Ted
Gold Meritorious Patron
It never occurred to me that the light I saw in the tunnel was a train.:confused2:
I appreciate the compliment.
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I can appreciate that. Yet, the train, too, was but an illusion.

It never occurred to me that the light I saw in the tunnel was a train.:confused2:
I appreciate the compliment.
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Your sins are forgiven, my son.
Say ten WTF’s :confused2: and go and sin no more (that’s the part where I always screw up).
Father Face
PS: "Diamonds and Rust" is one of my Baez favorites.
I was an avid watcher of "I Led Three Lives" which ran in the early part of the 1950's. It was based on the character of Herb Philbrick. The 3 lives were something like 1. He was working for the U.S. government spying on the Russians. 2. He was secretely a Russian counterspy, only pretendeing to spy for the U.S. but actually spying on the U.S. for the Russians. 3. He was actually a U.S. counter counter spy. His hat as a a counterspy woking for the Russians was just a ruse to get him deeper into the Russian inner circle so as to be a more effective U.S. spy. It was a very interesting show because various personna knew him as either personna 1. or 2. Only a few knew of his personna 3 so opposing factions of the U.S. government were spying on him, some of which thought of him as a traitor and a few higher ups who knew he was a great patriot risking his life for the U.S. There was always a danger that the Russians would find him out and if that occurred they would immeidately kill him.
If you had only gone here:
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I hope that we are part of your team.
So much similar, the family schtick different from mine. I was an only child. Not knowing your exact age, roughly at the same time, I was eating up Vance Packard and "The Status Seekers" and "The Waste Makers" too. I had my parents take me to a lecture he gave at San Jose City College. Without your mentioning that book, I never would have even recalled that.
Starting in 6th grade, my friends and I were "reading" magazines. One, in particular, got me hooked on reading (no joke). It carried articles and stories by Hugh Hefner, Shel Silverstein, Nat Hentoff, Alan Watts, Ian Fleming, Jack Kerouac, Robert Ruark, Kurt Vonneut, Jr. and oh, so many others. As I recall, there were photo essays also.
I read all of J.D. Salinger too.
I was reading voraciously, just like you.
Because I was spoiled rotten, I got my parents to take me to movies and stage shows that I wanted to see. As a kid, I saw Cyrill Richard in "The Roar of the Greasepaint, the Smell of the Crowd," Ricky Nelson, Pat Boone, Roger Miller, Maurice Chevalier, the Lennon Sisters - to name a few.
Because I was a country boy,
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I went barefoot everywhere, day and night, rain or shine.
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At night, before bed, I'd wash my feet off in the big laundry tub in the back porch laundry room. One night, around midnight, while reading "Lord of the Rings," I was so frightened, I took my 6 inch switchblade knife with me to the back porch to wash my feet. I was scared. Gollum was not going to catch me flatfooted.
I did paper routes from about age 12. I loved getting up at 4:30, riding my bike to the "drop," folding my papers,(listening to Russ "the Moose" Syracuse on the all night show on KYA on my Japanese transistor radio) and tossing as many papers as I could on the porches as I rode by at a fast clip. I was done by 5. On my first month's paper money, I bought a Schwinn Sierra 15 speed. I still have it. It is still a bike I ride.
By the time I was 15, I was carrying Super Beatle amps and doing sound checks on week ends. I can't sing on key, or play any kind of musical instrument that requires either hearing notes or keeping in time to a beat, but I can carry amplifiers and drive a truck.
All my life, I've been going to the beach. In junior high, I bought a bellyboard, which I still have and use.
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later, I got surfboards.
Our family went on vacation every year to Yosemite. Mornings, I would do Junior Ranger Camp. During the day, we'd hike to the top of The Mist Trail, to Nevada Falls, and to Glacier Point. In the afternoon we'd swim in the Merced River (which is recently melted snow - cold). We floated down it too. We climbed all over the bases of the waterfalls. There was never any time for rest.
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At night, the rocks give off the heat, that they have absorbed all day. It is a pleasant warmth. As dusk approached, we would go to the nature lectures and entertainment at Camp Curry. I'd buy books, chotchkies, and Borden's Ice Cream Sandwiches. I love (even the memory of) those ice cream sandwiches from my youth.
It was here, in Camp Curry, in the general store that I found my first Ayn Rand book, "The Virtue of Selfishness." I devoured that book. I'm still, to this day, a big Ayn Rand fan.
