“The Fogarty Beach Vortex” from Mindfulness Meditation Creations…

“The Fogarty Vortex” from Mindfulness Meditation Creations, Little Whale Cove, Oregon… https://survivethriveptsd.org/2012/06/the-vortex-experience-of-spirit-and-soul/
Forgaty Beach State Park https://stateparks.oregon.gov/index.cfm?do=park.profile&parkId=158

“Spirit and Soul”

http://www.ofspiritandsoul.com/earth%20vortices/vortices.html

“Vortices⁸ are high energy spots on the Earth. Earth energy is due to its electromagnetic field. NASA research has proved that the human energy field is tuned in to certain ‘Earth Waves’. (See section Energies) The joining on the surface of the Earth are ‘hot spots’ of energy focus which we know as the vortices of the Earth, these are linked by ley lines. A Ley line is an energy line, some being of more importance than others.”

The Fogarty Vortex

I felt overcome by the ‘spirits’ coming from the mountains to the sea last Friday when walking the trail to Fogarty Beach near Depoe Bay by the sea. This overwhelming feeling of God’s presence is a big part of my spiritual life on the coast, in the mountains, rivers, oceans, and by the sea…

I live in a Vortex by the sea. I see and feel God with nature as the seabirds fly above and the salty cool air fills my lungs. I breathe and breathe while my soul is filled with joy and peace by the sea…

Fogarty Beach pulls me closer to the shore where I can see life touch my my soul and God too. I start to see millions of years of nature’s imagination and the sculptures of stunning beauty and dream of things yet to be realized.

The Fogarty Beach Vortex. Do you feel it?

I dream again and again as I look across the ocean to west as the sun sets on the horizon. This is not of man. It is God that rules here by the sea…

The Fogarty Vortex brings earth’s energy into these magical places. These moments of heavenly feelings of love of my home by the sea, take me away to far off places, I can only imagine and dream…

I look and see tiny driftwood pieces. I look again and see the shapes and wonder where, when, how, and why. It can only be God, a higher power, I imagine again. This is not of man, I know now…

It is only nature and God’s presence that gives me peace and love by the sea. I see the sea birds fly, swim and roam the the beach close to me. They look at me with peace and love in their eyes…

I feel the spirits overwhelm my heart and soul. It is here, by the sea, where my body and mind feels whole. There can be no evil or hate here by the sea. There is only love here by the sea.

You can find your Fogarty Vortex anywhere you can see and feel love and not hate. It only love that makes me alive and whole by the sea…

Steve Sparks, Author, Blogger, Mental Health Advocate…and aspiring artisan.
“Fogarty” by the sea…

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Judy and Steve Sparks, “Children and Families in Life After Trauma” a platform for healing…

Draftwood Art from Mindfulness Meditation Creations…

We are selectively considering sponsors as early adoptors. “Children and Families in Life After Trauma” has evolved from 10 years of love and passion for this work.

This past year has made our platform a much broader and more robust website. dedicated to healing, mindfulness, empathy, compassion, kindness and love. Especially to share from our home in Little Whale Cove by the sea…

You all are responsible! You pointed us! Friends, family and loved ones guided us. We could see your vision for love, not hate. We listened to you, who’s hearts are open to kindness, love and healing.

Soul food is on the menu. Come with us on this journey of healing…

Our newest and most popular page are the stories included in our new book, “The Furry Loved Ones and Wildlife Friends Who Touch Our Hearts and Souls.” PRE-ORDER now!

Your vision of kindness can be seen here too… Thank you all for your kindness, love and support!

Love ya!

Steve and Judy Sparks

Steve and Judy on our favorite sailing ship, “Stars and Stripes” San Diego, Ca https://www.facebook.com/lynn.hanna.980

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Mindfulness Meditation Moments from Little Whale Cove, Oregon

“Ralph ‘n Robbie Wabbit” ‘n Pal Stephen at The Farm c1960…

“Ralph ” and young Steve , Sandstone MN c1960
Sis Laura and Ralph, Sandstone MN c1960…
“Robbie Wabbit ” at The Farm

“Yes, and I remember you bringing dead Ralph, all flat and frozen, into the kitchen while mom and Dad started yelling at you. I went upstairs to my bed to hide,” Laura cried when I asked her about this time so long ago…

Ralph was my first, very first furry loved one. He was my first real pal. We loved hanging out in the woods with Robbie Wabbit…

