Monday, September 17, 2012

Following The Cosmic Breadcrumbs, September 17, 2012

"Following the Cosmic Breadcrumbs"
 

A Sermon Preached at University Christian Church San Diego
September 16, 2012
Psalm 19.1-6

The longer I live the more I see that life is pretty simple. It usually takes some work to complicate our lives.

•    Love your neighbor,
•    play fair,
•    get some exercise,
•    bathe regularly…

There are a handful of rules that make life pretty simple. My text for this morning is a simple word about God. In Psalm 19 the writer affirms...

“The sky or the heavens are telling the glory of God; the firmament proclaims God’s handiwork.”

To know God, just look up, look at the sky. The evidence is there. It’s that simple. As we observe the grandeur of space it touches something deep inside our evolved and complex minds; it resonates within our spirits and creates a feeling of awe.

So without uttering a word the universe over our heads speaks eloquently and constantly and with great accuracy about God.

"Day after day it pours forth speech, and night after night it declares knowledge… their voice goes out through all the earth and their words to the ends of the world.”

The message of the psalmist -- just like the message of the video we just watched -- is that the physical universe shouts the marvel and wonder of God, without speaking a word. It is so simple it is awe inspiring.

I am not being simplistic here or playing down the complications we sometimes face. I am simply saying that basically life is pretty simple. The reality, of course, is that we humans tend to complicate things.

Here’s an example:

There is a controversy in our county that pits science and religion, evolution and creation, against each other. It is a culture war that is not found to the same degree in other cultures around the world, even other English speaking cultures. There is a kind of ingrained suspicion of rigorous scientific inquiry.

• According to a Gallup poll that surveyed over 1000 adults in May of this year, almost half of all Americans are “creationists” who believe that God created humans in their present form at some point within the last 10,000 years.

• On the other hand, the conviction of the overwhelming majority of scientists today is that the earth appears to be about 13 billion years old, and that human life has been evolving for hundreds of thousands of years, not a meager 10,000.

Hence the so called evolution – creation controversy.

It gets played out in school board rooms where some want to teach religion alongside science; and in editorial pages where arguments are made from both sides, and in articles and books written from every conceivable perspective. It gets played out in courtrooms where decisions are made about what should be taught in public schools.

It also gets played out in families.

As a youngster I loved to visit the Museum of Modern man here in Balboa Park, and was so impressed with those graphic representations of human life and the stages of development. But I also remember how my dad would regularly make remarks under his breath whenever the history of earth or human life was said to be in the millions of years. “Hmph. That’s what THEY say,” would be his comment.

In our Shepard family it went without saying that the Genesis story of creation was literally correct, and there was no wiggle room for interpretation.

Or we’d be in Yosemite, and it would be stated that a glacier slowly moving over millions of years formed Half Dome. His remark: “Oh really? We know better.”

So I grew up with these subtle comments that created a bit of an unsettling dichotomy in my mind regarding the relationship of science and religion, evolution and creation.

Now to be sure there are more than just two sides to this issue. It is not just the atheistic scientists versus the Bible believing Christians.

  • Many scientists are people of faith;
  • some are theistic evolutionists;
  • there are Bible believing evolutionists,
  • as well as those who affirm “Intelligent Design”,
  • as well as those who believe in “Scientific Creationism”.
As diverse as we are in this church, I am sure if we took a poll, we would be all across the spectrum of belief. So what I am sharing with you this morning is my particular approach, with all due respect to other points of view.

But the bottom line of what I am saying is this: we must resist the conventional notion that there is a basic conflict between science and religion, or creation and evolution. They are compatible, they complement each other. Science and faith work together to enrich our understanding of the Earth, the Bible, and ourselves.

Scientists and theologians come at life from two different perspectives. They speak about life, and in particular the origin of life, in different ways. But that does not mean they are in conflict.

The Clergy Letter Project

The Clergy Letter Project is an example of a positive effort to affirm this complementary approach to religion and science. It began 8 years ago by Disciples academician Michael Zimmerman who put together a letter affirming that religion and science have a lot to offer each other.

He asked clergy from every denomination to sign it. To date over 13,000 Christian, Jewish and Buddhist clergy, myself included, have signed this statement. One would be hard pressed to find any religious statement of any kind affirmed by so many diverse people of faith.

