Posts by Calvert F Cazier, PhD, MPH

People who know me today do not believe me when I tell them that basically I am quite shy and backwards. I have always been that way, but over the years life has taught me a few things about myself. Perhaps the biggest lesson I have learned is to fake my lack of shyness and…

Within the last couple of years several people have approached me and asked if I would consider writing a book based on the family history stories I have written. I explained to them that of course I would consider it, but I wouldn’t commit to sitting at my computer for three months and using up…

This Christmas Story is one that changed our lives for the betterment of our family. Because it is so important to us, I have made a tradition of posting it annually on the Tuesday before Christmas. I hope you enjoy it! Our Christmas arrived two days early in 1982 and it turned out to be…

The summer of 1974 was one of the most scary, traumatic, memorable times in the life of my first wife, Carol, and my family history. That summer, Carol was diagnosed with ovarian cancer, had surgery which took her uterus and ovaries, had a treatment regimen of daily chemotherapy, lived in Tennessee, across the country from her mother and…

Our grandson Calvert had a friend from Birmingham, England and Anne and I met this friend when we went to South Africa to pick up our grandson, who had been living there for two years. This friend and I visited for a while then he asked me a strange question that surprised me. “Have you…

One of the most interesting dates my first wife, Carol, and I ever had involved my sister Connie and Mike (someone I lined her up with), and my good friend Bill. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, and we got this crazy idea to go rabbit hunting. This would be my first attempt at rabbit…

Several years ago, I was leisurely walking home from the bus stop, after a hard day at work, and I was just letting my mind wander, thinking about nothing. After crossing a street, I happened to look down and saw a worm in the gutter that intrigued me. I was fascinated and stood there watching…