But when Downtown Willie Wabbit came by, like he always did, things turned bad. “Two is company, three is a crowd,” my Uncle Harry would say at the farm…

While Robbie Wabbit played with Ralph, Downtown Willie Wabbit would always pick a fight with Robbie Wabbit. Ralph chased Downtown Willie Wabbit away, because he wanted to play with Robbie Wabbit and me…

Ralph ‘n me were pals. I didn’t have any close pals back then except for Ralph. He loved to swim in Skunk Lake near the farm, and chase after ducks in the pond…

Ralph ‘n me hiked down to the Kettle River too. Robbie Wabbit always came with us. We loved to swim in the river. Robbie Wabbit waited for us, hiding in the bushes nearby…

When we were swimming in the river near the dam, Downtown Willie Wabbit came by looking to pick a fight with Robbie Wabbit…

“Downtown Willie Wabbit!”

But Ralph saw Downtown Willie Wabbit right away. He swam to shore and chased him away. His friend Robbie Wabbit was safe again…

Ralph was like that. He was a loving and kind friend. He kept me safe too. When I was lonely and scared, he was always with me when no one else was there for me…

Ralph ‘n me had to stay in mostly when it was cold, very cold in the winter. We didn’t like the cold weather in the winter on the farm…

One night, a very cold night at the farm, I let Ralph out to go pee and poop by himself. I was scared to go out at night in the below zero weather. My mom wouldn’t let me anyway…

While calling out for Ralph to come home, I heard a big truck drive by on the highway next to the farm. I called for Ralph again and again but he never came…

I was so scared that night and couldn’t stop thinking about Ralph. I thought the worst had happened. I knew it was too cold for him to survive in the cold, ohhh… so cold cold it was back then…

The next early morning, I went looking for Ralph. I was heartbroken when I found my dear pal frozen dead next to the highway…

I knew then, it was a terrible mistake to let Ralph out the night before alone. I just knew in my heart and soul it was wrong to let him out at night in the cold…

To this day, I grieve for Ralph. I didn’t know about the Rainbow Bridge back then. I know now, though…

I can heal now. For I now know, Ralph ‘n me are still pals. He is safe and happy, waiting all this time to meet him and Robbie Wabbit on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge.

Ralph is still chasing Downtown Willie Wabbit away too. He keeps Robbie Wabbit safe, so we can play in Heaven together, again…

I miss Ralph, my pal, and still do. But now, we heal together, Ralph ‘n me. We’ll play again someday, when we meet again on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge…

Steve Sparks, Author, Blogger, Mental Health Advocate…and aspiring artisan.

“Naturally” from The Sea…

“Naturally” from The Sea survivethriveptsd.org/mindfulness-meditation-creations-gallery-by-steve-and-judy-sparks/
Judy Sparks, Executive Editor and Producer, SparksAssociates Media…

Judy named this latest masterpiece, “Naturally.” She has been asking me for awhile to find the perfect draftwood treasure on our special beach in the Cove by the sea…

This piece has a natural groove all the way across the middle on the top. It has a natural notch on the bottom that lifts it up an inch or so.

Judy loves Air Plants and other things found in the Cove and other places by the sea. She lays these treasures in the groove when the spirits tell her so… Then, changes them around when she is moved by her soul.

We do this labor of love together as kindred spirits in love with each other and the sea. The stunning beauty of Little Whale Cove and the sea keeps our spirits alive while our love endures…

It is always love that keeps us whole and alive with inspiration. It is only love that keeps our hearts and souls at peace in the Cove by the sea…

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Steve Sparks, Author, Blogger, Mental Health Advocate…and aspiring artisan.
At the Cove by the sea…

“When We Are Kind to Others, We are Happier” by Jill Suttle

Jill Suttie https://www.mindful.org/author/jill-suttie/

How Kindness Fits Into a Happy Life
A new analysis of decades of research shows that when we are kind to others, we are healthier and happier.
THE GREATER GOOD MAGAZINE

BY JILL SUTTIE | FEBRUARY 17, 2021

We all know that it’s good to be kind to others. Kindness is an important virtue for sustaining relationships, which helps to build a trusting and cooperative society.

You may have also heard that kindness makes you happier and healthier. But what does that mean for you? What acts of kindness will make us happiest, and who tends to benefit the most?
A newly published review of decades of kindness research provides some answers.

