was born in Southbridge Massachusetts, at 4:58 am., on the
day after Christmas in 1936. The great depression was winding
down and prosperity was just around the corner.
My father , Thomas Louis Déry, (pronounced
as, Thomas-Louis, Déry ) was a music man and traveled around
the North Eastern U.S.A. setting up music schools for a Canadian Educational
Institution. like Robert Preston in the movie titled, "The
Music Man", . He would be assigned to go to a city
and set up a music school in that location. He would procure the
building, set up the school, hire the teachers, etc and pretty
much run the whole show. Once he got things all set up and
working together, he would stay there and supervise the operation until
the first public recital. After the recital, he would
move off to a new city and repeat the cycle. Not a bad living,
considering this was the depression and hardly any body had jobs, let
alone jobs such as my Dad had. What a life; playing music
and teaching others to play music. The gift of music is
When i was born, my Dad had to quit traveling, and
since his job involved a bunch of that, then he had to find another
way to support the family, so he bought a small restaurant in a little
town in Connecticut, near the City where i grew up. My earliest
memories are of my first steps, i was a late walker and did not
walk till around 15 or 16 months old. I can still see everybody
although the faces have blurred over the years, but i remember
walking and everybody had their arms out to me and they were all wanting
me to come to them. My next memories are when i was two and my
mother was pregnant with my brother. I used to climb up
in her lap and she would rock me and sing to me, but when she was getting
along in her pregnancy, she would not let me get on her lap any more
so my soon to be new brother, Noel, started off with one strike against
him, in my book. Because of him, i could no longer get rocked,
and sang to.
Noel and i are almost exactly three years apart,
and for one week in December, he is only two years younger than i am.
My brother, Noel, became my personal slave for a time.
From the very beginning, before he ever even went to school, he was
interested in cooking. When i was in 1st grade, and he was
at home, he would work all day on a special treat for me that he called
by the strange name of " Hot skemitzkies" which consisted
of bleach water, milk, coffee, melted color crayons, pepper, lots of
pepper and crushed pepper seeds galore. tabasco a plenty, and
a little fine dirt from the powdery stuff behind the garage, pencil
shavings from the sharpener, and anything else our mother would let
him put into the concoction. He would cook it, he would
mix it and work on it all day, till i got home and the big moment arrived
when he would serve his big brother, after a hard say in 1st grade.
. I made a big mistake the first time he offered
it to me, and after taking one look, i dumped it in the sink, which
sent poor little Noel into a panic crying jag of desolate, rejection.
Ever after that, i always had to make believe i was drinking his
brew and enjoying it, then dump it in the sink when he was not looking.
I could make Noel do anything i wanted
him to do by using the ultimate threat on him. "If you don't
do it, i'll jump up and down on your happy birthday..." Which
was what he called his birthday cake. This worked very well for
a while, until Noel ran, crying, into the kitchen to my mom, telling
her that i was going to jump up and down on his happy birthday.
She sent him back to tell me the same thing, and that ended an era of
servitude for Noel. He had cut my big gun threat off at the ankles.
Noel and i used to fight a lot until i
reached 11 years old and we had our last fight, which i remember in
detail. We have not fought since then and that would make it around
60 years of peace between my brother and myself. I doubt whether
many siblings can make a statement like that.
My dad started off with a bang and achieved success early in life, just
the opposite of myself, as i look back from this point in time.
He had a good, job all through the great depression. He settled
in New Britain Connecticut, situated right in the middle of the state.
He opened a little restaurant in the nearby town of Southington, and
ran that for a while, sort of a cafe style place. Then,
he took a bread route for Nabisco, but he never worked at any one thing
for too long. After changing jobs many times, mostly into more
menial work situations, he finally went to work in a factory and retired
from Stanley Tools after 30 years of service to them. My
dad was an 'habitual drinker', perhaps an alcoholic how ever it never
interfered with his employment. No matter how blasted the dear
soul was, he never missed work as a result of his habit. That
is more than i can say for my own boozing. One doesn't really
appreciate anything or anybody until they are gone. My dad died
of throat cancer in 1980. Dad
was a heavy smoker and liked his "Camels". i guess he
smoked up to 2 packs each day.
My dad had a neat view on My smoking,
when he discovered that i was sneaking butts at the age of 11 years
old. He told me that there was no way that he was going to be
able to keep me from smoking at that early age without being by my side
every moment of the day. So he made me "An Offer I Could
Not Refuse." He would give me one package of, Old Gold,
cigarettes each week (at
that time about 15 cents a pack) and half way condone my smoking,
on the provision that i did not, ever, smoke in public until i was at
least 16 years old. I would have to smoke only at home, or in
secluded areas where he would never hear any of his friends tell
him that they saw his kid smoking on the street. This
arrangement, of course, automatically made me the most popular kid in
the area because here i was, 11 years old, and allowed to smoke at home.
