Posts by Calvert F Cazier, PhD, MPH
Stinky, stinky, stinky!
The following story always ends with me looking like an immature, silly, inconsiderate husband and in fact it is true. The story begins when our oldest son, Paul, was approximately 3 months old, and I was a student at the University of Utah. It was a holiday, and I was home with Paul, but…
Read MoreStranger On The Train
While our oldest son, Paul, was in the Air Force and stationed in Germany, our family went on vacation together to Rome, where I lived for a short time as a young man. We enjoyed the full range of classic family vacation experiences, from fun and exciting to, weird, off the wall, and even poignant and…
Read MoreTwo Steps Backwards
I clearly remember one hot summer day I spent stacking hay with Uncle Quinn, Grandpa Cazier, and a couple of cousins. I was 10 years old and none of us yet realized I was having symptoms of Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD) and Tourette syndrome. One of my OCD symptoms involved my ability to walk without stepping on…
Read MoreWringer Washer
I once read that washing clothes is as easy as taking them off, throwing them on the floor, waiting a few days for mom to pick them up, then tossing them into a machine, and remembering to push a couple of buttons. Obviously, this is an oversimplification of doing the family laundry. For thousands…
Read MoreGun In My Face
The following experience is perhaps the most frightening and awful experience of my entire life. I kept it to myself and from my family for years, and I thought I would take it to my grave. Then I read some research on family history and our life stories and learned the value of sharing our…
Read MoreLa Nona’s Sweater
In December of 1967, I was living in the small city of Bergamo in Northern Italy. It was a beautiful place, located in the foothills of the Alps. The people living in this community were friendly and hospitable to our group of young American boys (19 – 21 years old). We were living in a…
Read MoreOuch! Ouch! Ouch!
I was in the eighth grade at Lincoln Junior High, which had a reputation as a rough and tough school. Our parents were mostly blue-collar workers who worked long, hard hours at jobs requiring lots of time and physical labor. Only a few students had parents with college degrees and desk jobs. Most of the…
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