball came flying.  He didn’t suffer any injuries, but the Red Sox management were generous in offering him a free ticket whenever her returned.
    Interestingly, Wendy along with her sisters are great baseball fans.  She has suffered with the Chicago Cubs for almost as many years as I have with the Red Sox, and she, like me, is a Jazz fan.  We try to go to a Salt Lake Bees game a time or two with her siblings each summer.  We have watched quite a lot of baseball and basketball TV together.  She also is a diehard Ute, but I still care for her.