In my previous post I wrote about how our forty years is tied to our family and did a montage of photos for each of my first three children, all daughters. Continuing is a collection of photos about our two boys, Seth and Solomon, who came to our family in March 1987 and March 1989.
I was working on my PhD at Arizona State University (which I never completed) when Seth decided to come into our world in March 1987. At that time the three girls were seven, six and four and a half. It was a new experience for us as we actually had children old enough to appreciate the newborn young boy and even, in some respects, assist us with him.
Three sisters started adoring on their little brother Seth almost immediately
Baby Seth was a cutie with red hair that he soon lost.
When Seth was about 5 months old, the family was on its way to Oita, Japan, where we would live from 1987 to late 1991. So, for most of Seth’s early years he was watching Japanese television and getting the Japanese experience (as were the three girls, who made their way into Japanese public schools, learned the language and the culture, etc.)
Shortly after arriving in Japan, Marissa helped Julianne with Seth
It was easier to carry Seth on our back everywhere we went
Seth’s favorite bath place was on our balcony overlooking the Oita River.
And he liked the beach to. This was in Saga-no-Seki, Japan
Like the other kids, Seth was pulled into Japanese ads. He was in a number of them as a blonde baby boy.
Another shot for a different ad in Japan
Japan had a major influence on Seth
Marissa and Seth were captains of a ship in Beppu (at least for a few minutes)
Seth prized his Mickey Mouse wizard doll when in Japan
Finally back in the United States in 1992, Seth was able to get established in American schools and did well.
Seth visiting the Grand Canyon shortly after getting back to the U.S.
Visiting Sunset Crater National Monument near Flagstaff in 1992
Seth became a Jamestown settler for a while in Jamestown settlement Virginia in 1993
Hanging with his sister Amaree in 1992 (celebrating our 13th Anniversary)
Looking dapper in 1994
Seth in elementary school in Nicholasville, KY
Seth the high schooler
We visited a “bodily function” exhibit in St. Louis. Chelsea and Seth seemed to enjoy the Poo to You display
The Giant kid with the Jolly Green Giant in 2004. He accompanied Amaree to Great Falls, Montana when she moved there after graduation from UK
Seth as a football player at Lafayette
Shortly before graduating high school, Seth obtained his Eagle Scout. A proud moment.
Seth at Lafayette High School Graduation
Seth served an LDS mission in Salt Lake City
Seth and Holly Wedding Day in December 2009
Seth was so popular that they named a town after him in West Virginia
Julianne and Sol in 1989 shortly after he was born. This was in Oita, Japan
We were already living in Japan when Solomon decided to join our family. According to Julianne, he was her easiest birth. And, almost instantly he was a hit in Oita. Not many “gaijin” children were born in that part of Japan. So, it was great news for all of us and for many of our Japanese friends.
Solomon had long, fun curly hair
He always had a smile on his face (or so it seemed)
Seth and Solomon pretty much grew up together and were pretty much inseparable until about high school days…
Got a nice shot of Marissa and Solomon at a Japanese cafe around 1991
One of our favorite pics of the two boys together.
Solomon had his favorite toys too. This was at his grandmother’s house in Mesa, AZ
Amaree and Solomon together at some event. That’s Chelsea in the background
Watching the horse events at the Kentucky Horse Park
Solomon and Seth looking nice in their ties
Fishing with Grandpa Bateman in Utah in 1997
Some of the kids, including Solomon at Bowlin’s Akela Flats in southeastern New Mexico December 1999
Seth and Solomon with Marissa in Chicago, just a couple of weeks before she was married
Solomon was always playful
Solomon and Seth giving “Aunt Beula” a kiss after a Trailer Park Troubadours concert
Seth and Solomon were mentored in many ways by University of Kentucky (and later pro) football player Aaron Boone
Solomon really liked hanging out with my friend, former Steppenwolf and Trailer Park Troubadours guitarist Bobby Cochran
Solomon as a football player at Lafayette. As a Senior in 2006 he was named All-City.