Bingo ! all the kids i knew who wanted to be "big shots",
came to my place to smoke.
My dear mother
, who was born in 1908, is alive and kicking as of this date
99 years later, and is now going through the evolution of
Alzheimer's syndrome. She came out to live with us when
she started to lose her memory but after almost three years or so my
brother, Noel decided to take on the honor
of caring for her. His wife had died unexpectedly and our
mom went to stay with him in his grief. She eventually decided
to stay with him there in Vermont permanently. So now mom is very
content, back in New England in the woods
of Vermont with Noel. Noel cared for her personally,
hiring people to look in on her and tend to her needs when he had to
be at work. But eventually she needed 24 hour
supervision and she now lives in a beautiful little facility called
Vernon Green, in
Vermont. It is a lovely little cluster of buildings nestled in
the forest with a large manicured landscaped entry, giving a very nice
visual impression of the contrast between technology and science against
a background of the forest primeval. She is happy and a healthy
99 years old as of this writing. My brother visits her each week
although she seldom remembers him and he gives her letters from me which
i sent to Noel to pass on. He can give her the same letter each
week, if he wanted to, and it would be the first time she saw it, each
time. (Side note: Mom passed away in March
of 2009 Just a few months before her 101st birthday, neither Noel nor
i want to last that long in today's world of chaos)
graduating from EC Goodwin Tech, with a high school diploma and
a trade school certificate, stating that i was trained in the Machinist
trade. I decided to get my apprenticeship out of the way
before going into the military. Back there in Connecticut,
Tool & die makers did everything them selves. So you
had to be a machinist first, and know about metallurgy and heat treatment,
and lots of other things that became specialization's over time.
So i settled down to learn as much as i could before i had to go into
At that time, when a male became 18 years old he
was obligated to sign up for the draft. That means
that when the government needs soldiers then they send you a letter
and let you know that you have been selected to go spend a couple years
in the army. I was in my 20's before the selective service
caught up with me but i had no intention of going into the army at all.
There was no way i was going to learn to dig holes and live in
them, during all manner of ill weather. However i
had to serve a stretch in the military and i could not refuse.
It was against the law at that time to refuse to enter military service,
if you are drafted. They draw the numbers randomly and i got by
for a couple of years without being selected. By the time
i was drafted, i was working as a Tool maker for an aero space company
in West Hartford, Connecticut. I did not want to go into the army
and learn to sleep in muddy holes in the ground existing on K-rations
so i brought my draft notice down to the post office and showed it to
the Navy recruiter. As long as i was going to have to serve,
i may as well have fun, and i thought that the Navy was the best place
to have fun. Always a dry bunk to sleep in, the best food, even
when there was only C-rations, which were not bad at all, beef stew,
was one of my favorites. Seeing as how The Navy recruiter was
going to have to postdate my application, He was just a bit skeptical
to do anything until i took a test he had there for me.
It was the standard mini-IQ and aptitude test the give everybody to
make sure that we were at least moron level before letting us into the
Navy. When i "aced" his test, which had never happened
to him in the 18 months that he was at that office, i thought he would
break his pencil filling out the papers, post-dating my enlistment and
welcoming me aboard with the glad hand and a big smile. I
was thinking that perhaps my brother might join with me when he found
out that i had enlisted.
my mom found out i was going into the navy she told my brother, who
was managing a restaurant in town, not to listen to me if i tried to
get him to join with me. At that time they had a "buddy" system.
You could join with a friend and be guaranteed one tour of duty together.
A normal tour of duty is 18 months long. Because i was a
high school graduate, and gotten such an outstanding score on his entry
test, i was promised a school as well. My brother Noel,
began to think about things and by the time he got home he had already
made up his mind to join with me. My mom was really tripping over
that. Both her boys were going to leave at the same time.
Visions of the 5 Sullivan brothers swam in her head and the sweet dear
gave up candy and sweets for the four years that we spent in the
Navy. She was trying to make a deal with God, to keep us safe,
and this was the sacrifice for her part. It must have worked because
we had the time of our lives. This was between Korea, and
Vietnam, no fighting going on at that time so we were "good will
ambassadors", just wandering all around the world, making friends and
trying to portray the Ugly American as, not so ugly as he was nice.
Noel and I went back to the post office and he joined up on the Buddy
plan. He was promised one tour of duty with me.. We
said good bye to New Britain on the 8th of January in 1959 and started
on a life's adventure. I associate my joining the Navy with the
battle of New Orleans because i think it was the 8th of January
when we took on the British in that fight.
i was already a journeyman tool maker i wanted to be a "machine repairman".