The Clergy Letter Project also encourages churches to do an "Evolution Sunday" each year to highlight the importance of this matter.

Here is just an excerpt for their letter...

“Religious truth is different from scientific truth. Its purpose is not to convey scientific information but to transform hearts. We believe that the timeless truths of the Bible and the discoveries of modern science may comfortably coexist. We believe that the theory of evolution is a foundational scientific truth… upon which much human knowledge and achievement rests. We ask that science remain science and that religion remain religion, two very different, but complementary, forms of truth.”

The “Clergy Letter Project” is just one positive sign that some headway is being made in the effort to end the conflict that still exists in many minds between science and religion.

The Evolutionary Evangelist
 

Another positive sign is the work of Rev. Michael Dowd who calls himself an “evolutionary evangelist,” and has written a remarkable book titled “Thank God for Evolution.” He is a full time evangelist who travels with his wife around the country spreading the good news of the marriage of Christianity and Evolution.

Dowd says that “studying evolution is like following the cosmic bread crumbs home to God. Dinosaur bones and prehistoric artifacts, Hubble space photos and DNA, are here to strengthen faith, not test it. Today when we learn about new fossil discovery or hear that we are made of stardust, we don’t need to think, ‘Oh no, this doesn’t fit with Genesis.’ Rather we exclaim, “Wow look at what God is revealing today!”

So what difference does all this talk of science and religion really make to us? As a faith community we have other fish to fry, don’t we? Why is this important?

The Credibility of our Witness
 

Part of what is at stake is nothing less than the credibility of our witness. Here is a point at which this matter and the recent struggles we have had as a congregation are similar: the credibility of our witness to our world is at stake.

Let me add here that what gives us integrity as a congregation -- what makes us credible -- is not whether we have conflict or not. What gives us integrity is how we deal with the struggles.

We must have a witness with integrity to offer each other, and our world. What we say has to make sense to people.

There are many less-than-credible voices in our world today.

  • -there are still those who claim the holocaust never happened;
  • -those who claim homosexuality can be “cured”;
  • -those who claim global warming is a hoax;
  • -recently a senatorial candidate in the Midwest spoke about “legitimate rape,” affirming some beliefs that were literally INcredible;
  • -and there are still many religious folks who take everything in scripture literally – something the Bible does not do for itself -- and find themselves at odds with a modern view of the universe.
Spong, Sagan and Astrophysicists
 

Bishop John Spong likes to tell the story of a conversation he had some years ago with the scientist Carl Sagan. Sagan – who was an atheist, but also a friend of the Bishop -- came up to Spong and asked him about the ascension, that story from the book of Acts when Jesus ascended into the sky.

Sagan playfully asked Spong if he had ever thought about what the ascension of Jesus looks like to an astrophysicist? Spong said he had not but he was sure he was going to find out. Sagan said that if Jesus had literally ascended into the sky and if he had traveled even at the speed of light – 184,000 miles per second -- he would not yet have escaped our galaxy. Jesus would still be moving out into space!

The story of the ascension is a faith witness to the great esteem given Jesus by the earliest disciples. For us to take it literally makes no sense.

We must have a faith witness that makes sense to people.

The Message To Our Young People

Another thing at stake in this science-religion controversy is the message we give our young people. Our youth must never discouraged from pursuing careers in science. They must never get the impression that their faith is somehow at odds with scientific inquiry, or that they have to hide or skirt around what they believe in order to study science.

Young people have a hard enough time finding their way in the world. For them to think they must choose between faith and science is unnecessary. The church has needlessly lost way too many youth that way.

The Advances of Modern Science

Yet another reason this matter is important is because of the advances that have been made by modern science, in fields of medicine and travel and technology and biology. As a faith community we must never find ourselves hindering the progress that science is making. There are cures to be found, space exploration to be achieved, human lives to be saved, quality of life to be bettered, and so much more that science is pursuing.

So “Thank God For Evolution!”