At nine o'clock, singers would sing "Indian Love Call" and then, someone at the base of Glacier Point (near Camp Curry) would yell up "Hello Glacier; Let the Fire Fall" Then from Glacier Point someone would yell down, "The Fire Falls." At that point, up on Glacier Point, they would slowly push burning fir bark coals over the side, making a firefall to rival the natural waterfalls of the valley.
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We would sleep in camp grounds, laying on air mattresses on the ground. Bears would walk through the camps looking for food from the garbage cans. The stars were old friends to fall asleep looking up at.
and what I did growing up, my children did growing up, and now my grandchildren are on the same track. We take them to the beach (the very same beaches). We take them skiing, camping, and in a couple more years scuba diving. We took our kids to see Rex Harrison, Yul Brynner, Dick Van Dyke, Robert Goulet and loads more - live on stage. We had video tapes of all the best musicals and comedies. Music was always playing in our house on our 33&1/3 RPM LPs stereo. It was the cat's meow for the time. We just took one of our daughter in laws and granddaughter to see "Wicked." Now we have ipods playing in the car, in the office, everywhere. The hits just keep on coming with the next generation(s)
I think the third life was "family man"
Carmelo,
Is that "fire waterfall" thing still happening?
Nightly?
Schedule please!
How about You Tube video?
Yes, I'm too lazy to look for myself.
Carmelo,
Is that "fire waterfall" thing still happening?
Nightly?
Schedule please!
How about You Tube video?
Yes, I'm too lazy to look for myself.
"Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.” Albert Einstein
“At the center of your being you have the answer; you know who you are and you know what you want.” Lao-tsu
When I was in 8th Grade and a Frosh in High School my older brother was living at home and commuting to college. His Major was Sociology and, after two years there, he moved away, got married and eventually earned a Masters in Sociology. The impact of these two years was huge for me. The tiny room that we shared was filled with books that I probably never would have come across in the rural small-town library I had been “haunting” for years. Books, for me, were my own personal “transporter” and “Time Machine” and, because of them, I could travel all over the world and centuries into the past and future.
During the ‘50’s there was TV show called, “I Lead 3 Lives” about a guy that was double agent for the FBI. Privately, that show was very “relative” to me as I was, more and more, leading 3 lives. One life was that of a “book worm”. By the time I was in 8th Grade my reading level, speed and comprehension tested in the 99th percentile. I read what I wanted to read at every opportunity. I would follow “lines of inquiry” in numerous subjects and the “Why’s” and “What’s” I delineated in my earlier post. Libraries were my “hollowed ground”, my “cathedral of worship”. When I was in a library, all the volumes on the shelves “spoke” to me…the feeling of “Life” and “Thought” from the books on the shelves was palpable. My personal Library has over 1,500 hardback “friends”. Although I am not able to read well or much anymore, it’s very comforting to have them around…they still “speak” to me.
Another life I was leading was that of a somewhat daredevil, mischief maker and partaker, hard-hitting jock and honors student. In many ways, I was a typical young boy…full of energy and lacking good sense. I was equally at home with, and accepted by, the “smart kids” and the “tough guys”. I rarely discussed my “library/inquiry” life with anyone…I just didn’t feel comfortable doing that…I just wanted to get along with everyone and was interested in their life and what went on in the world of others. Academically I was among "smart kids" of my class and athletically I was a pretty darn good all-around team sports player.
My 3rd life was that of the “Bad Son” that was under Lucifer’s spell and headed for Hell unless he "came to Jesus”. I did everything I could to spend as little of time as possible at that house. My parents hated each other and fought constantly. Sometimes I was their “weapon” of choice…”You’re the reason Face is turning out so bad, it’s all your fault,” etc. The “solution” that my parents had for my “evil” ways was to try and shove as much of their “Jesus” down my throat as they could, ridicule and carp at me continuously, slap my face regularly and, off and on, whip me, bare butt, with a razor stropper. The efficaciousness of their methodology served only to make me more determined than ever to never “give in", to stand my ground.