In this paper, researchers analyzed the results from 126 research articles looking at almost 200,000 participants from around the world. The studies they chose all had to meet certain criteria, such as including only adults and reporting good statistical data; some were experiments, where people did a kindness practice to observe its effects, while others just surveyed people about how kind and happy they were. The studies measured well-being in a variety of ways, including both mental and physical health.

As expected, people who were kind tended to have higher well-being. Lead researcher Bryant Hui was surprised the relationship was not stronger than it was, but he was still encouraged by the results.

“Although the overall relationship between prosocial (kind and helpful) behavior and well-being is weak, given that so many people around the world act prosocially, the modest effect can still have a significant impact at a societal level,” he says.
A small effect like this—an average of all the participants’ experiences—can sometimes hide other patterns going on below the surface. So, he and his colleagues considered when kindness might have a bigger impact on our well-being.

One thing they found was that people who performed random, informal acts of kindness, like bringing a meal to a grieving friend, tended to be happier than people who performed more formal acts of kindness, like volunteering in a soup kitchen. It’s possible that informal helping may fill our more basic psychological needs for autonomy and close relationships, which is why it could lead to greater happiness.

The researchers also found that people who were kind tended to be higher in “eudaimonic happiness” (a sense of meaning and purpose in life) more than “hedonic happiness” (a sense of pleasure and comfort). Perhaps this makes sense, given that being kind involves effort, which takes away from comfort but could make people feel better about themselves and their abilities, which would provide a sense of meaning.

Being kind came with greater eudaimonic happiness for women than for men, too. According to Hui, this could be because, in many cultures, women are expected to be kinder than men; so, they may have more to gain from it. And younger participants experienced more happiness when they were kind than older participants, perhaps for developmental reasons, he says. Younger adults are at a stage of life where they tend to be figuring out their identity and actively seeking the purpose and meaning in life that kindness can bring, less so than pleasure and comfort.

What other, specific benefits might kindness have? The researchers found that people who were kind tended to have higher self-esteem and a sense of self-efficacy. To a lesser degree, they also experienced less depression and anxiety and improved physical health—with the links to health being strongest in older adults.
Hui doesn’t know for sure why acting kind might have these different effects on different groups, but he points to theories put forth by researcher Elizabeth Midlarsky: Being kind may make us feel better about ourselves as a person or about the meaning of our lives, confirm our self-competence, distract us from our own troubles and stressors, give us a warm-glow feeling, or help us be more socially connected with others. All of these could potentially improve our well-being—reducing our stress, improving our mood, or providing community—and they could hold more importance at different stages of life, too.

By understanding the connection between kindness and well-being, Hui thinks researchers can design better studies that take into account all of the relevant factors, and innovators could create more effective kindness practices. In the future, he hopes there will be kindness apps or online programs that could reach more people, generating a larger impact around the world.

In the meantime, Hui says, the biggest take-home from his research is something he heard the Dalai Lama say long ago: “If you want others to be happy, practice compassion. If you want to be happy, practice compassion.”

“Helping others is a universal virtue and a very affordable and economic way to benefit others’ and our own well-being,” he says. “As the saying goes, helping others is helping yourself.”

“Mindfulness Meditation Moments” by Steve Sparks
Steve Sparks, Author, Blogger, Mental Health Advocate…and aspiring artisan.

“Jack” Friend of Coasties, King of The Rain Forest…

“Jack” Friend of The Coasties

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Jack in his natural element. King of the Forest, he is. He loves walkies in the woods behind Depoe Bay…

Jack and his pal Jenny go to this secret place in the rain forest near Depoe Bay. Jack knows right where it is. He takes Jenny by the the hand and leads her there each day before the sun goes down.

Jack is “King of The Rain Forest and the coastal trails too. He believes it with all his heart and soul… And so does Jenny too…

Jack looks out for Jenny and all his wildlife friends in the rain forest. He looks for “Nettie Newt” sitting on his favorite little Fairy House waiting to chat with friends. They walk by the trail under the tall trees that reach to the sky….