These are the guys that actually run the machine shops, and do all the
machining and parts manufacturing. My brother was a graduate
of a State Trade school and had 4 years of restaurant management, cooking
, food preparation etc. and was a manager of a restaurant already so
he wanted to be a cook. True to form, the Navy, decided in their
wisdom, that he would make a better radio man than a cook so they sent
him to Radio school. They did the same with me by ignoring
my area of expertise and sent me to, machinist mate school.
work with the steam turbines down in the engine rooms, hot, sweaty,
and arduous work and they don't go near any of the machine shop machines
at all since the Machine Repairman rating was brought into existence.
After graduating precisely in the middle
of my machinist mate class, i finally got a break when i was assigned
to the U S S Des Moines C A 134.
One of the most beautiful ships i ever saw. It was a heavy cruiser
with 8 inch guns. Teak wood deck, 700 & 16 feet' long
and 75 feet wide, it was sleek and fast. There were 1500 men and
officers aboard. Not wanting to end up in the engine room,
i spoke to the Engineering Officer, Lt. Commander Wenger, about my chances
to get into the machine shop. He was skeptical, especially
since they had just acquired two new machinists the month before i arrived
on the ship. However after i told him of my background, and he agreed
to try me out for a trial period. If i worked out i could stay,
perhaps. The perhaps was due to my having graduated from
machinist mate school and i was a "striker". that means i can
only get rating in the machinist mate specialization. There were
people in the engine room waiting for the, "new meat ", to
show up so the dirty jobs can be passed down to the new comer.
But the engineering officer was in charge of, them, also so he was able
to keep me out of the hole. (what
we called the engine rooms) I worked out so well that
they sent the two new people who joined the machine shop the month before,
to the ice house. They were mad at me because they blamed me for
getting them sent down to the ice house. Air-conditioning machinery
space where the ice maker was and the ship's main air-conditioning was
controlled. Actually they just were not that good but they
had to have somebody to blame and since i did not care a bit about what
they thought, i let it me me.
The brass, soon found out how good i was, and put
me on nights working all by myself. I was the only one working
after chow in the evening. After supper, which was my breakfast
at times and my lunch at others, i would go to work all alone in the
shop. I was producing about 75% of the shop's total output at
that time. I would do more alone at night, than the combined
day shift was doing together, during the day time. I never
even had to go to general quarters, they let me sleep if it was in the
morning. I would work all night and after breakfast in the
morning, which was my supper, i would go down to the berthing compartment
and go to sleep. I really had it made, and the machinist mates
were all the more pissed that they could not have me to do their nasty
work for them.
brother flunked out of Radio school after 14 weeks. (gee,
big surprise, eh?) He was then assigned to my ship, and then
i really started making out like royalty. They put him in
the radio shack but he was not suited for that work, and he hated it.
He kept trying to get out and finally got transferred to the bake shop,
where he wanted to work. He finally made it and from that
time on, oh boy, i ate good. Not only me but
all my buddies in the machine shop. Noel would make all sorts
of fancy things like donuts, and pastries but nobody in his division
would ever help him because he did it after hours, on his own.
He was so grateful for being in the kitchen again he really went all
out for the crew and made them happy with all kinds of goodies.
When he wanted to make donuts for example, he would come down to the
machine shop where i was working. All the day shift guys were
hanging out in the machine shop until taps, so he had lots of people
to help him make his donuts. My guys would fight over who would
go to the bakery and help Noel make goodies. Sometimes it
was just hot bread, but they always came back to the machine shop with
a big tray of yummy stuff, to "pig out on". Fresh
baked bread, still hot from the oven, with great slabs of butter, or
warm donuts, or cookies. Noel made all kinds of wonderful goodies
for the crew. He was very popular with everybody except is own
division because he made them all look like lazy slackers, which they
mostly were, compared to my little brother who always went that extra
little bit that separates greatness from goodness.
was very popular with my division, "A", or alpha, division. We
kind of adopted him and when ever we had a division beer party, he would
be invited too, and he would come. He would not go to his own
division party but he never missed ours. Noel, and i, were home-ported
smack dab in the middle of the French Riviera, in a little town called
Villefranche, Sur Mer. For 18 months we partied all over
Europe, Asia and Africa. The "Daisy Mae", as the, U S S Des Moines,
was nick named. It was the flag ship of the, Mediterranean
fleet, and was a big, show boat. Noel and i built
up enough memories and fun together to last us a lifetime. It
is a good thing too because when this tour of duty with my brother was
over, they sent Noel to Iceland and they sent me to Antarctica.
Even with that, Noel and I, still managed to get together again, while
we were still in the Navy.
