A More Focused Ed K’s Life Safari???
The title of this blog is Ed K’s Life Safari and I have been thinking about that name, what the title means and how it relates to what I am posting. One of the definitions of a safari is:a long and arduous journey. Well guess that my life safari has luckily been fairly long – 65 years so far, and at times I think it has been fairly arduous.
If in 1965 a Me65-year-old geezer started telling me about life in 1900, I would probably have laughed and said no thanks. Face it life in 1965 was vastly different from life in 1910. Hell, life was a lot different between the world that my parents lived in than the one I was growing up in. That’s why the generation gap was wider in the 60s than it is today. My children and I have a lot more in common in the music that we listen to and the books that we read than I did with my parents. But then again, my parents never read and rarely listened to music.
The point of all this is that what I am planning to do is change the focus of this blog to make it more in tune with its title. I am thinking writing about my long arduous safari from 1951 to now on this blog. I will be writing about the history that I lived through, the music I listened to, and the books that I read. Then over at Renaissance Granddad I will write about what’s happening now, as I revive, renew and more forward. On that blog I will write the books and music that I am exploring currently , my family along with my efforts to turn back my biologic clock!
The Beginnings of Ed K’s Life Safari
So let’s get started. My long strange trip started on October 1st in 1951. I was born in Zurbrugg Hospital in Riverside, NJ. The son of Edward Karn and Helen Ashton. My parents named me after my father but changed my middle name. My dad’s middle name is Henry and he is Edward Henry Karn , Jr. I guess that they either didn’t like the name Henry or they didn’t want me to be a III so they selected Kenneth for my middle name. In the eyes of many I was always Ed Jr.
My wife always laughs about my early wardrobe. She often wonders if my mother dressed my in anything other than cowboy outfits. The picture below is one of many examples….
As I got a little older, it looks like sometimes did wear something other than cowboy outfits……
Here I am taking my pet duck for a walk…. oh wait look I do have a cowboy hat on!! While I grew up in a suburban area. Our house through most of the 50’s and early 60s was surrounded on three sides by farms.
So I’m going to close for now. I need to start to remembering those 1950s
P.S. The featured image is another of my wife’s favorites. What kind of parent gives their kid a pipe!!