Jack and Jenny went up the trail looking for Nettie Newt’s Fairy House. Jack fell down and lost his crown, still wagging his tail, while Jenny came running after…

Nettie Newt loves Jack the most, and Jenny too. He is excited when he sees Jack dancing and singing on the trail next to the creek by the Bay. The tall trees reach to the sky here in the rain forest by the sea…

“Nettie Newt”

Jack is back again soon. for he is King of the Rain Forest. He so loves to chat with Nettie Newt and all his wildlife friends by Depoe Bay and the sea…

Join me again soon for another adventure with Jack and Jenny, and Nettie Newt too. On the coastal rain forests and beaches, coves and rain forests by the the sea they explore. We will see Jack again. For he is King of The Rain Forest and all the coastal trails by the sea…

‘A Soul Lost to War’…Vernon H Sparks US Navy 1936-1966

Research from Vernon H. Sparks Naval records 1936-1960 

September 2019 a working DRAFT

Department of the Navy, Bureau of Naval Personnel, Washington D.C. 

Vernon H. Sparks, BMC, 328 41 29, USNFR-F6, May 1, 1966…30 years of honorable service 

By Steve Sparks, Author, Blogger, Mental Health Advocate… 

This body of work is described as a deep dive chronology of my father’s service to America. He was among the “The Greatest Generation” of the men, women, and families who served in WWII and Korean War.

I received Dad’s military records, including medical, in February 2011 and used as a reference for writing my first book, Reconciliation a Son’s Story, published by Signalman Publishing in November 2011.

My goal is to accurately portray the trajectory of Dad’s Naval Service to show the tragic effects of too many years of hard combat deployments on this man, his family, and the intergeneration impact on all of us as a family.

There are too many stories from all wars just like Vernon’s, where the emotional damage of war comes home to the kitchen table.

Without adequate and consistent life-long treatment of symptoms of PTSD, including lingering and painful untreated depression, take a huge toll on the lives of so many military families over several generations until the cycle of pain ends.

In the Sparks family, we now heal as a family, the pain stops with us…no more! As a family legacy we desire that others benefit from the awareness that has provided a foundation for healing decades of emotional trauma and strife as a military family.

How did we survive and thrive growing up in a profoundly dysfunctional home and finally face our own mental health challenges and demons as kids and adults? 

Bos’n Sparks Ship Log 1936-1958, A Soul Lost to War… 

Click each photo to learn more… 

2 Vernon H. Sparks received a temporary appointment of Warrant Chief Boatswain’s Mate (BMC) in 1943 when the USS Belle Grove (LSD2) was commissioned on August 9, 1943 for duty in the Asiatic-Pacific Theater. Dad loved to blow the Bos’n Whistle when we were kids in the 1950s to get us out of the rack early. Dad loved the Navy and serving America. He made Bos’n 1st Class in 1941 following the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor. To begin this chronology, following is my father’s first account of his experience aboard the USS West Virginia (BB48) on that fateful day, December 7, 1941. Vernon was a highly decorated US Navy veteran. Vernon earned the following recognitions and medals shown above: 

WWII Victory, Philippine Liberation, Asiatic Pacific (with 1 silver star and 1 bronze star appurtenance), American Defense (with 1 bronze star appurtenance), American Campaign, Good Conduct (with 3 bronze star appurtenance), Korean Service, China Service, Pearl Harbor Survivor, Philippine Presidential Unit Citation, Republic of Korea Presidential Unit Citation (Navy). 

National Park Service 

Survivor Questionnaire – Persons Present December 7, 1941, Oahu, Territory of Hawaii 

Vernon H. Sparks, US Navy, Battleship USS West Virginia, Coxswain 

Hometown: St. Paul, Mn 

Brief Account of What Happened to You Before, During, & After the Japanese Attack on Pearl Harbor. 

I was on the 3rd deck heading for the anchor windless room when the first torpedo hit the USS West Virginia. From there, more bombing and torpedoes- when all hell broke loose. Men in the brig were screaming for help. I could not respond, there was no time…to check where the Marine guard was with the keys to the cells. Evidently, he had already been hit. The men in the brig were engulfed in water and perished. I worked my way up to the 2nd deck with water up to my waist. By this time, I came to a hatch with the manhole still open leading to the main deck. I barely made it out of the escape hatch and was 