  • -for the way it helps us to marvel at our world: its beauty, its deep history, its incredible diversity.
  • - for the way it helps us to stand in awe – just as the psalmist did -- before the vast reaches of space and be grateful for this fragile piece of stardust we call Earth.
  • -for the way it prods us to treat our planet with respect, careful of the impact we are making, taking seriously those who call for its preservation.
  • -for the way it offers us a credible explanation of the origin of life and the universe, an explanation that spans billions of years, and is compatible with the Bible’s witness.
  • -for the way it helps us to see the wonder and uniqueness of human life, life that has evolved and adapted over all these eons, and that -- just like God -- is in process, moving toward things even more marvelous and wonderful.
Amen
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Children's Moment
Old Joe and the Carpenter

 

There was a man named old Joe lived way out in the hills of San Diego somewhere -- Julian or some such place.  He was so far out in the country that there was only one neighbor anywhere near where he lived, a man who had been his friend for a long time. Their families knew each other, their kids grew up together, they were always doing things with each other that good neighbors do. Between their properties there was a beautiful little creek that added to the beautiful of their property and their friendship.

But one day, something happened – I am not sure what it was – and they had an argument. Maybe it was a dispute about their property line. Whatever it was they had an argument and after a few weeks they stopped talking to each other.

Neither one on them felt good about what had happened but neither one knew exactly what to do to become friends again. Old Joe became rather depressed. He didn’t like what was happening but was not too good at making up.

One day there was a knock on Old Joe’s door. He wasn’t expecting anyone, and when he opened the door he was surprised to see standing there a young woman with a tool box on her shoulder.

“I’m just a carpenter,” the young woman said. “I’m looking for some work. Have anything for me to do?”

Old Joe was just about to send him away when he thought about his neighbor. “As a matter of fact I do,” Old Joe said.

“You see that creek right there that separates my property from my neighbor’s property?”

 “Yes I see it,” said the carpenter.
 

“I want you to build a tall fence all along that creek – 10 feet tall -- so I never have to see my neighbor’s property again. Can you do that?”

“Hmmm,” said the carpenter. “I think I know just what you need.”

“Good,” said Old Joe.  “I need to go into the city, so when I get back this afternoon I hope you have it finished.” And then he left.

It was late that afternoon when Old Joe came back, drove up his driveway, got out of his car, hoping to see a big fence. Instead he was shocked at what he saw. Instead of a fence along side the creek, the carpenter had built a bridge over the creek.

It was a beautiful bridge, built out fine wood.  It was sturdy and well painted, and even had some hand rails that made it easy to get across. Old Joe just stood there, too surprised to say anything.  Before he could talk, his neighbor, with whom he had been fighting, came walking over the bridge toward him.

“Joe,” he said, “What a wonderful idea you had to build this bridge. I would never have thought of this.” And he stuck out his arms to embrace his neighbor. “Thank you for reaching out to me. I am sorry we have been arguing, and I am glad to be your friend again.”

Old Joe had no words to say, so he just hugged his neighbor and they became friends again.
The carpenter who had built the bridge was getting ready to leave.  But Old Joe stopped her. “Please don’t leave,” he said.  “I’ve got lots of other work I can have you do.”

“Sorry,” the carpenter said as she walked away. “But I have other bridges to build.”

Maybe there’s someone you know that you can build a bridge for. What do you think?

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Sunday, September 16, 2012

Irish Blessings, September 16, 2012

May you have:
A world of wishes at your command.
God and the angels close at hand.
Friends and family their love impart,
and Irish blessings in your heart!


Hello Family and Friends,


Greetings to all of you from San Diego, where the weather is hot and the living is easy. 

Our Irish Connection. Cindy and I are making some plans for a trip next year that may include some time in Ireland. Which causes me to wonder what genealogical treasures might be found in that far county for us? We have some interesting Irish blood on both the Gower and Shepard sides of our family.

Grandma Gower's maiden name was Shannon, and I have known for many years that her Irish ancestry was a point of pride for her and her people. Dexal Shannon, a cousin of hers, even wrote a Shannon family history in 1990, that details hundreds of our kinfolk, including late 17th or early 18th century Irish immigrants Thomas and Agnes Shannon. Unfortunately it contains precious little information about exactly WHERE in Ireland our Shannon family originated.

