Posts by Calvert F Cazier, PhD, MPH

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to take a trip back in history and witness firsthand some historical events that you would love to experience? I have, and recently I was asked which events would I like to witness if I could make the journey back in time.  To narrow it down…

Several years ago, an old farmer walked with his grandson out to feed the pigs. This grandson spent a lot of time working with his grandfather and often on  their short walks, the grandfather would teach this boy some life lessons, advice designed to help him navigate his life’s journey. His advice was always simple…

The most important award I ever received was a box of colored pencils from Mrs. Simpson, my 5th grade art teacher. She also taught penmanship, and I remember her being a very demanding and perfectionist type teacher.​​​She expected our letters to be perfect and made us practice over and over on paper especially designed for improving our handwriting.…

When I was 11 years old, I went to Yellowstone National Park with my father and other fathers and sons from our church. It was supposed to be a fun filled adventure with our fathers and friends. It started out that way and ended well but, in the middle, we experienced an event none of us…

In December 2011, my son Paul, my grandson Calvert, and I drove from Stuttgart, Germany to Frankfurt to catch a plane to Morocco. We were flying on Ryan Air and when we arrived at the gate, I got a lesson in inappropriate European airport etiquette. For example, as at most airports around the world gate…

This story began several years ago when my 15-year-old granddaughter, Lydia, was two or three. She has a very interesting personality which has been present at least since this experience. In some situations it can be challenging to her parents and siblings but in other situations it has served her well. The incident of which…

I am reminded of the old farmer who once told his grandson, “You can’t teach a pig to sing because it wastes your time and irritates the hell out of the pig!”​I can relate to that pig because many times I have felt that this describes me and my pig like singing talent. I remember one time…