Solomon was a tough wrestler as a sophomore. He ended up going to state
Solomon at his Eagle Court of Honor
Both Seth and Solomon were linemen for Lafayette High School’s Generals
Solomon graduation from High School with his lovely mother
Ha! They named a town after Solomon too!
Soon after graduation Solomon made his way to Colorado to work in the Medical Marijuana industry. He has become an expert in growing and prepping medical grade cannabis and is now in Kentucky working on a large hemp facility.
Solomon shows off the Cannabis Cup that he helped his company win in Colorado. He still works with Todd (in the left) growing hemp in Kentucky
We have certainly been blessed with a wonderful family of five children. Tomorrow, I’ll talk about the expansion of our family…our ten wonderful grandchildren. These have extended the joy we have as we approach our 40th anniversary in a few days.
Most of us have friends. Some may be very close and others may just be casual acquaintances. Friends can almost feel like family at times. Over the years I’ve had some very close friends and friends that gave me a feeling of belonging. But, one thing many say about me… I have never met a stranger.
Stylishly climbing a tree in 1963 or 1964 at Bluewater Lake in New Mexico
The first friend I can recall was back in Albuquerque around 1964, when I was about eight years old. For about three years I was friends with a boy named Ricky Fetterer. I would walk down to his house every morning and watch cartoons (we liked watching The Mighty Hercules — even today I can recall the theme song). After that was over, we would walk to school together, about a quarter-mile from his house. He certainly was, at that time, my best friend. One day they moved away to Kansas or Missouri or someplace like that. I was brokenhearted that I had lost my best friend. But, it was not soon thereafter that we too left Albuquerque and headed east to live in Richardson, Texas.
At the playground with Danny and Aaron ca. 1966 in Richardson, Texas
In Richardson, the neighborhood we lived in had a few kids and so I became friends with them and we played football and catch and things like that together, but I never really had the chance to grow close to them as we were only there for about a year and a half. I don’t even recall names or faces. I can recall playing football in the front yard and, as I try to look at the faces, all I see are blurs. In fact, over the years of my youth, I never did have another close friend like Ricky until I got to my senior year in high school.
Joe Kravetz during his Skaggs Days in Denver, CO around 1969
You see, my father worked for Skaggs Drug and we moved quite often. From 1968 through 1974 I attended three different elementary schools, two junior high schools and three different high schools. During that period we lived in Dallas, Denver, Great Falls, Bozeman and finally Murray, Utah. Did I have some friends? Of course I did. I had friends from band, friends from other clubs, friends from extra-curricular activities. But none were really all that close. And, I think that besides the relative short times in each place, another part of the problem was that I always tried too hard to make friends. I was known for bragging and boasting in an effort to impress. That was one of the downsides of moving so much and thus it led to a lack of self-confidence.
Here I am working with some of the Bozeman Yearbook staff in 1973. Sheila, Melody, Sharon and Joyce. I was contacted by one of them a via Facebook a couple of years ago when they came across this photo.
I find it ironic that in this day of social media such as Facebook and Instagram, that I have been able to renew relationships with people from my old high school days. As we correspond and look at each other’s Facebook we have grown closer despite distance. And that has been an interesting and blessed part of life. I am grateful for how something like Facebook can open up formerly closed doors.
Intramural Basketball team members at Bozeman Senior High back in 1973. I was the player/coach for one of the teams. That’s me, third from left in back row.
A recent photo of my Bozeman friend Bud, who now lives in Colorado.
Just a few days ago I was contacted by a friend of mine from Bozeman Senior High School named Bud Herzog. That is one person who I still remember from the days of my junior year in high school. We caught up through Instagram and then eventually spoke on the phone for about an hour to reminisce about old times, old friends and acquaintances. It was refreshing to reestablish a long last relationship I had over 40 years ago.