I finally managed, with the help
of our division chief, to get the Bureau of Navy Personnel, to drop
my machinist mate designation from my title so that i was a plain, Fireman,
again and eligible to take the Machine Repairman test for my 3rd class
petty officer rating. This happened the day before the tests
so it was a real, "nail biter" waiting for the OK... Of
course i did well and was rated my first time taking the test. I
later on did the same with the 2nd class petty officer rating and even
the, "Pro Pay", an extra incentive to advance in rating. If
a sailor had the courses finished for the next higher rank then he could
compete against the rest of the US Navy for proficiency pay, where he
would be paid for the next higher rank, even though he was not rated
that high, because of the long wait between rating advances. I
advanced as rapidly as it was physically, and administratively possible
chance would have it i was assigned to an ice breaker and on the northern
trip we stopped at Iceland where i had some body radio Noel and let
him know i was in port. He showed up the next day and stayed with
me on my ship for the next two days and nights. I gave him
a ship's patch to put on his uniform and he sewed my 2nd stripe under
so it looked like i was only a third class petty officer instead of
a second class. Noel was only a third class and could not
get into the Petty officer's club unless he was at least 2nd class,
and i could not get into the enlisted men's club because i was a 2nd
class. In order to drink in the enlisted men's club you could not be
rated higher than third class. So we did a little, tailoring, on my
stripes and sewed one under so that my chevrons appeared to be those
of a third class. It would have been a "captain's mast" for
me and an actual reduction in rating if i was caught. But when
you are 22 years old you don't think of things like that because you
are too busy having fun.
I had married my first wife, Claudette, while we were decommissioning
the Daisy Mae, thinking that i was going to be assigned to shore duty.
The normal tour of duty is only 18 months but the U S S Des Moines had
been in the Mediterranean for three years and that was considered "arduous
duty", so the reassignments to new duty stations would have a high favor
for us. We were all but promised that what we put in for as our
new duty station would be granted. I put in for a Big Floating
Machine shop called the U S S. Fulton, that was tied
(more like welded) to the pier at New London,
Connecticut. So i got married, thinking i was going
to get off sea duty for a change and get some "preferred sea duty".
That is living on a ship, but the ship never goes any where.
Well instead of getting a Submarine Tender in New London, i got an ice
breaker headed for Antarctica and my plans for a cozy home life went
out the window as i prepared to head south to open the supply lanes
in McMurdo sound, at the bottom of the world.
The U S S. Atka, A
G B 3 used to be a Coast Guard ship but they sold it to the Russians
and they ran it for many years, finally abandoning it in Antarctica.
The Navy salvaged it and renamed it the Atka after one of the islands
up near Alaska. So much for my new wife and home life.
That marriage only lasted two years and i remarried within 6 months
of getting my divorce. I
got out of the navy on January 8th 1963 and at that same time i quit
smoking cigarettes. I had been paying 10 cents a pack for
cigarettes (i smoked non filter Camels) and i was burning 4 packs a
day. I only got around 4 hours sleep in any 24 hour period
so i was up all the time, smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee.
Four packs of cigarettes a day and around 30 cups of coffee or more.
I was as taut as a guitar string with my coffee nerves.
I was 5 feet 11 inches tall then (180 cm) and only weighed 136 pounds
(61 kg). I looked like a walking xylophone. I had
a 27 inch waist (68 cm) and a 42 inch chest, (107 cm) which made it
very difficult to slip into my tailored jumpers. Like most
long distance romances, my first marriage only lasted two years and
i divorced Claudette, who immediately married her boss at work, whom
she was very cozy with while i was away in the navy. I finally
finished my four years for the navy and returned to civilian life once
I went back to work at the tool room
at Chandler Evans Corp. in West Hartford where i met my second, wife
to be, Leslie. Before i knew what hit me i was married again and
wondering what just happened? Leslie had a 4 year old son,
named Mark, whom i later adopted. I was not content in Connecticut
any longer and i decided that since i had finally gotten a glimpse of
the rest of the world, there was no way i was going to stay in New England.
California was calling to me and i had decided that we would move there.
I transferred to nights at the shop and went out during the day time
moonlighting in a small shop near by. Working the two jobs
i was able to save enough money to get us to California. My second
wife never worked outside of the house for the 12 years we were together,
so she never helped me with the finances. We bought a VW
bus and i turned it into a camper for the trip. We packed
all our worldly belongings that we could take with us and took off for
Sunny California in August of 1965. The day we packed and left
was the hottest day of the year. We were living on the third
floor of the house where we rented an apartment and lugging all that
stuff up and down three flights of stairs on the hottest day of the
year was quite a lot of "not" fun.
We took 26 days to cross the U S A. on our
way to California. I had no job prospects, $800 cash and
a mobile gas card. I settled in a little town called Escondido
in the north San Diego county and worked nearby for about 6 months.
I was doing precision machining but it was not tool and die work.
They loaned me out to the tool makers when they got over loaded but
that was only a couple times. The tool makers did not like
me because i worked too fast and they thought that made them look bad.
After lots of false promises from the company i got fed up and one day
on our way to visit Tijuana, Mexico, i passed a large factory and decided
to stop by on the way home to see if they needed tool makers.
They hired me and for the next 30 years i worked for Rohr Industries.
