Ambrose, His Dog, and the Calf

My grandfather, Ambrose Call was born on his father’s farm in Bountiful, Utah, on February 29, 1888. Being a farm boy, his father expected him to work hard and taught him what he expected from farm boys.   From a young age he was given daily chores and, using his own words, he described his…

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Train Station Musings

In December 1966 I was living in Italy and had just moved to the small city of Salerno, about 50 kilometers south of Napoli. I met up with another young American with whom I would be working, and we had just set out to hunt for an apartment when it happened, a sudden attack of traveler’s…

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Stranger 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…

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Two 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…

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Ever heard of a Momma Bear?

When I was 11 years old I went to Yellowstone National Park with my father on a father and son’s trip with our church. The most memorable experience occurred when the bus driver stopped at the side of the road so we could take a picture of a mother bear and her cub resting a…

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The Doberman vs. The Panther

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  There is a story of an old Doberman who got lost while chasing a rabbit. As he was trying to get his bearings he noticed a panther running towards him, licking his lips, anticipating a Doberman lunch. This old dog realized that he needed to act quickly. He saw some bones lying on the…

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That Dog Is A Thief!

  A few years ago, my wife and I bought some sandwiches and decided to walk up City Creek Canyon in Salt Lake City to eat them. It was a warm fall day and we were enjoying our time together just laughing and being silly. We had just enough time to walk up the canyon…

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