My brother’s college books were fascinating…everything from “Catcher in the Rye” to “Coming of Age in Samoa” to “The Status Seekers". Two of his books, one from his Astronomy class “The Creation of the Universe”, and one from his Comparative Religions class “The Tao Te Ching”, entranced me…befuddled me. Over the years of my “illicit” late night reading sessions I occasionally would have a feeling of “peace, uplifting 'elsewhereness' and wonderment” and I would slip outside the house and lay in the grass, gazing up into the stars, searching the Universe for answers to questions only “sensed” and not yet formulated in my child’s mind. I read the “Tao” and “Creation” several times and found many of the ideas and thoughts of Lao and Einstein to be amazingly in concert; I also knew I didn’t fully fathom the depth and breadth of what I was reading and spent many a night, looking out into the vastness of infinity, wanting so much to understand “It” all.
During the summer between 8th and 9th grade I made my “Declaration of Independence”. I was not going to be baptized when I was 14; I was not going to attend Church anymore; The next time a hand was laid on me, I was going to fight back and if that resulted in my being sent to County Juvenile Hall, so be it. My Declaration resulted in a form of “shunning”. For my daily chores I would get my 3 squares a day, a roof over my head and medical care if I got sick…anything else like my athletic equipment and insurance, clothes, etc. I would have to pay for myself. In short, I was on my own. It was sink or swim time and I took to the waters of freedom like a duck. It was one of the best things that ever happened to me and I wouldn’t trade those days—or any of my days for that matter—for anything.
I started doing odd jobs for neighbors and saved up enough money to buy one of those new 10 Speed bicycles. I was a good worker and was offered a job by the local butcher, cleaning up the shop several times a week after school and all day Saturday and Sunday. By the time I was 16 I could cut up a chicken in seconds, break down a side beef or hog, cut all the steaks and roasts, grind the sausage and hamburger and put together all the trays for the display cases on my own. I could run a cash register (before bar coding and automatic change machines) and handle customers with confidence and skill. I bought cool, nice threads for school and eventually had my own, pretty cool for High School, car.
I found High School to be very boring and very exciting. Most of my classes were with the same 25-30 students…the advanced College Prep crowd. I loved the sports, extra-curricular activities, student government and sang Bass in the Advanced/Madrigal Choir. I bought a Spanish guitar and got passably good on it. I did the bare minimum to get A’s & B’s but my main focus was my own personal reading, work, activities and athletics (football, basketball, baseball). The sports, activities and work not only kept me from getting in the trouble I was capable of and would have, they gave me confidence, self esteem and the certainty that I could fend for myself in this world. I was learning that, in the "outside" world, I wasn't such a "bad" person afterall.
And, I also learned that I really loved being with people, enjoyed talking with all types of people, working with people, helping people, being part of a team, doing something worthwhile and doing it well. I learned that there was a bigger world out there other than the “little world” of hypocritical Christianity and that was the world I wanted to live in, and I had my plan; get through High School, prepare to walk away and out into the world the day after graduation and somehow, someway go to college. I was going to go out into that bigger world and I was not going to ever look back. I had learned that I was not destined to be a super star but that I was a very good team player.
My quest was to find my place in this world…to find my “team”…and to find the answers to the questions I still didn’t even know how to articulate.
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Great story and great you, Thanks. JohnIf you had only gone here:
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I hope that we are part of your team.
So much similar, the family schtick different from mine. I was an only child. Not knowing your exact age, roughly at the same time, I was eating up Vance Packard and "The Status Seekers" and "The Waste Makers" too. I had my parents take me to a lecture he gave at San Jose City College. Without your mentioning that book, I never would have even recalled that.
Starting in 6th grade, my friends and I were "reading" magazines. One, in particular, got me hooked on reading (no joke). It carried articles and stories by Hugh Hefner, Shel Silverstein, Nat Hentoff, Alan Watts, Ian Fleming, Jack Kerouac, Robert Ruark, Kurt Vonneut, Jr. and oh, so many others. As I recall, there were photo essays also.
I read all of J.D. Salinger too.
I was reading voraciously, just like you.
Because I was spoiled rotten, I got my parents to take me to movies and stage shows that I wanted to see. As a kid, I saw Cyrill Richard in "The Roar of the Greasepaint, the Smell of the Crowd," Ricky Nelson, Pat Boone, Roger Miller, Maurice Chevalier, the Lennon Sisters - to name a few.
Because I was a country boy,
![]()
I went barefoot everywhere, day and night, rain or shine.
![]()
At night, before bed, I'd wash my feet off in the big laundry tub in the back porch laundry room. One night, around midnight, while reading "Lord of the Rings," I was so frightened, I took my 6 inch switchblade knife with me to the back porch to wash my feet. I was scared. Gollum was not going to catch me flatfooted.