3 ordered by Lt. Stark to close that hatch. The men were still down there but it was too late for them. That was the first time I heard that the Japs were attacking our fleet…and the whole island. I watched one of my best shipmates get himself killed-Roy Powers. He stuck his head out the portside close to the ship-fitters shop; and about that time another torpedo hit, and the concussion blew his head off. His body fell back on deck headless. After that it was a matter of surviving. There was no defense, the ship was already listing to port at about 35 degrees angle. I worked myself up further on the deck and observed the Commanding Officer, Captain Mervyn S. Bennion heading for the bridge. The strafing and bombing were still on. When I arrived on the main deck going forward to the number one turret…strafing still going on…I dived under the overhang of the turret. Communications was out, so by word of mouth heard the order, “all hands abandon ship.” Note: Capt. Bennion was lying on the wing of the bridge mortally wounded…He asked the doc, “What kind of chance he had?” And was told, “Not much Captain.” Then, Captain Bennion said, “Leave me on the bridge and this is my last order, ALL HANDS ABANDON SHIP!” He died right after that order… After that order I jumped over the side to starboard and swam to Ford Island…Us guys that made it were standing on the beach watching the USS Arizona blow up sky high…what a helpless feeling. I had torn my white uniform up to use as emergency treatment bandages for the wounded. Anyway, to make a long story short, we dashed across the field under strafing conditions to shelter. In the BOQ, we were able shower in there and salvage clothes from the lockers and helped organize the Harbor Patrol. And was with that duty for a few months – then assigned to new construction with the 5th Amphibious Force hitting the beaches of the South Pacific, all the way, then finally Iwo Jima, & Okinawa until the Peace Treaty was signed aboard the USS Missouri in Toyko, Japan. People like myself could go on & on…but that would take a book… 

Vernon H. Sparks, December 7, 1941, Battleship USS West Virginia 

From Ship’s Crew Muster: 

Sparks, Vernon H. 328-41-29 Cox. 13 Jan. 36 10/12/39 

4 In the 3 photos above… Vernon with friends, and fellow shipmates at the Owl Bar, Manila; on island patrols 600 miles south of Manila c1938-39…Vernon, as a coxswain on the tiller. Vernon’s first shipboard duty 1936, full steam ahead USS Tennessee, click photo for more. 

Vernon was born in Eldred, Mn on December 10, 1918. He spent his childhood growing up in St. Paul, Mn.

Following a challenging time growing up during the Great Depression, he joined the Navy in December 1935 at age 17. Dad wanted to “join the Navy and see the world” as did countless men from that time before WWII.

He graduated from Naval Training Center, Bootcamp, USNTC, San Diego, Ca on June 6, 1936. Vernon’s first duty station was the USS Tennessee (BB43) in March, 1937.

This was the beginning of a story of one man’s journey of honor and duty to country and family. But this is also an all American story of a lifetime of emotional pain. Too many years of sea duty and hard combat changed his life forever, especially decades of painful family dynamics caused by the trauma of war.

The Tennessee sailed to the South Pacific from Bremerton, Wa in March 1937. Vernon became a larger than life coxswain during those early years of fighting in the South China Sea leading up to WWII and the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor. Vernon, according to his medical records, served a total of “66 months” of combat duty for 22 year US Navy career. 

5 Abstract of Service by Ship and Station: 

USNTC San Diego January 13, 1936 recruit training. Vernon lived at 581 Selby Ave., St. Paul, Mn before joining the Navy. Click here… 

USS Tennessee (BB43), June 6, 1936 to March 16, 1937. Vernon dislocated his shoulder on the get go the first time in July 1936 while carrying a box of spuds aboard ship. He lived for most of his adult life with shoulder challenges. Vernon loved basketball and swimming. 

USS Henderson (DD785), April 23, 1937 to September 3, 1937, then back to USS Tennessee 

USS Blackhawk (AD9), October 29, 1937 to July 1938 (Vernon made Seaman 1st Class Feb 16, 1938). He was instructed in the use of Gas Mask and put through Gas Chamber a Navy Yard, Cavite, P.I. Dec20 1937. 

Naval Hospital, Puget Sound Washington, March 16, 1937 to April 23, 1937 

USS Sacramento (PG-19), July 18, 1938 to December 14, 1938 

USS Augusta (CA-31), December 1938 

US Naval Hospital, Canacao, P. I. for treatment January 16, 1939 (6/5/39 on sick list due to own misconduct.) 

USS West Virginia (BB48), October 12, 1939 to December 7, 1941 (one offense of AOL from 0730 on 10/23/39 until 0815 on 10/24/39, confined for 8 days, and loss of pay one month $14. Addresses for family during this surreal and painful period 1941 to 1945; 1351 Lime Ave., Long Beach, Ca; 1501 Scott St., San Francisco, Ca from the left; Jerry, Mom Marcella, Steve as baby, Dad Vernon summer 1946. 