On the Shepard/Davis side of our family, my Ggrandmother Callie Spear Davis had a Ggrandfather named James Spear (1768-1821) who immigrated from County Armaugh, Ireland in the late 18th century. But finding any more specific information than that is very difficult.

Do any of you readers have information on where in Ireland these ancestors are from? Or any others of our Irish ancestors for that matter. I would appreciate hearing from you with any information that you might be willing to share.

End of Summer. With the autumnal equinox arriving in just a few days, this is the last week of summer. It has been a very eventful season for our particular family as I hope it has been for yours. The following is a photo show of family gatherings and travels of the last few months.



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Steve

Sunday, September 09, 2012

"When I'm 64", September 9, 2012

Will you still need me,
will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four?
~Paul McCartney

Hello Family and Friends,

Today is not only National Grandparents Day, it is also my 64th birthday. In light of the fact that this is also the State of California's 162nd birthday, I don't feel quite so old. When I count the years since I first heard the Beatles sing the song with the lyrics above, I feel pretty old.

All of which means that the saying is true that my grandad William Shepard expressed so many times - "You're only as old as you feel." When I remember that he said that when he was 80 years old and still climbing Rattlesnake Mountain from their home on Osage Trail near San Diego, I feel pretty young!

To put it in perspective another way... if it took this long to have all our beautiful grandchildren, then it has been worthwhile. No doubt about it. Speaking of Grandchildren, this past week has been a time for us to enjoy our kids and grandkids in San Diego. The first picture, taken just the other day, shows me with two of our grandchildren, Logan and Preslea Shepard.

Happy Birthday Kelly! This Wednesday, September 12, is the birthday of Kelly Shepard Sauvage of Weatherford, Texas. She is considerably LESS than 64, make no mistake about that.

30 something Kelly is the daughter of Jackie Perry and my brother Gary Shepard. She is curiously the 6th Ggrandchild of both Leroy and Nola Gower, and Will and Bura Shepard. 

The second picture, taken earlier this summer, shows Kelly (on the right) with her mother Jackie (middle) and her sister Kerri Shepard Aquiningoc.

Kelly: Hi Uncle Steve! Yes another birthday is quickly approaching. We are all doing good here. I'm staying busy with work and my boys. It seems like every night we have something going on. I don't have any big plans for my Birthday. We are going to my mom's house this weekend for swimming and family time. On my actual birthday we'll probably just go out to dinner. Thanks for thinking of me! I hope you have a great Birthday too!

Kelly was born and raised, and even married husband James, in San Diego, but has been a Texan now for over 10 years, although I sometimes get the impression she is not quite so ensconced there as the rest of her family. Kelly and James are the parents of two boys, Nate and Kyle.
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Steve

Monday, September 03, 2012

A Field Day For "Birthers", September 3, 2012


Nothing is so soothing to our self esteem
as to find our bad traits in our forebears.
It seems to absolve us.
~Van Wyck Brooks

Hello Family and Friends,

Happy Labor Day to all of you! I hope it is a time of gathering with family and celebrating the life you share together.

Genealogy can be frustrating. I have written about this before, in particular about incorrect spellings. But a new level was reached when I was told recently about a doozie of a mistake in my aunt Thelma Shepard Boyd's birth certificate. She has had a copy of it for many years but the errors did not come into play until last month when she tried to get a driver's license in Missouri where she and Terry recently moved.


(The first picture from 1957 shows a young Thelma in San Diego getting ready to go for a ride in the family car.)

Thelma Lea Shepard was born in 1936 in the tiny town of Two Buttes, Colorado just two weeks before her nephew Rex Duane Russell. The only doctor in town - Dr. William P. Verity, 83 at the time - birthed both of them. But for some reason he got confused when filling out Thelma's birth certificate. On the certificate the date of her birth is correct, her parents' names and ages are correct, and her last name - Shepard - is correct. But the doctor got her and her nephew mixed up and recorded her given name as "Rex Lee". He had originally recorded her given name as Rex Duane, but then crossed out Duane and wrote in Lee. He also listed her gender as male. That's right: male.

It is a good thing Thelma has never run for President -- the "birthers" would have a field day!

