Posts by Calvert F Cazier, PhD, MPH

One of my life’s most bizarre events happened while I was living in Tennessee. I was a grad student and working the night shift at a local hospital, so I did not actually witness the event myself! I am relying on what my first wife, Carol, told me (although I did eventually meet the rodent…

Some time ago I heard a story of an old farmer walking with his grandson out to feed the pigs. On their short walk, the grandfather gave this boy some advice designed to help him on his life’s journey. His advice was simple, “Son, you can’t teach a pig to sing because it wastes your…

More than forty years ago, my first wife Carol and I lived with our young son Paul in Price, Utah (a small town in the southeastern part of the state). I don’t remember where we had been but to get home we had to travel through the canyon. It was approximately 9 o’clock at night…

A few years ago, I was throwing a rubber baseball to my little eight-year-old granddaughter Alicia. I had known for some time that she had some athletic talent and could be a good softball player if she wanted to be. One of the best things about this is she really enjoyed the game.As she took…

The morning started early as Paul (my father) and Earl (his father) arose earlier than usual to get the cows milked and other chores done before hitching up the team of horses. They are getting ready to go six or seven miles up Grover Canyon to cut firewood to heat the house through the cold…

It was sometime in the fall of 1946 that Paul Cazier of Afton, Wyoming took Lois Call from Logan, Utah to his hometown to visit his family. Paul had proposed to Lois, and he was excited to introduce her to family, friends, and the Star Valley culture. He was confident that she would make a…