USS Relief (AH1), December 11, 1939 to December 29, 1939 for medical treatment. Vernon was injured in an altercation on his birthday, December 10th while on liberty from the USS West Virginia. He was apparently clubbed in the head, sustained a serious head wound. 

Section Base, Bishop Point, Harbor Patrol, 14th Naval District, Pearl Harbor, Oahu December 30, 1941 to April 6, 1943. AWOL from 2000, 2 July 1942 to 0600, 3 July 1942, 10 hours. Tried on July 6, 1942 and confined for a period of twenty (20) days and $20/month loss of pay for a period of four (4) months per Deck Court- Martial. On April 2, 1943, he was appointed BM1st class. On September 30, 1942, JAG remitted entirely that part of the sentence involving confinement because he “PARTICIPATED IN THE BATTLE OF PEARL HARBOR ON DECEMBER 7, 1941.” 

USS Belle Grove (LSD2), August 9, 1943 to June 2, 1945 Crossed the 180th Meridian with permission of the Golden Dragon Lat. 14 degrees 10’ N., on 20 January 1944. August 9, 1943 recommended for appointment as Warrant Boatswain (temporary). He Participated in the bombardment and capture of Iwo Jima Island March 20, 1945. He was authorized to wear the 

Philippine Liberation Ribbon with two Bronze Stars ICW ALNAV 64-45. 

On May 9, 1945, Vernon was recommended for appointment to 

rank of Warrant Boatswain. 

US Naval Hospital, Shoemaker, Ca July 23, 1945 to September 4, 1945, post WWII “battle fatigue” (PTSD) treatment and recovery, convalescence. KoreanWar period…The Sparks Clan; from the left, Uncle Ronnie, Vernon, Grandma Mildred, Grandpa Art, Aunt Juneth, & Aunt Dolly. Sparks home St Paul 50s…1608 Van Buren Ave, St Paul, MN 55104 

7 USN Cargo Handling Group No. 1 Oakland, Ca Sept 17, 1945 to November 28, 1945 

USNH Treasure Island, December 10, 1946 for treatment. 

USS Topeka (CL-67), June 17, 1947 

US Naval Hospital, Long Beach Ca July 1947 to Sept 1947, recurring “battle fatigue” symptoms. 

USS Astoria (CA-73) November 6, 1947 (less than month) 

USS St. Paul (CA-73), December 8, 1947 

USNTC San Diego February 25, 1948 to August 24, 1951, recruit training, bootcamp commander 

company 255. 6605 Kelly St, San Diego, CA 92111 

USS Weiss (APB-135) September 7, 1951 to August 16, 1952 (transferred to US Naval Hospital, Yokosuka, Japan for treatment) 

US Naval Hospital, Yokosuka, Japan September 17, 1952 

8 USS Skagit (AKA105), September 30, 1952 to March 19, 1953 

USS LSM(R)-401 March 29, 1953 to June 22, 1953 

USS Andromeda (AK-15), June 22, 1953 to January 25, 1954… 

Dan helped me remember this apparently fun Sunday event of dinner on the ship as a family and hanging out, learning…2804 Gearing Dr, San Diego, CA; 4632 Hawley Blvd, San Diego, CA 92116; 6605 Kelly St, San Diego, CA 92111 

US Naval Hospital San Diego, February 24, 1954 to April 21, 1954 (84 days in hospital) 

In transit status, April 21 to April 28, 1954 

Conus/Amphibious Construction Battalion (ACB1) June 30, 1954 to August 2, 1954 

USNTC Great Lakes, September 30, 1954 to June 23, 1955. Vernon re-enlisted for the last time on June 16, 1955. Sister Laura born March 1955 in photo with Marcella and Vernon. 2621 Iroquois Rd, Waukegan, IL 60087 

For the record, his tattoos were noted as the following. 

“Tattoo’s Eagle “USN, USS Tennessee 1935” right forearm, “Honolulu, Manila, Hong Kong, Shanghai, Singapore, Yokohama” right inner forearm, Girl “USS Sacramento, Asiatic Station 1937-1939 left inner forearm. Sister Laura was born on March 10, 1955.” 

USS Chowanoc (ATF100) Oct 23, 1957 (less than 90 days) 

Construction Battalion #1 

Released from active duty on November 5, 1957. Placed on the retired list of the US Navy from the Fleet Reserve effective October 1, 1965. 