I commuted from Escondido for about three months but 40 miles one way
was a little much so i moved down to Chula Vista in 1967. I have
been here ever since. We rented a little duplex for a while until
we could get enough money for a house. My first home cost
$19,500.00 back then. That, will not buy you a, work shed, at
today's prices. Today the average home in San Diego County, that
is average, not best, is worth well over a half million dollars.
I could not even begin to qualify to by my own home, if i did not already
Things went along smoothly for a few years and
we decided to have another child, however after being on the pill for
so long, Leslie developed a condition and could not have any more children,
so we decided to adopt one. She had been looking at a plea
from the welfare people to adopt what they called, "hard to place",
children. These were mostly mixed parentage, asian and black,
or caucasian and black, or perhaps a child with a, physical handicap,
etc. children for
whom it was difficult to find homes. We told them we wanted
a little girl, we didn't care if she had polka dots, and we got Andree-Daniele.
She is ten years younger than her brother Mark, and now we were four.
It was a "Leave it to Beaver", existence
for a while and i was active in the Church, teaching sunday school,
and Junior High school Bible study. Formed a little group we called
"The Joyful Noise", and played for the church services every
third sunday. Served on the Church council for 6 years etc. the
whole ball of wax and things went fine for the next six years.
I was thriving in the Jig shop and building
quite a reputation as a mathematical wizard. This was
a mixed blessing for me because it was also the cause or my being ostracized
from the Jig Shop later on. Even if my methods were
multiples faster, easier, and more efficiently better than the standard
techniques that the rest of the shop was using at the time, they were
scorned by both the bosses, and most of the crew, who did not understand
them and could not use them without an extensive knowledge of Math,
mostly trigonometry. A simple task like leveling a jig would
take a crew of three workers, around a half hour to forty five minutes
to perform, using the old fashioned methods that everybody was using
but me... But, I could perform the exact same task, all
alone with out the extra two workers, and do it in less than "Half"
the time it took them to set the jig up.
union representative for my area was not doing the job to my satisfaction
so i ran against him and for the next 9 years i was shop steward for
the Jig & Fixture department. That is where i decided
to go to work. After reading my resumé, they offered
me half a dozen jobs in the tool manufacturing departments.
Jig and fixture work was the most interesting so i chose that to start
off. They also offered me machinist, pattern maker, layout
and development mechanic, mock up mechanic, plastic tool builder and
tool and die maker. Out here the tool and die trade had
been fragmented into a bunch of specialties but i was trained in all
of them, being from 'back east'. So i had more
opportunities than most of my peers.
12 years in the shop i felt i was at a, "dead end", with my
life and my job. My second wife and i divorced in 1976 and
my life turned around. I left the shop and went into tooling
design dept. where i worked for a few years, learning
the drafting skills and
techniques i was to need later on. This was the time
i was also heavy into music, mostly folk. By this time i had mastered
a few musical instruments and i was playing 5-string banjo for a little
Bluegrass Group that we called, "Rural
Delivery". I played with them for about 5 years.
All the while i was working, still designing tooling for the shop.
Around the end of the 70's and the beginning of the 80's i was given
the opportunity to do my designing on a computer. My company
had gone high tech and bought some fancy computer aided design hardware
and software. I had to quit the band because to go to the
school, i had to transfer to the night shift. Most of our
'gigs' were at night and a bluegrass band without a banjo is not even
a bluegrass band any more so i dropped out and made room for somebody
more available. Which was good for the group because Jim Stone,
the new banjo player was a more skilled banjo player than i...
He had a dedication to his music that i lacked. It was more to
him than just an outlet for having fun, as i took the experience to
be. Jim was much more serious about his playing, and practiced
a lot, which i never did. What passed for practice for me
was just playing with the group at our weekly gig in a Pizza Parlor
in a nearby town, where we played for our supper on Friday Nights.
into computers was another turning point in my career. The
computer program had been running for about 3 years before i actually
had the chance for training but i soon made up for the late start by
excelling in record time. I was elated with the computer
graphics and at that time my new fiancee and eventually to be my wife,
Sonja, was studying for her LVN Nursing license and so she had
to work nights and go to school days. By this time i was
back on days because they had completed the training and the company
closed down the night shift in Tooling Design. This meant
that i could get some extra training time in, on the computer,
if I would stay after work shift was over. Sonja never got
home till around 10 pm at night so after my normal shift, which ended
at 4:30 pm, i stayed there at my computer till Sonja got off of work
at 10 pm and she would pick me up on the way home. So for
the first 9 months or so that i was working on the computer, i was putting
in an extra 6 hr. or so for free, just practicing and getting very good
at the computer drafting. I ate it up like candy, learning programming
languages in the process, Varpro, Pep, UNIX, etc.
