A couple of days ago I was listening to the album Chicago VII, which is one of my all-time favorite compilations of music, and certainly my favorite Chicago album. The album represented a change in direction for the group as they added a few more jazzier tones to the typical rock that they had. In fact, that summer I got to see them in concert — my first-ever opportunity.
I have listened to this album well over one hundred times, but the other day was different. From the onset of the first three tracks (all instrumental) I was taken back to shortly after my graduation and my mind was flooded with old memories and images, many which I had forgotten about. It was really a strange, strange feeling. As each song from this double album set played, more memories came. Honestly, I was overwhelmed and by the time the album had completed, I realized that the two years of my life between graduation in 1974 and my departing on a mission to Japan for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in 1976 were probably the most fragile, tempestuous and most formative years of my life…even to this day in May 2019, 45 years later.
In May 1974, I graduated from Murray High School in Murray, Utah. It was the first event of my life that both of my parents attended. As exciting and fresh as that even was, earlier events from the previous two years were leading to what would become a number of major turning points in my life and really would alter the direction of it. As early as the winter of 1972, when the family lived in Bozeman, Montana and I was a junior in high school, I was becoming frustrated with the life around me. The family was dysfunctional, I was having to make new friends (this was my fifth school in five years) and I didn’t feel like a part of the family. I ran away from home twice that year, once as a trial run, hitchhiking my way to Billings and then finally choosing to go all out and head to Denver, as a 16 year old. That little trick ended up getting me thrown in a juvenile detention center overnight in Denver. But that is another story.
At the same time, I was searching for meaning in life. To be frank, I was a good kid. Never smoked, never drank, never did pot (and this was the 70s!). These were self-induced decisions, not religious ones. Yes, my adoptive mother Marge was a practicing Jehovah’s Witness at the time and I reluctantly attended with the family, but that really had no bearing my abstinence from these things. I just wasn’t interested. I got high listening to good music and reading fantasy and science fiction novels. But, I was also searching for some meaning in life. I believed in a God, but not the definition of the Jehovah’s Witness God. I have written about my religious leanings and LDS conversion in other posts. (See THIS POST as an example)
All of this led up to our move to the Salt Lake City area in the summer of 1973. Once again, I had to attend a new school, make new friends and adjust again. I was very fortunate to have fallen into a group of friends that were great examples to me and honestly cared about me. To this day I am grateful for that. But high school was still difficult for me. I was a non-Mormon in a predominantly Mormon (LDS) community and all of my friends at Murray were mostly LDS. I was definitely interested in the religion and was even taking an institute class…chiefly to learn more about the LDS interpretation of who God was. But I was still confused. I was depressed about my family situation…the dysfunction had gotten worse and the discord between my adoptive mother and my adoptive father Joe Kravetz had increased (and by 1977 they had divorced). I had a lust for life and thus was not suicidal, but I needed some help. By the second semester of high school I was seeing a counselor. They gave me an IQ test and I scored very high. Funny…that changed a great deal of my outlook. I was smarter than the average bear. I finished the last semester with almost straight A’s as a result. But, what I didn’t see coming was the massive tempest of REAL LIFE drama that would happen shortly after high school was done.
While in high school I had a job as a clerk at the Camera Department for Skaggs Drug Store in Murray. I loved the job. I got to interact with all kinds of people and I got to sell cameras and things. And, the clerks in the Camera Depart were also responsible for the Record and Tape Department…and I was (and still am) quite the music lover.
It was good to have a job and some income. I was saving for a car and had some spending money to by record albums which I would listen to in my basement bedroom late at night. That was my escape. My happy place.
By June of 1974, I had expressed an interest in joining the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. My parents were not happy with that at all. In the 1970s many considered the Mormons to be a cult, and my adoptive parents were in that group. In June I was basically told to leave the house because my parents did not want me influencing my siblings with this strange religious philosophy, despite my Dad knowing many of the members and the local Bishop pretty well. And thus the storm had begun. I was welcome to come over to the house and visit, as long as church was not brought up, but I had to move out on my own. I was still 17 and was already having to find a place to live, pay rent and become an adult really fast. My job helped, but I needed more. Fortunately, my friendly persona and interest in music had managed to make an influence on Alan Ferguson, one of the managers for Alta Distributing Company, the group that managed the record and tape distribution for Skaggs and dozens of other large retail outlets. One day, as I perused the new releases, Alan came up to me. He knew I was on my own and that I needed something more than a part-time job. He told me that they were looking for someone who could be on the road for them five days a week to fill the record racks in stores in Price and Vernal, Utah and also in Rock Springs and Evanston, Wyoming. They would provide me with a van, which I could also use for personal use since I didn’t have a car. It was a dream job for this young 17 year old music lover.