(The second picture, taken in Two Buttes in 1937, shows babies Rex Russell and Thelma Shepard with their mothers Pauline Shepard Russell and Bura Davis Shepard. Pauline and Bura were daughter and mother.)

What makes this all so maddening after all these years, is that the Missouri DMV is now looking askance at Thelma and wondering if she is misrepresenting herself with such a bizarre birth certificate. She has been required, among other things, to get certification from a physician proving that she is female! As you might imagine, my dear aunt Thelma - the last person on earth to perpetrate a fraud - is more than just a little annoyed.

"There is no sense blaming the state of Missouri", I told her in a recent email. "You should blame Dr. Verity, the doctor who botched your birth certificate." 

Some who lived in Two Buttes at the time, have said that the late Dr. Verity was given to strong drink, which might help to explain things. But my Kilpatrick relation Marjorie Eldred, who has written about Two Buttes and Dr. Verity, tells me that that cannot possibly be the case. "Nothing I read anywhere indicated that Dr. Verity had a drinking problem," she wrote to me, "and I read a lot."

So it will remain a mystery for now - a crazy, maddening, hilarious mystery to be sure. After all these years the only thing left to do is smile and shake your head. If nothing else it reminds us of how different things were in small town America in the early 20th century, and the difficulty in spanning those years as we do family research.

I just hope my aunt Thelma doesn't have too hard a time overcoming the good doctor's snafu.
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Steve

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

An Impressive Pedigree, Aug 28, 2012

Memories are the only things
that don't change
even when people do.

Hello Family and Friends,

Greetings to all of you as the travels and visits continue during a very busy but enjoyable summer. We spent 5 weeks away from home earlier in the summer to help usher into the world our newest family member, William Shepard. And we have spent the greater part of the rest of the summer welcoming family and friends to San Diego, much of it in very hot weather. And more out of town family are expected tomorrow. But, as they say, "It's all good!"

Happy Birthday Lyndsey. Tomorrow is the 22nd Birthday of Lyndsey Aquiningoc of Weatherford, Texas. Lyndsey was born in San Diego and lived the first half of her life here until she and her family moved to Weatherford where they seem to be comfortably ensconced.

Lyndsey was the first born of her generation in our Shepard and Gower families: the first child of Manuel and Kerri Aquiningoc, first grandchild of Gary Shepard and Jackie Perry, the first Ggrandchild of Eugene and Maida Gower Shepard, and the first GG of William and Bura Davis Shepard, and Leroy and Nola Gower. Hers is an impressive pedigree! ;-)

The first picture shows Lyndsey with her sister Mandi Aquiningoc on the right and her uncle Jason Shepard on the left in a picture taken earlier this month in Granbury, Texas.

Remembering Back 54 Years. It was 54 years ago this Friday, on Aug 31, 1958 that my uncle and aunt Terry and Thelma Shepard Boyd were married here in San Diego. They have recently moved to Blue Springs, Missouri, near their family in that city, and are settling into life quite well. Thelma did run into one snag when trying to get her Missouri driver's license, but that is a story unto itself that I will save for my next blog post.

Thelma: We're doing okay here. I'm having a hard time adjusting to not having my job, but I guess I will get used to it eventually. Terry is doing okay, but he was used to sitting and watching TV already.

Best wishes to Thelma and Terry as they look back 54 years, and as they adjust to their new life in Missouri. The second picture shows the two of them about a year ago.
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Steve

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Family Matters, Aug 21, 2012

Inside every older person
is a younger person
wondering what the hell happened.
~Cora Harvey Armstrong


Hello Family and Friends,

Greetings to all of you from San Diego, California, where Cindy and I are enjoying the company of family to the north. Our son Nathan, his wife Chenda and their children Preslea, Logan and William are here visiting us from Northern California. Also with us is my mom Maida Shepard from Anacortes, Washington as we celebrate the birthday of Cindy's mom Paula Harris, who was 89 years old this past Saturday.

This time with family has also been a time to remember loved ones who have gone before us. We visited Green Wood Cemetery here in San Diego where numerous members of our family are buried, including all four of my grandparents: Will and Bura Davis Shepard, and Leroy and Nola Shannon Gower. Among family members also buried there is my sister Linda Shepard Clark (1950-1971) who was born 62 years ago today.

