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Sunday, March 16, 2014

Just for Fun: Pictorial Evolution of the 60's

Remember last time, I had been buried in a shallow backyard grave and somehow woke up free from the pit and felt that this was every bit as much as a miracle as the time Lazarus the cat had gotten burned up in the Fraternity House fire and rose from the dead!

Chewbacca loved that cat- because it managed to escape death...but every time I escaped death, it only seemed to make the hippies (try even harder) to find creative ways to torture me - because I was special.

So I figured that I would take a break from the chronology of this blog and give a Pictographic exhibition of the subtle evolution of the Dahlin family through the sixties from Saints to heathen.

We were cute once like the Lennons (The Best Catholics in the World post 4/28/13) and equally as reverent.

Them

look at us we were cute also...

1955 before my Time

circa 1956

Hang in there Markie D

1956

1957

getting a little rambunctious

1959 Kurt off to school

1960

1961

Kings River 1962

1962 front yard

Halloween 1962 John the Baptist

Halloween 1962 Pope Karl (Cute Right?)

1964 Family

1964 Erick, me and Tommy Blaser - the little fishermen

"The British Revolution" Long hair and The Beatles - Things begin to change.

1965 (when I was left at Salton Sea) The Wolf Pack is beginning to take shape

Sixth Grade Photo Markie D 1966

1970's

Markie D 1972

1973 Broken legs, broken arms - and Poochie "The Wonder Dog"

1974

1975

1976

1977

That's us

1979 the era of short shorts... yuck! Markie D sporting wig

Dad sporting wig

Dog sporting wig

1979 as you can see it was quite the Evolution...

The Guys a Hundred years later Like 1990

Oldest to youngest left to right (Markie D)

You can see the Resemblance

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No Other Family Like Ours - seriously

WHAT OTHER FAMILY IN THE WORLD let all of the monkeys out of the Zoo, been pranked by the sitting President of the United States in a rouge encounter, chased in cities, chased out of cities and chased down by the cops. Who in their right mind voluntarily electrocute themselves just for fun and dared to electrify the nuns around the corner—who neither volunteered nor had fun? WHAT OTHER FAMILY has had more broken bones, pulled more pranks, have had a plethora of runaway rattlesnakes and other large reptiles terrorize their neighborhood. WHAT OTHER FAMILY grew Mexican Tomato plants that never grew tomatoes and had leaky boats that refuse to float or Escaped death more times? Who had cars on blocks, trucks as trash barges and flowerbeds sprouting rusted bikes, mislaid sparkplugs and abandoned carburetors instead of flowers? Meet the DAHLINS

And to think we survived and came out normal—well, mostly.

The Truimph of Overcoming

I use the word dysfunction with deliberate intention and with great respect in serving the main point of this blog. In the wild ramblings of a kid I ruminate on the idea that my family was not just dysfunctional but was the “most dysfunctional family” on the planet—that’s the set up.

As I look to the other “normal” plain-wrap families next door and across the street that had tidy yards and flowerbeds believing that the grass is greener on the other side (well the grass was greener), it shouldn’t shock anyone to realize that there is dysfunction in all of us—often times masked by tidy lawns and clean exteriors. Along with joy, success and adventure, life is filled with disappointment, failure, pain, and betrayal from those who have let us down. This is what it means to be human. I admit that I faced some disappointment in trying to fit in and longed for acceptance as the youngest boy of our wolf pack, but in large part I can honestly say that I had more fun and more adventure, in what I would call a happy childhood—despite the numerous broken bones. Yet, I would be remiss if I did not brag a bit and say, “Yeah, but...Look at all the great stories.”

Though, I dig deep into the mind and explore the full range of emotions of this young kid who felt detached, wondered about his existence, about his place in the family and his connection to the universe—He came out okay.

The older Markie D loves his brothers and sisters and holds no grudges.

Markie D has found this elusive connection to the universe and is well adjusted—and yes, still a little bit crazy. He has been married for 34 years to an amazing artist, Kerry, and has four incredibly gifted and talented adult children.

Oh, BTW… He mows his lawn, parks a car in the garage and has flowers in the flowerbeds and desires boats that float and less adventure in every outing and more "plain-wrap."

May you find your connection to the universe that brings healing, wholeness, forgiveness and a sense of hope as you look to your future.

markie d:

'72 swim team

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Just for Fun: Pictorial Evolution of the 60's

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