I think the erosion of the family was mostly due to regret. I cannot get into the heads of people, but I can listen to what they say and observe what they do to figure out if they are being honest. If they say one thing, and then do another thing, they aren't being honest. It isn't rocket science; it's human behavior. Actions generally reveal more about people's motives than do words.
Tuesday, December 19, 2023
The Family Finale
I think the erosion of the family was mostly due to regret. I cannot get into the heads of people, but I can listen to what they say and observe what they do to figure out if they are being honest. If they say one thing, and then do another thing, they aren't being honest. It isn't rocket science; it's human behavior. Actions generally reveal more about people's motives than do words.
Sunday, December 17, 2023
Remembering Dad: His Newsletter Obituary
Issue 237
WAYNE C. KOECKE
1932-1992
With much of his family and several friends at his side, Wayne Koecke died at his home on December 16th. His vigil for life, and battle against cancer, ended on a snowy evening in a room by a window that several of his grandkids had built a snowman just outside of in hopes of raising his spirits just one more time. Somehow, we think it did.
Saturday, December 16, 2023
Remembering Dad: Thirty Years Ago Tonight
Tuesday, December 12, 2023
Pondering Death and Its Options
While we hold onto those thoughts in one part of our minds, another part of us wants to be adventurous and to live life to the fullest. James Dean's self-fulfilling quote, "Live fast, die young, and leave a beautiful corpse," takes the idea to the opposite end of the spectrum of life and death from immortality. While most of us don't go anywhere near that far in our pursuit of adventure, we tend to tie the will to live to having a life worth living.
Thursday, December 7, 2023
Remembering Mom: Her Trips to the Cemetery
I was seven when David died. Mom and Dad let us view his body lying in state, which is the most vivid image of David that I retain, but we weren't allowed to go to his funeral. He spent so little time at home that we never got to know or play with him.
More vivid than the image of David in his coffin are the images of the many times Mom walked across the uneven ground of Lullaby Land to put flowers on his grave. Her regular trips to the cemetery began on her birthday in 1965. Her birthday, and David's birthday and date of death, became ritualistic for her and Dad to visit David's grave. In 1993, she added Dad's dates of birth and death, and we children became her support system accompanying her to our brother's grave and our father's crypt.
Wednesday, December 6, 2023
Remembering Dad: Was it a Prank?
We were in his office discussing some business when the phone rang. He answered it.
"I wouldn’t pay fifty dollars to spend the whole night with her," he said just before he slammed the phone down!
Thursday, November 23, 2023
Remembering Dad: The Day May Got Him
May showed up at the office unexpectedly one day. She was always welcome, but this day she seemed to have a reason. She appeared agitated, so Dad invited her into his office to vent a bit.
"I’m so upset with Sears," she told him.
He assured her that Sears always makes good on any customer complaint, and always honors its warranties.
Wednesday, October 25, 2023
Remembering Dad: His Camera Collection
Friday, October 6, 2023
I am Creating the Wayne Koecke Memorial Camera Collection
No one will ever know the truth about why Mom chose to hoard everything, which led to a huge mess to deal with when the time inevitably came to deal with things. I understood the sentimental value that Mom placed on Dad's camera collection, but I never understood why I was the only person in the family who placed a value higher than sentiment on the collection.
Dad's collection included two-to-three hundred cameras that he would pick up at Goodwill and other sources. It seemed to me that the best way to honor Dad was to loan or donate some of the best cameras to museums and to put some in displays where he was known.
What happened was the collection remained in Dad's library room, where it collected a lot of dust.
Thursday, March 30, 2023
Remembering Dad: Looking Back on the Night He Planned His Funeral
Tuesday, December 13, 2022
Remembering Mom: Meeting Loren Hancock
Sunday, December 11, 2022
Remembering Mom: Her First Mother's Day in Heaven
David was born in December of 1964 and died in March of 1965 at three-and-a-half months old. I cannot imagine how much pain Mom must have felt that first Mother's Day without him. She never lost the grief of losing him. Some of my most vivid memories of Mom are walking with her over the uneven ground in Lullaby Land so she could place flowers on his grave.
At first, she would go on the anniversaries of his birth and death, plus Memorial Day, which is really close to her birthday. Dad honored and adopted the tradition until his death in 1992.
Monday, May 4, 2020
Yvonne Koecke (1935-2020): Third Eerie Premonition About Death Came True
Mom was born on May 31st, 1935, in Leith, North Dakota. Her parents, Roy "Clair" and Dorothy Kamrath packed everything up that July and moved to Oregon with their oldest child.
She told us tales about growing up in the logging camps, and various homes and farms, as her father moved the family seeking regular work during the Great Depression. The family would grow with Clarence, Bill, and Eileen added to the pack. Pa, as we used to call him, found regular employment with Oregon State College in Corvallis, and the family settled into its permanent home.
Sunday, February 2, 2020
Remembering Dad: His Magic Garage
Despite his thousands of books, hundreds of cameras, and dozens of silent movies, his grandchildren loved his magic garage most! He had various sets up in the rafters that depicted different holidays or scenes of Americana. It was all controlled by a box with about two dozen plugs and switches wired into a framework that was about 12 inches by 18 inches and built from 2X4s. It worked, and also probably frightened any electrician who ever saw it!
Wednesday, November 13, 2019
Remembering Dad: Lunches with Ron MacDonald
Saturday, December 16, 2017
Remembering Dad: He Loved Trivia, But Not Trivial Pursuit
Thursday, June 8, 2017
Remembering Dad: The Rice Salad Standoff
Dad had the bowl of it in his hand when Maureen spoke saying she didn’t want any. I added, "Me neither! It looks yucky!"
There were two quick plops of it, one on her plate and one on mine. Dad’s instructions were succinct: "Eat it."
Now there were certainly times and places to pick battles with Dad, and this was one of those times! Maureen and I could sit united in defiance of his instructions, and go on a partial hunger strike!
Monday, April 17, 2017
Remembering Dad: He Always had a List
Wednesday, March 30, 2016
Remembering Dad: His System of Cycling Junk
Mom enjoyed many of his collections, and tolerated others. She also does not like junk hanging around the house, but her definition of junk differed from Dad’s definition of junk.