Family home addresses post Navy; 18228 Mettler Ave, Carson, CA 90746; 1249 W Anaheim St, Harbor City, CA 90710 

9 Notes: 

1. Vernon’s final Navy performance rating was 3.980/4.0. Dad was an outstanding 

professional! BMC to BMGC (master chief?) promotion in 1957. 2. Awarded High School GED by St. Paul Public Schools, December 28, 1953 3. Final post retirement medical treatment at US Naval Hospital, Long Beach, Ca. It appears Vernon was under great stress and pain during this time. He was never free from anxiety and depression from PTSD that lingered for a lifetime. He also cut a tendon in “right ring finger” and knee sprain from an accident at home. We lived at 22907 Meyler St., Torrance, Ca. As a family. I recall much chaos and strife at that time on our family as a whole. It was an unmitigated disaster, a completely broken family dynamic. No family should ever live this way, ever…never…no way!

There were absolutely no behavioral health care services for combat veterans except a short stay in Naval hospitals to detox, often for months before returning to duty. Dad knew he had to stay in the Navy to receive the health care he needed desparately when he fell off the wagon. Dad needed a ‘continuum of care’ that only existed in the safety of a US Naval hospital anywhere on the planet. The Navy was Dad’s rock. He struggled so much and none of us knew it. The typical response was, “we don’t talk about stuff like that.” Vernon survived and thrived with serious mental illness and addiction without any clue of how to effectively manage or mitigate his serious mental health problems. Our mother, Marcella, was very sick too, and suffered from acute depression all of her life as well. The post WWII Sparks family was only one example of 1000’s of families during that fateful period that took the war home to the kitchen table. The war never ended in June of 1945 when he came home, it was never over in his mind.

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5. Vernon joined the Federal Bureau of Prisons when he retired from the US Navy and stayed for 18 years, finally retiring again. But he worked as a consultant for faith community half-way houses in Tacoma, Wa for several years until retiring for good. Vernon served America for more than 40 years!

6. A sign of the times…Vernon completed a radiological training course.

“Fred Robison” A Depoe Bay Oregon Legacy… Community builder, a man of his word…

Fred Robison, community builder, a man of his word… Depoe Bay, Oregon…
In Fred’s memory…

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Depoe Bay, Oregon

“One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest” will always be a great metaphor for lots of my memories of Depoe Bay. But mostly in good ways…

First, I want to thank my dear friend and colleague, Liz Martin, for reminded us of the greatness and graciousness of her father, Fred. I know she loved him very much…

I think Fred knew we are all Cuckoo, anyway. He knew how to herd a town full of dear friends, loved ones, and the Cuckoo bunch too.

Fred was a leader, a visionary. Depoe Bay Harbor. “The Smallest Harbor in The World ” became a reality during Fred’s time at the helm…

The Depoe Bay Aquarium was a hit in Fred’s day. That was his vision too…

The Robison Family has always been committed to Fred’s dream of community building. We can be proud of being a most popular destination fishing village on the Oregon coast…

I know the Robison pretty well. They are like family to me. They treat all of us like family when we gather as friends during the annual Native American Salmon Bake and many other community events.

Not to mention the famous annual Crab Feed! All the world recognizes the huge blow up Crab exhibited each year on the north end of Depoe Bay near Boiler Bay…

Annual Depoe Bay Native American Style Salmon Bake

Folks come from far and wide to join the town folk for salmon, crab and cheer. The City Park has the aroma of salmon baking like the Siletz Tribe did for centuries before the white man arrived.

Native American Culture and Traditions keep Depoe Bay’s soul and Totem Pole spirits alive and well. Dancing and singing in the Park is a beautiful time of the year…

Fred’s dream of community building thrives, I believe… I have seen it for more than 16 years as a resident and former City Councilor. And, through all the challenges we have faced as a community, we thrive…

This is the town I love and call home for my family… It is the sea and the harbor that moves my soul. It is the Coast Guard station that reminds me we are all Americans, together, as one community…

Depoe Bay is a star on the Oregon Coast. Folks from all over the globe come to see and learn about the Gray Whale… These beautiful and magnificent mammals are loving neighbors too…

This beautiful story and Robison Family legacy makes us all proud! I had the privilege of meeting Fred in 2015 while serving as City Councilor.