The first picture, taken yesterday, shows my mother Maida Gower Shepard in the middle, holding her newest Ggrandchild William Q. Shepard who was born just 3 weeks ago. William's father Nate Shepard is on the right, and I (the proud grandpa) am on the left, to complete this four generation picture.  

Happy Anniversary Ruth and Eric! Today is the 19th anniversary of Eric and Ruth Styer Russell of Red Rock, Nevada. Eric is the oldest Ggrandchild of Will and Bura Davis Shepard, and the oldest grandchild of Bill and Pauline Shepard Russell.

Ruthie: Eric and I are going to Hawaii for my niece's wedding. It will be a couple of days late but I think that's a fine way to spend our 19th wedding anniversary. I will send you a current picture then. Thanks for thinking of us:)

Happy Birthday Amanda! This coming Saturday is the 29th birthday of Amanda Ortiz of Blue Springs, Mo. Amanda is the daughter of Kim Boyd Clark and the late Gabe Ortiz.

The second picture shows Amanda on the right, with her sister-in-law Desiree Ortiz on the left.

Amanda: I am doing well, and keeping busy. This last year has been great having my niece and nephews so close now and also having Grandmother and Granddad living near by. We have had some big changes in our family this last year. My summer has been super hot but great. I am actually looking forward to fall. It's crazy that I am celebrating my 29th birthday on the 25th. I will just be going out to dinner with my family and hopefully get to spend some time on the lake. Thank you for the birthday wishes!
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Steve

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Special Moments Plucked From Life, Aug 16, 2012

If you pluck a special moment from life and frame it,
are you defying death, decay and the passage of time,
or are you submitting to it?
-Orhan Pamuk


Hello Family and Friends,

Happy Birthday Linda Shepard! Today, August 16, is the 19th birthday of my niece Linda Shepard of Anacortes, Washington. Linda is the daughter of Russ and Pam Shepard, and the last of the 9 grandchildren of Maida Shepard of Anacortes. She is also one of the Ggrandchildren of both Will and Bura Shepard, and Leroy and Nola Gower.

Linda is the one referred to at the end of the poem by her father Russ Shepard, which I included in this blog a couple of weeks ago. That poem remembered Russ' sister Linda Shepard who died in 1971. The last few lines of that poem read, "It's still hard to believe that you are gone. But I gave life to someone to carry your name on."  Birthday girl Linda is named after her late aunt Linda Shepard (1950-71) of San Diego.

The first picture, taken earlier this year, shows Linda (in the pink glasses and mustache) with her good friend Brittany.

Linda: I am doing good. I just passed four months on my job at Fidalgo Care Center and Rosario Assisted Living here in Anacortes. I am also going to school full time. I am starting my prerequisites for my RN and will graduate in March 2016 if all goes as planned. I am not really planning on doing much for my birthday. I think my mom is trying to plan a dinner or something. Turning 19 is just another birthday in a way. I am just ready to hit the pavement of life running with work and school. I am staying pretty busy with everything but I am excited for the end results when the work pays off.

Remembering 1957. The second picture I am including today is an old family photo from 1957. It seems to me there is something extraordinary about pictures from the 1950s. Probably because that was the decade when I was a youngster and therefore the time of my oldest family memories. In looking at my photo collection I see that it is also the last decade when nearly all photos were black and white.

I had never seen this second picture until my cousin Michael Harrell posted it on Facebook a few weeks ago. It shows the family of my aunt Vicki Gower Harrell and her husband at the time Carl Harrell. Michael (the little boy in the middle front, who lives today in Mountain View, California) told me the following about this picture.

We had just returned from Tokyo (where I was born) and moved to Fort Ord in Monterey. I believe that picture was taken in front of our home in base housing. A couple of years before my dad died he and I became reacquainted and actually got to be pretty good friends. When he passed away I went to his home in West Palm Beach, FL to put his affairs in order and makes sure his wife was taken care of. I was going through his things when I found that picture. It was like I found a goldmine. I will forever be grateful we got to connect again before his passing. By the way, in that family picture, going from left to right are Gloria, Dad, David, Me, Mom, and Paula.