After a couple of weeks of training, I was on the road driving a white Dodge van filled with music and loving every minute of it. I was staying in hotels four nights a week, eating at good restaurants and driving on long drives with music blaring in the background. I soon made friends in some of the towns that I stayed in each week and would spend evenings with them.
In the meantime, I was having to wait until October before I could consider being baptized into the church. It was not until January 1975 before I was able to get baptized. My best friend Jonathan Jensen baptized me shortly before he left on his LDS Mission to Sweden.
Soon, all of my friends were leaving on missions. As for me, as a fledgling member of the church and one who was struggling to live on his own, Jonathan’s family became my family. I would visit there often, or visit my other friend, Russ Graves, at his house.
Not long after that, a family in the Murray 20th Ward, the Thomas family, knew that I needed something more stable and “family like” and offered me a room in their home. They lived across the street from the Jensens and were only two blocks from my family, so it was a nice arrangement.
The Thomas family was a good example to me and something I needed. But, I also needed someone my age.
I believe it was at a Stake dance that I met Penny Strong, a senior in high school from Cottonwood High School. I honestly don’t recall how we met. But, what I do remember, is that she became like a sister to me. Yes, I was interested in a girlfriend, but I had never had one. But, somehow, my relationship with Penny was so much more than a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship. In fact, I can still recall how often I would confide in her and her family. They were the final cementing agent I needed to remain happy and well. Ultimately, Penny was the person that gave me strength when I needed it. Her father Wayne was a good man and would always give me good advice. She had an older sister that was there as well. To me, Penny was a Godsend to a young man that was struggling to keep a good direction in his life. I will always be grateful to Penny for being there for me.
But my struggles weren’t over. I was a hustler. I was a people person. Even back in the 1970s, I had never met a stranger. These characteristics helped me immensely in my work for Alta Distributing. Sales in Price and Vernal increased nearly 300% in my year and a half. So much so that Alta had decided they were going to open a record store in Price and, at the age of 18, they offered me the role of managing the store at a salary of $30,000, which was, to me, a mind-blowing amount of money. I thought about all of the things I could do. And, I would be in the music business still.
But, one obstacle remained in my mind. As a member of the church I would be able to serve an LDS mission. All of my good friends were off on theirs by this time. Yet, I had not even been a member for one year. I was lost in my decision making. I would discuss this situation — good job and good future vs. two years of sacrifice and serving the Lord. I would talk about this with Penny, the Thomas family, Bishop Jensen, etc.
Ironically, I had submitted my mission papers sometime in November 1975, not even a member for a year at that time. It seemed like I had to wait an eternity for my mission call. Alta had made the job offer to me on a Monday or Tuesday in mid-December, near Christmas. They were banking on me accepting the job. And I was seriously considering it. By that Friday, they said they needed to move on the store and needed an answer by the next Monday morning. And, as luck would have it, I got my mission call on Saturday in the mail… Nagoya Japan. Leaving in February 1976. So, I was left with the mentally grueling task of making a VERY MAJOR life decision on a Sunday…basically had about 36 hours to make this decision…Mission or Record Shop? And the tough thing was that nobody could answer me. Either decision would have been a “righteous” and good decision.
I knew that I had come to a crossroads in my life. I knew that whatever decision I would make…indeed, the toughest decision I had ever made in my short 19 years of life…would set the course and direction of my life. (And, little did I know how very true that would be!!). Honestly, I think had I gotten a mission call to the United States, I may have decided on the job. But, the wanderlust in me. The adventurous heart in me, looked at Japan as a wonderful challenge and opportunity.
In the end, I chose to serve a mission to Japan. Monday morning at Alta did NOT go well. In one fell swoop I went from the good graces as an all-star in the company, to basically a company reject. They pulled me from the route I was doing and put me on a local, less attractive route in Salt Lake City. They said that they would consider hiring me back when I returned from my mission, but couldn’t promise anything, and certainly the store option was out of the question.
I was brokenhearted. I had worked so hard. I was not sure what the Japan mission would do for my future, but I moved on with faith. I learned the language and served faithfully, as well as I could, as a one-year convert.
In conclusion, that two year period BEFORE I departed on my mission to Japan (ages 17-19) was my first true trial by fire. Did I make the right decisions? I will never know for sure, but I think I did in the long run. The Japan mission for me really set the course of my life as I have had many jobs that were directly a result of my language skills. Now, in 2019, as I approach my 40th anniversary of my marriage to my sweet wife Julianne, I can look back on all of the richness (not in terms of money, but in terms of experiences) my life has given me — five children, ten grandchildren, friends all around the world, amazing travel experiences and a propensity to be happy despite any circumstances. And my heart is filled with gratitude, especially to those wonderful folks mentioned above that were there for me in my time of need back then.
Did you know I have a couple of books published? These two books are about offbeat and quirky places to take on your road trips. You can see both of my books at http://amzn.to/2ks6fQZ. Working on Book 3, hopefully coming in late Spring 2019!!