As I noted above, I really forged a couple of close relationships with friends during my senior year in high school in Murray, Utah. I guess a number of things led to that opportunity to make those friends. First, having moved into a predominantly LDS/Mormon community, and having a desire to seek more about it because of a chance meeting I had in Bozeman just the previous summer. A girl from Summit, NJ and her family were there and introduced me to the church and gave me a Book of Mormon. So, while I was registering for my senior year, I decided to take seminary class (very common in large LDS communities such as Salt Lake City and Mesa, Arizona) and it was through seminary that I met some of the individuals that would eventually become my very close friends. And it turned out that they lived in the same neighborhood that I did. At that time, I didn’t know anything about the church’s boundaries, but, as it turns out, I lived in the same ward boundaries as these guys did. So, it seems that all of the chips fell into the same bowl to create the perfect opportunity to forge new friendships.
Obviously, I still had the problems talking about myself and had spoken highly of my previous years in Montana thus leading to my Murray-based nickname of “Monty Montana“ during my senior year of high school. There were a few guys who befriended me and made my life a little better, In fact, a lot better. But, back then I was always “Monty” to them.
Jonathan Jensen as he looked in high school in 1974
I became close friends with five or six of these guys. Perhaps the most prominent of them were the two I grew closest to as friends, namely Jonathan Jensen and Russell Graves. We remain close friends even to this day. Both Jonathan and Russ lived just a couple of blocks from me and I spent a lot of time at their homes, getting to know their families, their parents, etc. In fact, I was probably at their places more than my own house. And as I drew near to joining the church, I also became very close to Jonathan‘s father Boyd Jensen, who at the time was the Bishop of the Murray 20th Ward. Bishop Jensen became almost like a second father to me and I so strongly desired to have a family like they had because, as I have noted in previous blog posts, my family situation was not the best.
Murray 20th Ward Young Adult basketball team in 1975 (Dale Simper is front left, next to me)
Visiting with Jonathan at Sundance Resort in Utah in 2016
Through my activities in the ward, specifically participating in their sports programs — softball, volleyball and basketball, I grew closer to many of these guys. And as a senior in high school, I felt like I had hit the jackpot. Jonathan and Russell and a few of the other guys were all part of the basketball team and/or the football team. They were all popular in school. And here I was, a virtual nobody — a braggadocious “Monty Montana”, being embraced with friendship buy these guys. That truly helped open the door for other friendships. And for that I have always been very grateful because, honestly, I think that it saved my life.
Visiting Russ at his home in Murray, Utah in 2016
I spent a lot of time at Jonathan and Russ’s houses. And usually, it wasn’t just me and Russ or me and Jonathan, but all three of us and often times more of our friends including John Janssen, Dale Simper, and a few others.
Jonathan, Russ and also Dale, have remained close friends over the years. Every time I visit the Salt Lake area, we all get together and reminisce of good times and just spend time learning about each other‘s current lives… What is up with all of their children and my children, talk about grandchildren, talk about jobs. These guys have always been there for me and I am so grateful to them. In many respects, they’re almost like family to me.
Visiting my friends Russ, Jonathan and Dale in the summer of 2018 in Murray, Utah
Glen Krebs has been a very close friend. He officiated at one of my daughters’ weddings in this photo
Funny thing is that, through them, I was introduced to another Murray grad when I came to Kentucky. Glen Krebs graduated the year before me and went on his LDS mission to Japan as well. Most of my friends were either friends with him or knew him well. When I first came to Kentucky for job interviews, I was able to stay at Glen’s house. We have since become very close. I have done work for him. His wife and mine both went to the same high school in Mesa, Arizona and we even share the same wedding anniversary date of July 15!! Like Jonathan and Russ, Glen has always been there to help get me through the difficult challenges of life when I needed him to.
Glen is also an avid supporter of my writing and books. I signed my most recent copy for him here. (We are also both UK Fans….)
Penny Strong as I knew her in 1976.