I did paper routes from about age 12. I loved getting up at 4:30, riding my bike to the "drop," folding my papers,(listening to Russ "the Moose" Syracuse on the all night show on KYA on my Japanese transistor radio) and tossing as many papers as I could on the porches as I rode by at a fast clip. I was done by 5. On my first month's paper money, I bought a Schwinn Sierra 15 speed. I still have it. It is still a bike I ride.
By the time I was 15, I was carrying Super Beatle amps and doing sound checks on week ends. I can't sing on key, or play any kind of musical instrument that requires either hearing notes or keeping in time to a beat, but I can carry amplifiers and drive a truck.
All my life, I've been going to the beach. In junior high, I bought a bellyboard, which I still have and use.
![]()
later, I got surfboards.
Our family went on vacation every year to Yosemite. Mornings, I would do Junior Ranger Camp. During the day, we'd hike to the top of The Mist Trail, to Nevada Falls, and to Glacier Point. In the afternoon we'd swim in the Merced River (which is recently melted snow - cold). We floated down it too. We climbed all over the bases of the waterfalls. There was never any time for rest.
![]()
At night, the rocks give off the heat, that they have absorbed all day. It is a pleasant warmth. As dusk approached, we would go to the nature lectures and entertainment at Camp Curry. I'd buy books, chotchkies, and Borden's Ice Cream Sandwiches. I love (even the memory of) those ice cream sandwiches from my youth.
It was here, in Camp Curry, in the general store that I found my first Ayn Rand book, "The Virtue of Selfishness." I devoured that book. I'm still, to this day, a big Ayn Rand fan.
At nine o'clock, singers would sing "Indian Love Call" and then, someone at the base of Glacier Point (near Camp Curry) would yell up "Hello Glacier; Let the Fire Fall" Then from Glacier Point someone would yell down, "The Fire Falls." At that point, up on Glacier Point, they would slowly push burning fir bark coals over the side, making a firefall to rival the natural waterfalls of the valley.
![]()
We would sleep in camp grounds, laying on air mattresses on the ground. Bears would walk through the camps looking for food from the garbage cans. The stars were old friends to fall asleep looking up at.
and what I did growing up, my children did growing up, and now my grandchildren are on the same track. We take them to the beach (the very same beaches). We take them skiing, camping, and in a couple more years scuba diving. We took our kids to see Rex Harrison, Yul Brynner, Dick Van Dyke, Robert Goulet and loads more - live on stage. We had video tapes of all the best musicals and comedies. Music was always playing in our house on our 33&1/3 RPM LPs stereo. It was the cat's meow for the time. We just took one of our daughter in laws and granddaughter to see "Wicked." Now we have ipods playing in the car, in the office, everywhere. The hits just keep on coming with the next generation(s)
I love it. Makes me want to jump into the magic of my growing up with my small town bookie father, Big Johnny Raff, and my wonderful mother Beatrice (Bea Happy) Pratt Rafanello, and my Will Rogers wisdom toting Grandpa Plenny Pratt, and on and on, first as an only child with my American flier trains, erector sets, and my jobs - fixing radio's and TV's for Pop's gambling clients, cutting grass using pop's gas and lawnmower and "forgetting" to cut our grass. The Saturday afternoon cliff hanger serial movies at the Carberry theater. Pop and Sachmo playing craps in the living room with a bunch of other stogy cigar smoking Italians, and on and on. Thanks for the memories. I can hardly wait to write "The Johnny Raff Chronicles" The Early Years. love John
Thank you for your answers to my questions.
I have also decided to only read and respond to the replies that make me feel good. I know it’s a selfish attitude, but as I only want to feel good, I have decided to do it anyway.
As always, I wish you all that you wish for yourself.
Love, John:
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From now on I will only post on the old days - Aboard the Apollo - 1973 Thread, and I will boldly say whatever I want to say. If I revise something it will be because I want to boldly communicate more clearly.
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The National Park Service stopped them in 1968 after 88 years.
That's why I said that I missed them.
the youtube video isn't much (a snippet from The Caine Mutiny)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I2ZCl5mst10&feature=related
http://www.google.com/images?q=yose...e_link&ct=mode&ved=0CBAQ_AU&biw=1140&bih=784]
