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Me
at Twenty
Looking
Back at Me at Twenty - A Special Personal History Awareness Post
By
Tom Gilbert - writer, teacher and personal historian (and member of the Association of Personal Historians)
Copyright © May 20, 2015
39 years ago I was twenty; young, idealistic and exploring my new world
of personal independence. I was a college student in 1976, attending
the University of Oklahoma, mostly because I really liked it when I
visited with my Dad my junior year in High School. The campus was
lively. There were pretty girls, good music and it was a major
University. Not Ivy League by any stretch, but it was far away from
home and that was important to me at the time.
A twenty year old young man has a few things on his mind, but
reminiscing and personal history were not on the list. If I thought
back about anything it was
usually old girlfriends or rock songs I liked (the picture posted here
shows me as a 20-something strumming one of those tunes). I was busy
looking forward, trying to see the future for me. What was I going to
do with my one wild and precious life?
I didn’t know who Mary Oliver
was or much about great poetry at that age, but I did fancy being a
writer. I mostly enjoyed reading science fiction and I would try my
hand at short stories, most of them typed, unfinished and stuffed in a
desk drawer. I was finding everything I could get my hands on by Philip K. Dick
and the wonderful speculative realities he wove with words of pathos
and humor captivated my imagination. Years later the world has
discovered much of his work, but back then he was a writer barely
scraping out a living. Isn’t that the story of many an artist?
Looking back now I can see I was overly sensitive and a little
naïve. More than a bit romantic. I wanted to do something special
with my life, but I wasn’t quite up to the discipline that
required. It seemed to interfere with my social life (i.e. college
parties). Nevertheless, the year of 1976, America’s bicentennial
and my twentieth, introduced me to something that would change my
course and carve out a good chunk of my personal history story. In that
year I discovered the intoxicating sensation of radio broadcasting.
Like a lot of students I was working part-time jobs to pay for my
tuition and scratch out a few bucks. A fellow cook at the pancake house
I sweated at had a show on the college FM station. KGOU was freeform
and in the Seventies that meant cool rock and jazz. I pestered him to
let me hang out during one of his broadcasts. Then I annoyed him as to
what records to spin (yes, we were using turntables and vinyl back
then). “You know, you can get your own show”, he remarked,
not too kindly. Turned out that was true. The station was staffed by
volunteer students. I got a couple of shifts, including a Saturday
morning and a late night jazz show. I got bit by the radio bug –
hard – and when I graduated I spent the next thirty plus years
working at various FM rock stations in New Mexico, California, Florida
and Michigan. I got a lot of free records and CDs. I saw a bunch of
great concerts. I met, and interviewed, several rock stars. And I made
a lot of friends, equally impassioned broadcasting troubadours. It was
way cool.
In addition to my passion for Eric Clapton, Bruce Springsteen, The
Beatles, Pink Floyd, Grateful Dead, Steely Dan and Leon Russell, I also
liked hanging out and talking about life. Philosophy, politics,
culture, religion – where are we going, what are we doing and
what’s it all about stuff.
I suspect that laid the foundation for a second half of life career as
a personal historian, writer and teacher. You know, I am still
motivated by those questions about life. And I’ve discovered that
I really like helping other people with those life questions and the
stories of their journeys.
This May is Personal History Awareness Month and the Association of Personal Historians has been the cheerleaders for preserving life stories for twenty years. The APH even calls itself The Life Story People.
I am one of them, a member since 2003, and I believe there are very few
things more important than preserving the stories of our lives. May
20th is a special day to highlight this as members of the APH are
posting Me@20
recollections. I hope you’ve enjoyed mine. I encourage you to
check out others who are posting on their blogs and social media
outlets. Here are a couple of suggestions from fellow APH life story
people (#APH20):
Michelle Beckman - Sunday Dinner Stories, I Have a Confession
Audrey Robinson Favorito – Wild Carrot Productions,
About Me@20 Day: Me@20 Day
celebrates personal history and the 20th anniversary of the Association
of Personal Historians on May 20th 2015. APH supports its members in
recording, preserving and sharing life stories of people, families,
communities and organizations around the world. personalhistorians.org
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