Finally, during the time I was trying to get into the church and then make decisions concerning my mission, I had become good friends with a wonderful young lady from Cottonwood High School named Penny Strong (now married with a different last name). To this day, I can’t recall how we first met, but she was a godsend. Ours was not a romantic relationship. It was a true friendship and she was always there to talk and listen. She was like a “my age group” sister to me in the real sense. Even to this day we stay in touch. I am, even to this day, grateful for the strong positive influence Penny had in my life.
This is Penny in 2018. Like me, a happy grandparent and she still has that wonderful youthful look. So glad we are still friends.
This was the group I entered the Language Training Mission (LTM) with in Feb. 1976. We all flew to Nagoya together. (Marc White is 4th from the left. I am on the far right)
Busily engaged as a missionary in 1976
Eventually, we all go our separate ways. Jonathan, Russ, Dale, John and others all left for LDS missions to various parts of the world. I too ended up joining the church and serving an LDS mission. I followed in their footsteps and it was because they were such good examples in helping me to make good decisions.
Serving two years as a missionary and being together with a companion for a number of months, it is not usual that some of the missionary companions become good friends. I haven’t kept in contact with many of my former missionary companions or others. But I try to. Interestingly, while I was in the Language Training Mission in February/March 1975, I had TWO companions and one of them was someone I knew from Murray. His name was Marc White. I did not know Marc very well during high school, but I do know that he was the quarterback of the football team and he was a great leader. During our missionary years, we became very close and he was kind of the cement that kept me strong during my weak times. Since our missions, I have been in touch with him a few times, but we have kind of lost touch over the years. But I’ll never forget how good Marc was in being a good friend and not just a missionary companion and leader to me.
One of my favorite mission companions was Lee Richan. Sadly, he passed away in 2012
Fun with Elder Lee Richan in Fuji, Japan 1978
I have kept in touch with very few of those that I served missionary time with in Japan in the 1970s. I am friends with a few on Facebook, and keep track of them that way, but we’ve all gone our separate ways. There was one, however, to whom I became very close friends with and had remained friends until he died a few years ago and that is Lee Richan. Much like me, Lee was a convert to the church. He had been a motorcycle rider for many years and had an interesting background. But, as missionary companions, we achieved our goals together and we had a very fun time together. He was very good about remembering birthdays and would always call me or send me a note on my birthday. Over the years we would talk and communicate and when I could get to Utah, we would visit with each other. Sadly, Lee passed away on December 17, 2012. He was 58.
Lee Richan as I knew him around 2010
Lee was not the first of my friends who had passed away at early age. But, his passing was certainly the most impactful that had experienced up to that time. There were two or three former missionaries and there were a couple of people from two of my different high schools that I had received notification that they had passed. It is always sad when someone you know passes away. But I was really brokenhearted when Lee passed away. His friendship was a valuable jewel to me.
Our first photo together ca. 1978
After my mission, I attended BYU and actually became roommates with Jonathan Jensen there. He and a couple of others had pitched in to buy a house. There were a couple of others in the house I knew and then I became friends with the other roommates that were there with me. But, I was too engaged in trying to find a “eternal companion,“ to be very involved with my friends most of the time. And once I had found my sweetheart, Julianne, my friendships took a back burner a long time even though I did stay in contact.
Time came and went. Jobs came and went. Julianne and I ultimately moved to Flagstaff, Arizona, to take us closer to her home yet keep us away from the dreaded heat. While in Flagstaff, I would attend college at Northern Arizona University and it was there today forged my next close friendship with now lifelong friend Charles Snow. Both of us had some Jewish of bringing in our family and we both were converts and we both had a lot of things in common. Eventually, Charles and I worked at the same places are a couple of times and that was always fun. As things would go, we moved onto Arizona State University and Charles and Michelle moved on in other directions. He currently lives in North Carolina and I have been able to visit him there.
Visiting with Charles Snow in North Carolina in 2016
Like me, Charles was always fond of telling jokes and having fun. I’m grateful that we remain close to this day and that when we do talk, which is not often, it is like we were just with each other the day before like me, Charles was always find of telling jokes and having fun. I’m grateful that we remain close to this day and that when we do talk, which is not often, it is like we were just with each other the day before.