My reputation built up and all the designers who had been in the program
for years, were coming to me for help with computer details. I
was in heaven. A fabulous 3-D drafting computer upon which
to make my designs, wow !. What a trip for me, i couldn't wait
to get to work each day. I was on days by this time, having finished
the training. I would go back again on nights later on however.
how the addition of the computer aided design and drafting had increased
the efficiency of the Tooling Design division, the Engineering division
decided to take the plunge and go big time with the computers too.
This was an opportunity for me to really start going some where.
Because there were very few seasoned computer operators, if any, in
the engineering department at the time. The Engineering dept.
sent a, "pirate", down stairs to talk to me and my dear friend
Rui Haagen, who was sort of my partner in CADD. We trained
together from the beginning and worked great together. This
was pretty well recognized by the company too because they always seemed
to put us working together. The Pirate was sent to see if
he could lure me away from tooling design. I jumped at the chance
for promotion, and i went from a Tooling Designer Sr. to a Design
Engineer, and transferred to the Engineering Design Division.
Now i was wearing a neck tie to work and had my own telephone number
in the Rohr phone book. They even gave me a name plate for
my own private cubical.
They had a different kind of computer
in engineering than they did in Tool design so i had to go to school
again. And again, as before, i soon excelled at the new
machine and soon became the company's, Cimcad, expert.
The computers that Engineering were using were only two dimensional
machines and could only do drafting work in a flat plane to produce
the blueprints. The computer that tooling was still using
was a three dimensional design tool and could work in the third dimension
as well as produce flat drawings. Working on a 2-D machine
is very limiting as you must employ descriptive and analytic geometry
to achieve oblique views of your design model. I wrote a
program for my little Radio Shack model 100 lap top that changed that
for me... I found a way to hook my lap-top to the company's
graphics computer and exchange informational data files.
Hot Dog! Here was a chance to exercise my math skills and discovering
how to hook my laptop to the Main Computer was all i needed.
I wrote a program in the Cimcad language, to capture vertices in the
two dimensional lines and represent them in, "X", and, "Y
", coordinates. Then i would dump that information
into my lap top and run another of my programs, written in Expanded
Basic, that rotated these points in space, and returned a new set of,
"X", and "Y", coordinates for the vertices after
the amount of rotation i desired to make for the lines..
I dumped The resulting Cimcad command file my laptop made back into
my big computer and ran it. Bingo! Like magic the
new loft lines were displayed as they would have looked after rotation.
I had three dimensional data in minutes, that would have
taken me weeks to work out the old way with a calculator and a lot of
fancy, analytical geometry.
this time the local College was given 16 workstations for computer aided
drafting and were planning a class for the next semester. They
had nobody who knew anything about these machines and so they called
the company who made them and found out that my company was their 2nd
largest customer. The College called my company and asked
them if they could recommend an instructor. They immediately called
me and asked me if i would be willing to teach a class. I said
sure, thinking it was a class there at the plant. When they
told me to contact the dean of the Engineering and applied sciences
dept. at, Southwestern College, i was shocked. This was
getting a little deep for me. With my little high school diploma
i was already holding down a job that normally required at least a BS
degree, and now they were asking me to go teach at the college.
The dean was impressed with my interview and hired
me. I did have to take a course in education for the
credits to get my teaching credential but i did not do that for two
years. Teaching all that time two nights a week i finally
was forced to get my credential and continued
for a few more years. Eventually after seeing how expensive
repairs were to these fancy schmancy machines, the school changed
their computers and went to a completely new kind of software running
on a completely different computer.
decided to get a drafting program that would run on a PC instead of
a fancy, Sun station, so they switched to AutoCAD. I told the
dean that i didn't know anything about AutoCAD but he assured me i would
be trained in time for the next semester. Well his idea
of training depended heavily on super human ability to learn abstract
concepts in almost zero time at all, because they gave me six lessons
that ended two weeks before the semester was to start. I
had to write the curriculum and organize the entire course, including
the syllabus, with only 6 lessons stuffed into my head and a completely
foreign machine and software to do it on, and do it in only two weeks.
Fortunately for me i am an over achiever. The class went
well and as i was prepping the class for the final exam, one student
asked me, "What do we need to do to get an 'A', in this class?".
I told him to just read all the stuff in italics and know what it meant
and he would know as much as i did. Well this brought moans
and groans galore from my class, who thought i was a computer genius
who had been doing this all my life. When i told them that
they were only two weeks ahead of me with AutoCAD nobody would believe
me. They thought i was just trying to make them feel good
went beautifully for a long time. I married Sonja in 1981
and kept teaching nights and working days so i could afford a home.
