One of my New Year resolutions was to begin a journal of my life so here it goes.  I’ve enjoyed reading my son’s and daughter-in-law’s blogs over the years and just now decided that blogging will be my way of capturing my thoughts (at least those that I want to share).

Mid June 2011 I received a second total knee implant and then retired from my workplace.  At the age of 62 I am beginning the journey to the end of my life, which I plan on being a long and eventful trip.  Eventful in a pleasant way, God willing.

Getting myself in good physical and healthy shape is on the top of my list and I have a head start on it.  Having time to workout at an athletic facility with free weights, machines, and water facilities became possible about two months ago.  It’s kind of weird that our society has become so dependent on machines and facilities to keep us in good health.  I think back on how I grew up in the 1950s and 1960s.  There really wasn’t the need to make time each day or week for physical exercise; our lifestyles incorporated it.  As youngsters we played outside when the weather permitted it; running, jumping, and climbing everything in sight.  Some of our more popular games were: Mother May I, Red Rover, and, of course, Tag.  However we probably got more exercise playing Cowboys & Indians and War since we had to be in purpetual motion during each episode.

I grew up on the Eastside of Olympia, WA on State Avenue between McCormick & Lybarger streets and attended James Madison Elementary and Washington Jr. High schools.  That meant walking to and from school each day.  Now we didn’t live 5 or 10 miles from school, but I did walk well over a mile each day.  In grade school we had a morning, noon, and afternoon recess that lasted 15 or 20 minutes and most of that time was spent swinging on rings, climbing a jungle gym, or running in the field playing tag.  I remember one year when some of the girls got together and played like we were horses; that entailed a lot of jumping and running!

Summers were spent at a city park sponsored Play Field program or taking all-day bottle hunts with my sister and two bothers.  The bottle hunts had us walking from our home all the way to Lacey searching the ditches for soda pop and beer bottles.  We turned the bottles in for 1 or 2 cents and bought potato chips and soda pop with the money we made.  It took us all day, about 6 hours, for each trip.  Of course we didn’t have permission to do this, we told our mother we were at the Play Field all day.

The summer I turned 12 I began working in the berry and bean fields.  We got up at 5 AM and began working in the fields around 6 AM; quitting time was 2 PM and we got a 30 mintute lunch break.  It was back-breaking work, but it gave us spending money!

Since my home was near the grocery store and my church there were many times I walked to both.  I even walked to the old Davis’s Brown Derby when I began work there the summer I graduated from high school and I walked during good weather to my first state job on the capitol campus.

Looking back on how most of us in this area grew up, it’s easy to see why we were in good physical shape and I wish it was as simple as that now.