Family in Japan in 1987
By 1987, my family eventually went to Japan for a few years. We made a few friends in Japan, chiefly people that would help us through that experience. But nobody really became too close per se. Life was too busy with children and everything else going on.
With Ron (aka Antsy McClain) ca. 1998
It wasn’t until we returned back from Japan in 1991 that I was blessed with a new lifelong friendship. I could not locate work in Arizona and ultimately was hired as a contract Japanese interpreter for an auto parts plant in Shelbyville, Kentucky in 1992. I shared a table with another interpreter, named Ron Bell, who was originally from Ohio but was living in Kentucky at the time. Ron was always good for a joke. During his days in college at BYU, Ron was an editorial cartoonist and has also become quite the artist. We always talked of collaborating some day on something or other. There were evenings as well that I would go over to his place and listen to him play his guitar and sing his songs. He eventually left the company and went on to other things. But we stayed in touch as he lived locally in the Lexington area and we remained friends. He later formed a partnership with another guy and as musicians, they called themselves the “Trailer Park Troubadours.” As part of their schtick, Ron had given himself a pseudonym of Antsy McClain, which he still uses to this day.
Working with Antsy McClain
Singing with Antsy McClain at Woodflock 2015
The Trailer Park Troubadours eventually landed a recording contract and had a website that they were not happy with. Ron, knowing that I could do web work, asked me to start managing his website, which I have done continuously for nearly 25 years.
Over those years, I have not just been a business associate doing his website. We have become very close friends and like brothers. We have seen each other struggle through life’s challenges. We have celebrated each other’s good times. Antsy (which is what I typically call him now) helped me to fulfill one of my dreams of being in a band and touring as I was able to participate with the group, not as a musician, but now with logistics and other things. I have always been his biggest cheerleader.
Visiting with Antsy McClain (and gawking at his grandchild pix) just before a show in Ohio in 2016
We have actually seen each other‘s children grow up and become parents. Antsy has joined the grandparent club and now he and I both share the blessing of being grandparents. This has been a joyful relationship for me and hopefully for Ron. I am heartfully grateful for this long 25 year friendship.
On tour with Antsy McClain in San Francisco in the early 2000s. Getting to live a dream thanks to a good friend
Having BBQ with my old friend and fellow Troubs’ fan Michael Fisher in Georgetown, TX We first met through Facebook
As I mentioned early on, Julianne has always said that I have never met a stranger. And that is true. I am always friendly and outgoing and social. That has helped me to develop other friendships over the years. Facebook has opened up doors for me to develop virtual friendships that I would’ve never expected. I have become friends with people through Facebook and eventually, in some cases, have been able to visit them and get to know them better. Some of these friendships came as a result of Trailer Park Troubadours associations (such as Michael Fisher in photo). Others came as a result of my travel blogging. But in each case these are friendships that I value. There are others that I become friends with on Facebook they have yet to meet in person but we share things in common. To me, that has become a unique form of friendship making.
Hanging out with Texas travel blogger, author and photographer Tui Snider in Azle, TX whom I first met through Facebook.
One of these Facebook friends is Tui Snider. She is a Texas author whom I first met as a result of her book about offbeat attractions in Texas. She has authored a number of books since that time. We quickly became friends via Facebook and, as she lives very close to my sister in Texas, one trip I went out to visit with her and her husband Larry. We have hit it off and are now good friends. I relish her great success in writing, selling books and her numerous speaking engagements. Thankfully, she has been a great mentor to me and was instrumental in helping me to get my first two books out and on the market.
Bobby Cochran performing with Steppenwolf in 1975. I took this at the show.
One of the more interesting friendship stories is that of guitarist Bobby Cochran. I became friends with the former Steppenwolf guitarist when he joined and played lead guitar for Antsy for many years. I actually roomed with Bobby a couple of times on the road and we have taken many trips together and talked about everything…music, religion, politics. Funny thing about Bobby is that I saw him perform with Steppenwolf in 1975 (see the photo). Who’d have thought that 25 years later we would be friends and traveling together.