Beenie Robison introduced me to his father, Fred. In 2015, while serving as Depie Bay City Councilor, we faced significant challenges with Depoe Bay Harbor issues. Fred’s wisdom and leadership was invaluable to me…

I was struck by his kindness. He was gracious and a true professional. He was a leader, and early ‘community builder’ before we knew what that was. We need Fred’s grace and wisdom at this moment, indeed…

Yes, we all miss Fred Robison! And we thank him for his US Coast Guard service during WWII. We thank him for his community service to Depoe Bay and Lincoln County for many decades. And, we thank for his love and caring ways…

Never ever forget the service of others who paved the way long before we came. Look back and learn the lessons taught then. The lessons learned help lead us into the future… I know this to be true…

Steve Sparks, Author, Blogger, Mental Health Advocate,..and aspiring artisan.

The Sea Lives in My Soul…

I came home to the sea once again. It is here where God touches my soul… It is here when my heart feels love and peace…

It was here 16 years ago when Depoe Bay reached out to me. It is here now where my ashes will go back to the sea…

When? Only God knows when my soul returns to the sea. After all, this is where I came… It is only fitting I return to the sea…

When I look out to sea, I feel God touch my soul. I feel peace of mind once again…

I watch the Gray Whales when they visit Little Whale Cove. I stand and gaze without notice of the time.

I feel the Siletz Tribe fishing, hunting and caring for their families in the Cove long ago. I look at the Totem Pole watching over us in the Cove. It is here where God meets my soul..

Depoe Bay is a small loving, caring community by the sea. There is only kindness here. There is no hate, only love here by the sea, where sunsets appear on the horizon most days…

Storms always pass through, even when they rage. Storms pass just when I think the storm will never end. I feel renewed again, when the storm passes through.

When the Sun glows with such beauty through the clouds, I look out to sea. What do I feel and see?

I see the fishermen go back to sea again after the storm. The Whale watching boats follow closely behind too…

The cool sea breeze from the sea takes me far away. I see sea birds fly low and fly high with the wind. I close my eyes and think of love for nature and the sea. I feel love and kindness for my love too…

It is here by the sea where God meets all of us, not just some of us. I live in peace and love again right here by the sea…

My ashes will someday return to the sea. For it is here now when God touches my soul…

Steve Sparks, Author, Blogger, Mental Health Advocate…and aspiring artisan and lover of the sea…

What Do Your Kids Need to Know or Say About The “January 6th” Insurrection?

https://www.deseret.com/utah/2021/1/8/22217485/donald-trump-capitol-insurrection-infamy-democracy-congress-mitt-romney

First, do you talk with your kids or at them? Do you preach to them about all the stuff you think you know?

Do you actually listen to them or just lecture? If you can’t answer these simple questions, then look in the mirror.

https://theconversation.com/how-should-schools-teach-kids-about-what-happened-at-the-us-capitol-on-jan-6-we-asked-6-education-experts-152884

Sound simple? Well, it ain’t simple at all….

Here’s what I want to know sooner than later. At 74, who knows…

Do we still teach our kids in school political science, civics, war and peace, and lessons learned?

I remember my father talking about Germany mid 30s. I also remember reading and studying fascism at college 70s 80s…

All we knew about back then was the KKK. We knew also what they were up to after the Civil War. And that wasn’t America either…

Proud Boys sure sounds like the KKK model. Who wants that in America’s future?

I learned also about authoritarian governments, white supremist, non democratic countries around the globe. Who wants that kind of ugly stuff in America’s future?

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Authoritarianism

We can go way back to midevil times and see the King/Queen thing to start with. Then, take a look at how much power the Catholic Church had back then…

https://www.britannica.com/topic/government/The-Middle-Ages

Is this what America wants to be? Wow! How stupid are we?

Yeah, America has big problems like forever. But, we don’t need a “Putin” to solve them.

We know how this works. It’s wrong and it doesn’t work, period. Never has, never will…

I wonder about our kids and in their schooling. Is political science and history studies no longer required? What about war and peace?

Does anybody study lessons learned from our past?

Do kids learn liberal arts at all?

Most importantly, how did America become ignorant and stupid? Why did 74 million people buy the “Big Lies?”

This ain’t political conversation. It’s about education, awareness, and truth. Will truth and trust return?

I want to know before I leave this world and so do most from my boomer generation. What happened? What’s wrong with America? How do we fix it? My rant… I earned it!

Escape for a moment…