mens sana in corpore sano
In a few brief paragraphs I will make a half-hearted attempt to summarize my
life. I donít know why it is
so difficult to do this other than I feel embarrassed talking about myself. Given my present trajectory, Iím not sure
I will do any earth shattering things so itís a good time to begin,
summarizing that is. But maybe there still are a few earth shattering
things left to do.
I started out living and breathing in the fall of 1941, born the fourth boy in a family of five plus two others, one being a first cousin (my oldest brother died), but that's way off this subject. I was a pretty healthy kid, kind of scrawny but always scrappy and very climby and raising chickens and doing what other kids did. In my first picture I was chewing on something. Mom couldnít keep me from climbing up or on anything of any size whatever.
Our family moved from the sleepy, laid back one-horse
pee-waddle town of Bellingham
around 1946 to the vibrant hustling bustling city of
Around 1954 I suddenly wanted to become a Catholic priest because I greatly admired our assistant pastor Fr. Joseph Buck, young, handsome, smart, and athletic: all the qualities that my poky old pop never had, whenever he was around home that is.
In September, 1956 I was off to see the world, that is to St. Edwards Seminary which is not much of the world but pretty much brought to a sudden end my home life under the gregarious, controlling, strong-arm influence of my dear sweet over-possessive hyper-motivated mother Allegra. ďYou can't never go home againĒ was so so true. I wept tears of homesickness which lasted about two days. Then I was over the curse of homesickness forever.
My stay at St. Eds was short lived however and I moved up in the world or down in the world to the Salesian Seminary in Richmond California beginning in 1957 and graduating from high school there in 1960. It was truly a vibrant time to be alive.
After graduation I spent a year (Aug-60 to Aug-61) as
a novice at
From there it was off to the army for three years (Sept-64 to Aug-67) and after service I moved to Portland where my folks were then living. I tried to go back to college but wound up drinking lots of beer, chasing anything that wore a skirt and spending money like mad. By 1968 I was forced to do a number of very serious things: stop smoking, get a career, and fall in love. It was easy to fall in love.
I got married in June 1969. She was such a very beautiful woman, and certainly my downfall. The Vautiers always had a natural weakness for falling in love with beautiful women. It was only too late I realized that marrying somebody of exceptional beauty exponentially increases the odds of utter and total relationship failure. I did have two fine, healthy, smart kids from that marriage which never worked out and I even tried to raise the kids as good Catholics, which didnít work out either.
I think everybody should fall really seriously in love at least twice in a life time, preferably to different individuals. Just makes a lot of sense to me. So with my first disastrous marriage and after several basic garden-variety nervous breakdowns and 20 years of misery I finally got enough nerve to get divorced. I immediately remarried in 1989 and this one was not only beautiful but smart and kind. I had another baby boy in 1991. 1989 was important for me in other ways because I moved to Bellevue and here I will probably stay, to stubborn to move anywhere else unless taxes and death drive me out which they eventually will do.
I am happy to announce that I am well and all my joints still work, I have no mechanical parts and still have all 32 teeth and I can still do 20 sit-ups and weight in at a bruising 140 lb. The only pills I take are for sleep which has been a lifelong annoyance. I still pay car insurance on 6 vehicles and 2 motorcycles, health insurance for 5 and have 3 strapping college students living at home and pay their tuition and everything else too it seems and still manage to get a latte every day. Life is truly wonderful.