Enjoying time with guitarist Bobby Cochran in Bardstown, KY around 2012
I also count myself fortunate to be friends with a number of other very talented musicians that I was introduced to through Antsy McClain. These would include guitarists, multi-instrumentalists and others.
Over the past 2 to 3 years, I have become very engaged in photography. It has always been a passion of mine, but with a nicer camera and a lovely park with a lake nearby, it has become a daily activity. Jacobson Park is nearby and has a large lake and lots of wildlife and lots of beauty. I visit almost daily and practice my art of photography there whether it be on birds, plants or nature such as sunrises and sunsets. Through this activity I’ve also developed friendships with other photographers and these too are unique and fun friendships. We talk about birds and we talk about other things. A couple of these photographers were Vietnam vets and we talk about their time in the service. I have learned about a couple of their families and their family life as they have about mine. It is nice to have these friends and some of them I see almost on a daily basis.
Of course, I would be remiss if I neglected to add some comment about a couple of my neighbors. Mike Lemaster has been next door to us for nearly 20 years. He and Lauren have become good friends and we have watched each other’s children grow up and watched grandkids come along. Next door to him is another amazing neighbor in Steve Ward. He and his wife Chris are overly generous and always giving.
Both of these neighbors have always been gracious with their time and provide advice. We have had cookouts together and other fun activities. Mike keeps an immaculate yard and that is the only thing he does to make me feel bad! As for Steve, there have been numerous instances where he has come over to help, without being asked. He is the kind of neighbor everybody dreams about having…except for us…it is a reality.
I have been blessed to have many many other friends from all walks of life. Many of you who I count as my friends will read this and likely wonder where you are. You are in my mind, but not enough space to add any more. I am grateful for all of my many friends. My life is truly rich and blessed with friendships. Way more than I am truly worthy of. Thanks to ALL of you!!
A little over 40 years ago this year I completed my last semester of high school in 1974 at Murray High School in Murray, Utah. In many respects, it seems like just yesterday, but then there are other pieces that make it seem like it was ages ago. I am amazed at how quickly 40 years has passed!
David 40 years after graduating high school in 1974
The year 1974 marked a new direction for me and my life as I took many avenues towards the location where I am now, 40 years later. I had no idea in 1974 what the next five years of my life would bring me and how that five years of my life would have a profound impact on the direction and course that the rest of my life has taken me.
David Kravetz 1974 shortly before graduation
Graduation from Murray High School in Utah in 1974
Within a year of my graduation I had gotten a new full-time job and I was traveling quite a bit for Alta Distributing, which was a record and tape rack jobber. This began to fulfill my wanderlust of being able to travel on the road while at the same time fulfilling my joy in music.
One year after high school while working for Alta Distributing
During my senior year of high school I had begun learning about the Mormon church. Most of my friends during my senior year were LDS members and all lived in my general neighborhood. They were amazing examples to me and treated me like a brother which was a defining note in terms of my eventually joining the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints in January 1975.
Hanging with a couple of my friends from high school (Brett Davies & Scott Brown)
My graduation in May 1974 marked an unusual event for me as it was the only time in all of my school years that both my stepmother Marjorie and my stepfather Joe attended a school event of mine together. One or the other had, on occasion, been to one of my band concerts or other events, but never had both of them shown up together at any of my events until my graduation. The fact that they attended my graduation is absolutely a fond memory for me. I can even remember the steakhouse that they took me out to after graduation that night for my graduation dinner.
A rare photo of my step father Joe Kravetz and my step mother Marge – ca. 1978
Within a year of my graduation I was kicked out of the house for my following the teachings of the Mormon church. Over the years my relationship with my step parents had bounced up and down. Though never terrible, there was never that real close feeling of being part of a truly connected family. I can’t blame either Marjorie or Joe, as they had many troubles in their lives. They had troubles between each other and then they had the challenges of trying to raise a pretty much dysfunctional family.
