CarmeloOrchards
Crusader
follow up
When I was 3, I was moving a tractor, with no one sitting next to me, telling me what and when to do it. My father would lean out the kitchen window, with his rifle, and shoot a cow. We'd (my father and I) would skin, clean out the guts, and cut up that cow down by the river.
We would also, play with his boyhood trucks and my tractors, but my BEST memories are where I was doing something, i.e. Collecting eggs, picking cherries, husking walnuts, driving trucks and tractors, disking the orchard, shooting, swimming.
Where I was part of the team.
I think that is what I try to give my children and now, my grand children.
When we're going down the slopes, it is my teen grand son leading with his friend, and the five year olds following, and i'm picking up the fallen, filming, and giving the "lead" to the next next generation. i don't have to be the "hot dog." I don't need to impress the girls anymore.
I do need to foster the next generation(s) in OWNING their space, their environment, their culture, and their future(s).
Even though it's winter, here in the Sierras, I'm wearing my t shirt and flip flops.
At the hot springs, this morning, some Russian emigre, said I looked like a Beatle.
We are away in the mountains and woods, with two 5 year olds, one teen, and the teen’s friend.
There is internet and phone service where we’re skiing, but only limited internet where we’re sleeping. The fucking beams of the fucking log cabin (literally) are 8 inches wide and 18 inches high. No radio signal could hope to penetrate this outpost.
The 5 year olds, in four days, went from never skiing to skiing an intermediate run with an express lift. no problems.
On a particular slope, where their cousin, a dozen years ago, wiped out on a snowboard (with me "tutoring"), had a concussion, and got helicoptered to the trauma center in Reno, I was telling Miles, the more timid of the two, to go serpentine down it, criss crossing, so he didn’t go too fast.
He said, “No! I want to ski down it,” and he pushed off -- straight down. They were both doing 25-35 miles an hour on a very non bunny slope.
Nic’s friend had never skied. Nic taught his friend everything necessary on an easy gradient. By mid day, both of them were exploring the back side, while Nic made videos of his friend.
Nic was 6, when I took him off his first cornices. Two years later, he was the youngest on the ski team.
His younger sister, Tasha, got stranded here with her aunt and me, one Christmas week (the Thailand Tsunami week), when she was 5, winds were 60 mph, snowfall constant for five days. We were “stuck,” and couldn’t get out with both east and west roads closed. We made the best of it. We skied all day, every day. Tash could go flying down black diamond slopes right with us, by the end of the storm.
The weather, here, and across the US west, has been horribly spring like. SUNNY. but for these five year olds, it has been a really nice gradient. Shirt sleeve skiing. Sunny and gentle, no fighting the elements.
We took them dog sledding. They fell asleep.”Mush” had never been more appropriate. Sergeant Preston won’t be hiring these two warriors for the RCMP.
be that as it may
I think aiding one’s children, grand children, and (hopefully, someday) one’s great grand children to MASTER subjects from skiing to tennis to basketball, soccer, horse back riding, and reading, ‘riting, and ‘rithmetic at an early age gives them a head start on the grown up world - where globalization is the operating phrase. It just doesn’t hurt to have areas in your life, that you have absolute confidence in. That confidence is transferrable. The steps taken to mastery, in a general form, are transferrable.
It is easier when you are 2 or 6 to confront new challenges, and win at them (with your family support group), than it is to try, without support, when you’re 50 or 60.
Don't waste those first five years. Pack them full of meaningful learning, mastering experiences, that they can take with them through their lifetime. Don't nail them to the cross of "non responsibility" "fluffy warm bunny" "not my fault" "I will be taken care of" child like innocence.
Best to learn “how” to win at an early age. The more skills, under one's belt, the better.
When I was 3, I was moving a tractor, with no one sitting next to me, telling me what and when to do it. My father would lean out the kitchen window, with his rifle, and shoot a cow. We'd (my father and I) would skin, clean out the guts, and cut up that cow down by the river.
We would also, play with his boyhood trucks and my tractors, but my BEST memories are where I was doing something, i.e. Collecting eggs, picking cherries, husking walnuts, driving trucks and tractors, disking the orchard, shooting, swimming.
Where I was part of the team.
I think that is what I try to give my children and now, my grand children.
When we're going down the slopes, it is my teen grand son leading with his friend, and the five year olds following, and i'm picking up the fallen, filming, and giving the "lead" to the next next generation. i don't have to be the "hot dog." I don't need to impress the girls anymore.
I do need to foster the next generation(s) in OWNING their space, their environment, their culture, and their future(s).


I'd never wear one and I'd avoid those who did.