The children in this picture are 4 of the 12 grandchildren of Leroy and Nola Gower. These four, along with their 8 cousins (myself included), spent most of their growing up years in San Diego. Thanks so much to Michael for sharing this family picture, this special moment plucked from life.

The question in the quote at the top of this post, posed by the novelist Orhan Pamuk in his book Istanbul, is a good question for those of us who love old family pictures. When you admire them, enjoy them, frame them, "are you defying death, decay and the passage of time, or are you submitting to it?"

What do you think?
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Steve

Friday, August 10, 2012

Life's Undress Rehearsal, Aug 10, 2012

Home is... life's undress rehearsal,
its backroom, from which we go forth.
~Harriet Stowe

Hello Family and Friends,

Greetings to all of you from San Diego during these dog days of summer. I would complain about how hot it is here in Southern California, but I am sure I would get no sympathy from many of you where the weather is even worse!

Happy Birthday today to Heather Robson Cotton, who lives in San Antonio, Texas with her husband Sean and their daughters Victoria and Alexandria. Heather is one of the 14 Ggrandchildren of Leroy and Nola Shannon Gower. Heather is also the granddaughter of Vicki Gower Johnston of Oak Harbor, Washington.

The first picture shows Heather with her mother Paula Tuzzolino, also of Oak Harbor.

Heather: We are good. Just busy with work and raising our 2 beautiful children. Just going to dinner with the family for my birthday. I am a little bummed about 36. I can't believe I'll be 40 in 4 yrs! 

Happy Birthday Jeremy. This Sunday, Aug 12, is the birthday of Jeremy Ortiz, the son of Kim Boyd Clark and the late Gabe Ortiz. Jeremy is also one of the 21 Ggrandchildren of Will and Bura Shepard. Jeremy is the father of the famous Ortiz twins who were born earlier this year, and whose pictures have appeared several times in this blog. Jeremy and his wife Desiree and their children live in Blue Springs, Missouri.

Jeremy's maternal grandparents are Terry and Thelma Shepard Boyd who have recently moved to Blue Springs, Missouri from New Mexico. Kim: We are in Missouri with my parents. It has been a crazy week. They went from moving into an apartment to buying a house in one day. They live in Blue Springs, Mo. now, about 3 miles from us. My dad is very happy here and mom is adjusting lol.  It's non stop here -- the babies are doing great but they sure keep us busy along with the big kids. We will be happy to see the school bus next week :).

The second picture I am including shows dad Jeremy with the new twins. Mom Desiree says: Daddy holding the boys for the first time :) smile says it all!

Last week I discovered that a couple of family members were inadvertently removed from my emailing list. If you were one of those people, my apologies. If you or someone you know has also been removed from the list accidentally, please let me know and I will make the correction. If your email needs updating, or if for some other reason a change needs to be made, just drop me a note and I'll make it right.
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Steve

Sunday, August 05, 2012

Happy Anniversary James and Kelly! Aug 5, 2012

The way we talk to our children
becomes their inner voice.
~Peggy O'Mara

Hello Family and Friends,

Greetings to all of you from San Diego, California where Cindy and I are finally home after several weeks in Northern California where we helped usher into this world the newest member of our family, William Quincy Shepard, who is now a week old.

Happy Anniversary to James and Kelly Shepard Sauvage today, August 5. Kelly, who was born in San Diego, is the third child of my brother Gary Shepard of Oak Harbor, Washington, and Jackie Perry of Weatherford, Texas.

As I sat in church this morning, I was remembering back 12 years ago when, on this very day and in this very place, James Sauvage and Kelly Shepard were married. Now after a move half way across the country, and the birth of two wonderful sons, they are happily living in Weatherford, Texas and celebrating today a dozen years of married life.

The first picture shows James and Kelly with their sons Kyle and Nate. 

Kelly: Hi Uncle Steve! Yes, Sunday is 12 years since James and I got married. Time goes by so fast! We are doing really good... trying not to melt away in this Texas heat! We don't have any big plans; we'll just go out to dinner. James always stays busy with work, coaching and refereeing football, which is about to get started again. I stay busy working, and taking care of two active boys. We sure have a blast together. I was so honored that you were the one that married us in that beautiful church 12 years ago!! Thank you!