Another rare photo – the only known complete family photo of all of the Kravetz Clan – ca. 1978
The year 1974 also created memories in relationship to the music that was popular back then as well as some of the movies during that period. There was a great hit by Bachman Turner Overdrive called “Taking Care of Business” which had become popular in 1974 and has remained one of my theme songs throughout my life. Disco began making its moves in 1974 as well and I was (and continue to be) fond of that music genre to this day.
The Hobbit – I was addicted to Tolkien by the end of 1974
It was during the spring of 1974 that I had my first dabbling into J.R.R. Tolkien works. I had to read “The Hobbit” in my English class that spring and I don’t believe that I had ever become so engrossed in a book as I did with “The Hobbit” in 1974. Soon thereafter, and also during that semester in school, I read the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy. Needless to say, I was enthralled by the Lord of the Rings and by J.R.R. Tolkien’s other writings. Even back then, despite the great advances in movie technology, I had to wait over 30 years for the first real Lord of the Rings movie to appear. Interestingly enough, at that time the musical group Chicago had released their sixth album and one of the songs on the album was “Wishing You Were Here“. I listened to that album many many times in 1974 and many of them were down in my deep dark bedroom that had no windows as I read The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings. Even today when I hear that song, as I did back then, it makes me think of Bilbo Baggins wishing Gandalf were there in the lonely cave as he was being chased by Gollum.
Rock Concert shot from 1975 in Salt Lake City – Neil Diamond
I had my first ventures into arena rock concerts in 1974, attending shows such as Loggins and Messina, the Doobie Brothers, America and Billy Joel. That year Elton John released his album Yellow Brick Road and had a tour associated with it, including one stop at the University of Utah’s arena. I was able to attend that show, and it turned out to be one of my most memorable concerts of all time. It was also in 1974 that I saw a group called Steppenwolf perform in Salt Lake City. At that time the lead guitarist was named Bobby Cochran. Little did I know back then that 35 years later I would be friends with that same Bobby Cochran and would be traveling with him as he performed with Antsy McClain and the Trailer Park Troubadours. I am grateful to be friends with Bobby, who is a guy and an amazing guitarist. I have thoroughly enjoyed the time that I have spent with him in our travels.
John Kaye of Steppenwolf in Salt Lake City, 1975
Bobby Cochran, then with Steppenwolf in 1975
Here I am with Bobby Cochran in 2011
As my schooling in 1974 came to an end, I had become a fairly accomplished saxophone player on both the tenor and baritone saxophones. I was taking lessons from a well-known jazz musician at Westminster College in Salt Lake City. I actually had dreams of joining a band very similar to Chicago or Blood, Sweat and Tears, and practiced my heart out to do so.
I played the Baritone Sax all through high school
Here I am in 1973 with the Bozeman High School Jazz Band
But, at that time, little did I know, that my life would change dramatically upon being baptized into the LDS (Mormon) Church. My dreams of becoming a professional rock musician faded away. Within a year from my baptism in January 1975, I was called on a mission and went to serve the church in Nagoya, Japan.
Serving as a missionary in Fuji, Japan 1978
Even on my mission I loved to write and have fun
That two years of my life in Japan ultimately changed the entire direction of my life. After serving from 1976 to 1978, and upon my return to the states, I have spent a good part of the last 35 years involved in full-time work with Japanese-related businesses and even returned to Japan for four years with my family in the late 1980s and early 1990s.
Thanks to my time as a missionary I worked in Japan. Here I am with then British Foreign Minister Sir Geoffrey Howe and Oita Prefecture Mayor Morihiko Hiramatsu
I spent three days with Olympic Gold Medalist Nadia Comaneci during her visit to Kyushu in 1990
Indeed, Japan is an integral part of my life now and something that did not even occur to me as a senior in high school 40 years ago.