I had lost everything in the last divorce and it took me ten years to
climb out of the hole i was in financially. Reminiscent of the
Jerry Reed song, "She
got the gold mine, i got the shaft.",
the California courts had me paying out $90 a month more
than i was making, for over two years. I had to work two
jobs or forget any hopes of having our own place. Sonja had two
daughters from a previous marriage, Michele, and Melissa who were 10
and 8 years old respectively and i had Mark and Andree, who were living
with their mother, Leslie.
college finally hired their 'full time' instructor to teach the computer
aided drafting and my teaching career as a college professor ended,
after 4 years or so. However by this time i was also teaching
classes at my company. I was re-titled from Design Engineer
to Computer Graphics Engineer and created courses in all phases of computer
aided design. When we got the new fancy 3-D CATIA machines,
i was in the first bunch to be trained. My boss used to
enjoy giving me tasks that he thought i could not possibly perform,
and i used to do them just for spite. He had a good one for me
now to do. They needed to train the managers in, CATIA, in a couple
of weeks and he wanted me to write the course for the managers.
Only he asked me to do this before he ever even sent me to
learn the Software myself. So when i got to take the CATIA
basic course, I then had to write courses for the managers at the same
time i was only learning the basics myself.
Writing the new course for the managers, while i myself was learning
the basic principles. Again i was able to do it some how and amazed
my bosses. I don't know where it comes from but when ever i am
put in an impossible situation, it ceases to be impossible any more.
I guess it must be my ability to pick things up quickly, at least that
is what my ego says, but my heart says, "You got good angels,
bud.".. With a 142 I Q, things
come pretty easy to me and i never ever had to work too hard to learn
anything i ever put my mind to doing. This must be a part
of the key to my abilities, i do not see anything as an impossible task.
If i am asked to do something i only look at the task and not the degree
of complexity. Like, "Larry the cable guy", says, "Git'er
dun.!" ... So i just get busy and get the job done.
There is always a way around problems, that is what engineering is all
clouds, started to dim the horizon around the end of the 80's...
Corporate America, in general, was going through a big country wide
reduction of personnel and my company was scheduled for an 80% head
cut. This presented my, formally ethical, company to change
their policies on, who to keep, and, who to let go during a reduction
of personnel. Rather than the three attributes that had
governed lay offs for as long as the company was in business, items
such as dedication, loyalty, industry, were rewarded in a very inappropriate
fashion. For the 50 years that the company had been
in business, the criteria had been, Performance, Experience,
and Seniority. But now they decided that salary
levels and accrued benefits were a better criteria for lay-offs and
they started keeping all the new, inexperienced engineers and getting
rid of the higher paid older workers, the ones with all the benefits.
I had almost 29 years with the company at this time and that certainly
should have counted for Seniority, i had worked in the shop, the
design, and the engineering fields so my Experience was more than any
other employee in engineering, who had no shop experience nor design
time. And finally our evaluation program was based on 4.0
being perfect. All my reviews were consistently above 3.4
or more so that certainly should have counted for Performance.
However i was making $16 per hour more than one of my better
students, who was just out of school, had never worked any where else,
and had learned everything he knew about it from me. I had
5 weeks a year vacation, i was almost to my full retirement term of
30 years, i had loads of sick leave and other benefits as well, that
my replacement did not enjoy. They shut down the training
dept. after i had trained everybody. I was fired and he took my
place, teaching my courses with my curriculum, in my place for peanuts
and happy to get the job. And so the dark times began and i was
headed for a big change in my life.
works in strange ways and it was around this time that the 11:11 went
out (ref. Kr yon book one) and i
was to make my next big branch in my life's path. When i
went through the changing of my guides and suffered the 'dark times'
i really went over board. Just as in anything i ever did
in my life, when i suffered, i did it up big.. I excelled
in suffering. Before it was to end i would lose my job,
i would have a near death experience, i would lose a big section of
my large intestine, i would go bankrupt, my home would be in foreclosure,
i would lose my prostate to cancer, we would lose our car, our
daughter became alienated and withheld the grand child, and i would
be engaged in a long legal battle with the company over my discharge. I
was diagnosed with clinical depression, my dog was killed by a car,
our youngest daughter turned to prostitution and i hit the bottom of
the barrel, i was almost suicidal. It was tough times for me and
Sonja and something had to happen which it did, big time, with my death.
Or to be more accurate, my phantom death and near death experience.
I was taking medication for all sorts
of problems i was having and my body was changing and building a reaction
to one of the medications i had been taking before. I had never
noticed any reaction from the medication before but this time it threw
me into a full blown anaphylactic shock and i went out like a light.
Had my wife not been a nurse, i would be dead today, but Sonja knew
what to do and kept me alive until the fire Department got there with
the paramedics and took over.
I eventually came out of it and as a result of my
wrongful termination case, i did not have to work until i was 65 but
could retire as soon as i had my thirty years in the company.
Even though i was not working for them any longer, my time still was
building for 3 years after termination. This was contractual
and they could not get out of that one. I sued the
company for wrongful termination. They settled before we
went to trial and i retired at the age of 59 instead of having to wait
until i was 65. Since that day, May 1,
1996, i have been adjusting to this new life of leisure and becoming
a new age human.
in the early 90's i started noticing that if i casually glanced at the
clock, i would catch 11:11 more often than coincidence allowed.