Setting The Record Straight. I need to make a correction to something I said a couple of weeks ago regarding this part of our family. I realized my mistake when I looked closely at the picture I included in my post last week. I am including the picture again this week, which shows Leroy and Nola Shannon Gower, and a number of their family members. It is a picture that was taken in 1968 in front of the Gower home on Lynne Street in San Diego.

The two youngest family members in this picture are Kerri Shepard (on the right, being held by her aunt Linda Shepard) and Shaun Gower (in the middle front, in his father Hershell's lap). I said a couple of weeks ago that Kerri was the first Ggrandchild of Leroy and Nola Gower. But Shaun is the older of the two babies and is therefore the first Gower Ggrandchild, though only by a few months.

Shaun was born in England November 8, 1967, while Kerri was born in Michigan March 3, 1968. This picture then, which looks to have been taken in the spring of 1968, reflects a family gathering that was celebrating these two Gower Ggrandchildren whose parents had recently returned to Southern California from far away.
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Steve Shepard

Wednesday, August 01, 2012

At the Crossroads of Life and Death, August 1, 2012

She was much too young
to lose her life,
and I was much too young
to lose her.
~Russell Shepard

Hello Family and Friends,

Often in genealogical research life and death get juxtaposed. Such is the case today as we remember the death of one dear one while basking in the light of a new arrival.

Celebrating William Quincy Shepard. The new arrival, of course, is the son of Nathan and Chenda Shepard, William Quincy, who was born last Saturday at California Pacific Medical Center in San Francisco. Cindy and I are still with the happy family in Northern California and are getting used to the new little cry, trying to figure out what you call a baby with his name, and trying to get our minds around the fact that three little ones inhabit this household.

The first picture shows little William (in the middle), with his parents Nathan and Chenda, his grandmother Cindy with his brother Logan (1) on the left, and his grandfather Steve with his sister Preslea on the right. 


In William's Shepard lineage dating to 1835 every person has "William" somewhere in their name with one exception. This is his lineage: William Quincy Shepard (b. 2012)/ Nathan William Shepard (b. 1977)/ Steven Dale Shepard (b. 1948)/ Eugene William Shepard (1921-2003)/ William Shepard (1888-1976)/ William Elmer Shepard (1862-1915)/ William Shepard (1835-1862).

Remembering Linda Shepard. The joy of William's arrival is placed alongside the realization that today is the anniversary of the death of my sister Linda Shepard Clark, who died in a traffic accident in Lubbock, Texas, August 1, 1971 at the age of 20. She and husband Jerry Clark were students at Lubbock Christian College at the time.

The second picture was taken in front of the Gower home on Lynne Street in San Diego in 1968. It shows Linda in the green dress on the right, holding her infant niece Kerri Shepard. Also in this picture are my grandparents Leroy Gower (left center) and Nola Shannon Gower (behind Linda), as well as my cousin Hershell Gower (seated in front) holding his infant son Shaun, with his wife Janet Nolan Gower behind him. On the left are Darrell, Maida, Barbara and Russell Shepard. Can any of you identify others in this picture? Let me know.

Linda's death occurred 41 years ago today, but her life is still remembered fondly by all of us who knew her. My brother Russell, during a difficult time for him last year, wrote the following poem about Linda's death. Thanks to Russ for his willingness to have it shared with all of you.

My Loss
by Russell Shepard

It's been 40 years to the month.
I was nine years old; too young to
even be a punk.
But I remember oh so well
that night we got that call.
They said you weren't coming
home at all. My loss.

It was the first time I saw
my dad really break down
and cry; my mom was sitting
there by his side.
Tears of grief, sorrow and pain.
This family would never be
the same. The loss of a daughter,
sister and wife. She was much
too young to lose her life, and I
was much too young to lose her.

They say time heals all wounds,
And it's better to have loved
and lost, than never to have loved
at all. But we don't have a
choice when heaven comes
to call. But through all the heartache
sorrow and pain, heaven was
the place that gained.
My loss.

The scars from my loss
still remain. I still feel
the pain. It's still hard to
believe that you are gone.
But I gave life to someone
to carry your name on.

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Steve