Posts by Calvert F Cazier, PhD, MPH
Pitching to Mom
I think Peter was born with a fascination with bats and balls. Even as a baby he had a blue rubber bat that would make a noise when it was squeezed. He loved that bat and always wanted it close. He would put it in his mouth and chew on it. He put it in…
Read MoreThe Doctor and the Pigs
On January 2, 1925, Martha Ann Call lay on her bed in a small farmhouse in Wendell, Idaho. She was expecting her fifth child. It was cold outside as well as in the house. The two oldest daughters Thella and Barbara were sent to get firewood while the two youngest children, Richard, and Melba, were…
Read MoreDoberman vs. The Panther
There is a story about an old Doberman who got lost while chasing a rabbit. He stopped for a few moments to get his bearings and he noticed a panther running towards him, licking his lips, anticipating a Doberman lunch. This old dog realized he was in danger and needed to act quickly.He saw some…
Read MoreWant to Go to the Dance?
It was the fall of 1965 and almost time for the Plantation Ball, South High’s equivalent to the traditional Junior Prom. I wanted to go because I was a senior and this would be my last opportunity. I thought about who I would like to take and finally decided I would ask Sue, my sister’s…
Read MoreMy Friend Gerald
In my humble opinion one of the most beautiful songs ever written by Rodgers and Hammerstein is “You’ll Never Walk Alone” from the play Carousel. Whenever I hear this song, I think of my good friend Gerald who was taken from this world when he was a young man in his early forties. He left…
Read MoreMy Helmet Was ‘Blowed’ Off
Earl was a quiet man of dignity, born in Ogden, Utah in 1891. Not surprisingly, in 1918 he received a letter from Uncle Sam ordering him to report to the 37th Ohio Division for active military service. He was sent to Europe as part of the United States Army Infantry where he fought in France and…
Read MoreThe Man with A Mission
When I have a few moments to sit and reflect, read a book, or just relax, I often find myself driving to Liberty Park in Salt Lake City, Utah. This is the oldest park in the city and was purchased in the 1880s from Brigham Young’s estate. I live a mile or so up the hill…
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