Indeed, Japanese culture is a deep part of my life. I have the Samurai spirit!
Upon my return from Japan, I initially attended Brigham Young University and it was there that my met my eternal sweetheart Julianne Bateman. Just a little over five years after my graduation from high school I was married to her and my life once again took a whole new wonderful direction for me as I began a family of my own. In about one month (as I write this) I will celebrate my 35th anniversary with this wonderful woman!
An early photo of Julianne and me shortly after our engagement in 1979. Notice…no mustache!
Our Wedding Photo 1979 – we celebrate 35 years in July 2014
I Married Up!!
Julianne and David in 2011 in Lexington, KY. I love this photo
As a senior in high school I had not even had a girlfriend. In fact, I didn’t even have my first kiss until I was already graduated in the summer of 1974. There is no doubt that I had hidden crushes on a couple of cute girls in high school, but between my insecurity in dealing with girls and the fact that I was not a member the Mormon church, I had a few hurdles in front of me that kept me from getting anywhere with any of them. I certainly was not a shy person. I never have been. But I was really scared to death to ask any girls out on a date because I was afraid of rejection. Ironically, in my later years, probably about five years ago, I had occasion to visit Salt Lake City. During that visit I was able to drop by and see one of the girls that I had a crush on and had become friends with through church. She has had a difficult life as she has struggled through a couple of marriages, but is still the sweet girl that I knew back in the mid-1970s. I told her at the time of my visit that I had a crush on her in high school. She told me that she knew that, and wondered why I had never asked her out on a date. She told me that she would have most certainly gone out with me on a date back then. Oh well, we both went our directions and I am very happily married to my wonderful sweetheart and she too seems to be happy in her current situation.
The first photo I ever saw of my natural father Joe Laurienzo. I did not even know of him until 1974. I saw this in 1975
Another major discovery from 1974 was my finding out who my birth father was. That too was a life-changing experience for me. I had been disenfranchised from my natural mother for many years, and as an 18-year-old I had decided that it was time for me to reach out to her. Fortunately for me, in 1975 I was able to contact my real father and speak to him on the phone, which I did a couple of times. I am grateful for that experience as I never got to meet him. When we moved to Kentucky in 1992, I was finally close enough to Cleveland to try, but by the time I had an opportunity, he had already passed away…in fact, it had only been two weeks prior to my plans to go up there. Nonetheless, over the last few years I have grown very close to my Laurienzo sisters and brother in Cleveland as a result. I have also visited my father’s grave.
David with most of his Laurienzo siblings
Visiting my natural father’s grave in Cleveland, OH
Seeing my natural mother Orene (aka Jennierose Lavendar) in 1976
Finally, as I think back on this 40 years since 1974, I must openly say that I have been very, very blessed. I still have friendships from 40 years ago that mean a great deal to me. During that 40 years I have ventured overseas numerous times, I have had wonderful experiences with jobs, I have met people from all over the world, I have been married and had five wonderful children and now nine grandchildren.
My wife and children in 2009
Hanging with my grandchildren in 2012
I have been blessed to be able to develop a number of skills that I never imagined I would have back then (indeed, some of them, such as internet work and web design were completely unimaginable since they didn’t yet exist!!). Some of the skills I have acquired over the years include the ability to write, photography, travel, singing and music, the ability to make friends wherever I go. And yes, I have become friends with rock stars and have actually toured with a band (Antsy McClain and the Trailer Park Troubadours). I still am associated with that band, so even my high school dream of being in a band partially came true.
Singing on stage with Antsy McClain in 2007
On tour with Antsy McClain in San Francisco around 2005
On a boat Island Hopping in the Philippines 2006
Visiting Kyoto, Japan in 1987
It is amazing how one’s life can take so many turns and go in a direction that one could never dream of as an 18-year-old graduate of high school.
Visiting the Tulum ruins in Mexico
Visiting NYC in 1990
Life is truly awesome! But it’s only getting better!
Life is Awesome but only getting better 40 years after graduating high school