Posts by Calvert F Cazier, PhD, MPH

Several years ago, when I was at our son’s home in Stuttgart, Germany, I remember starting to think about my grandson, Eddie. He was 15 at the time and had started writing a science fiction book and was beginning to notice girls. As I thought about him that day, I came up with an idea…

One afternoon two brothers were playing at the pond on their father’s dairy farm, and they noticed a frog enjoying the day jumping around the edges. The brothers watched in fascination. After a few minutes they caught the frog, and they devised a plan to play a trick on their father.     After they…

I used to think my dad was my ‘Cowboy Barber’. He didn’t act like a cowboy. He didn’t talk like a cowboy. He didn’t wear a cowboy hat, but he did have a pair of cowboy boots that he wore, and he told me that they were the most comfortable shoes he owned. ​I remember the…

In the summer of 2012, my family spent a couple of days at an inn located on a farm in rural Belgium. It was a beautiful area. The pastures were green and lush. The crops were maturing, and the environment was conducive for a walk, so one evening my wife and I did go for a…

Sometime ago I was walking to my office on the Brigham Young University (BYU) campus. As I was walking, I started thinking about my Grandma Cazier and an experience I had with her in November of 1966. In May of that year, I graduated from high school and was preparing to go to Italy for…

When I was in the seventh grade, my self-esteem was not very high. I didn’t think that I was very smart, I thought I was always the odd man out, and I was really shy especially around girls. The stress of talking to a girl was almost more than I could endure. I wanted to…

Ambrose Call grew up in Bountiful Utah, during the early 1890’s. At the age of 82, I sat on his floor for two plus hours fascinated and enthralled as I listened to him tell his life history.   He told of a time when he and some friends stole apples from an elderly man’s orchard.…