There were some weeks that i would see it as often as 10 times.
This is way beyond the odds against it, and i knew it was some sort
of signal from spirit, trying to communicate something to me.
I did not know at the time that the entire universe was also aware of
the 11:11 signal going out. I did not know what it was for
a couple of years. I took it to mean that i was "doing something
right", that i was right on track and making the right moves at the
right time. My Spiritualist
mother-in-law was most responsible for my
spiritual awakening. It was she who kept feeding me books like
"The Seth Material ", and other spiritually based reading
material. When she gave me that first copy of Kryon
book one, "The
End Times ", i finally discovered who i really
am. All these years of confusion and frustration trying to get
answers about God and getting dead end responses and cop outs
like, "...well my son, you must have faith that this is so...".
Well, after all the wondering and doubt i started to get a clearer
picture of a completely different universe where all the questions i
ever asked were being answered. This new paradigm was perfect
in that it answered everything.
I found no contradiction with anything
i ever learned before. On the contrary, it reinforced all my true
beliefs and made them real. What a revelation it was to
discover that this meat suit i am wearing is not really Me. It
is just a vehicle for getting around here on the mother earth. I
have discovered that I am not a physical being, going through a spiritual
experience, i am a spiritual being, who is having a very physical experience.
This changes everything and puts everything in place and in order for
me. Now everything makes sense to me and as the song
says, "I can see clearly now."
needed an outlet for my new found spiritualistic view on life and through
Kryon and Lee Carroll, i became acquainted with the work of another
channeler named, "Steve Rother". Steve had a monthly publication
called Beacons of Light that he made available on the internet. Like
Lee Carroll, Steve channeled an energy known only as "the group".
I became a fan and for a year or so i read the Beacons of light
when they came out. On day, i got a phone call from Steve
himself, who did not know me from the man in the moon, but who had heard
of me through a mutual friend. A lovely little British Lady called Sandie
Sedgbeer. Steve invited me to come up to his place in Poway and talk
about helping him on his web site. This i did, and for the next ten
years, i worked for Steve and Lightworker.com.
Steve wanted to branch out and get his own server, he also wanted to
start publishing in other languages so he gave me these tasks. I used
to teach UNIX, but my biggest contribution to the cause was the creation
of the Lighworker.com International network of translators. I set up
the translation program for lightworker.com and recruited all the translators,
maintaining the web site's "Beacons of Light", section and
managing the translation program. Life was good to me. I was retired,
i was doing something that i felt was worth while and most of all, i
was in my passion. I had rewritten my life script and simplified
things by making only one goal for myself, which was, "To be in
a place where i can do the most good for the most people". This
was my new life script and i no sooner had made it when Steve contacted
me to come and work for him. So we do get what we want, when we want
it badly enough.
True to Murphy's Law, all this happy stuff
had to end some time. I was now 71 years old and boastful about
my health. I was not taking any medication at all at that time and i
had so few aches and pains that they were virtually non existent. A
good time for the bottom to fall out and send me on another trip to
the edge of death. In February of 2008, within a two week
period i had a Stroke, three surgeries, and a heart attack. Before
the year was out i would be subjected to two more surgeries and have
to sport an open wound for 6 months while it healed from the bottom
out. This was the beginning of the end for my stay
with Lightworker.com. After the medical problems and
the long recovery, i could not even stand up myself in the beginning,
i also found that my attention was shattered some what. I could not
concentrate well any more nor could i remember things for longer than
a few seconds. The stress of the translation manager's job was getting
too much for me and so i asked Steve, and my angels for some help. Like
all good co-creations, this one turned out to be perfect and much better
than i had hoped. Out of the blue came Elena Boussi. A
beautiful soul from Athens, Greece, who offered to take my burden.
Mom grew increasingly feeble and less and less
responsive as the years took it's toll on her and in March of 2009,
she finally gave up the ghost and returned to her spiritual home to
rejoin all her departed loved ones once more.
Sonja and i are doing fine, Andree-Daniele (who prefers to be called
Andrea), our oldest daughter is married to a great guy who is also a
police officer. She has three children now... four if one wants to count
her husband Eric's other son from a previous marriage, who is living
with his ex. Michele, the next oldest of the girls, is divorced,
with three children also, however she is living still in her husband's
house in a strange but happy relationship. Our youngest daughter
Melissa is really becoming helpful these days and visits often. My
Son Mark, of course, is always doing fine. He lectures,
teaches in College, and is also a cultural critic. He lives back on
the east coast with his wife and daughter. It is now
the middle of April and i have finally reached the age of my father
when he died. Now if i can hand on for another two years, all
my concerns will be over and i can really relax and spend 110% of my
time enjoying everything and everybody, instead of only 100%.
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Jean-Paul Déry 4-12-2009