Looking in the past

The past couple days and weeks, I've been working on getting things together for a new project. It is called "Remembering Jay." I've gathered stories of my dad and it's really made me think about things. Life is just interesting isn't it. I went through the one box of his stuff from high school- mostly it contained his stamp collection and year books. But I found some great pictures of him and his family. I sure miss my dad. A lot of things that I've kinda been pushing off I finally feel it's time. Like visiting his burial site, where he died, listening to the funeral and getting memories preserved.

Anyone with in the reach of this post please email me (r.adamson@jcadamson.com) stories and pictures of Jay Adamson. So many people must have great stories, that will be simple to write down, or even just pictures are of value. Now is the time, and if we push it off too long it will never be done.

Part of this new project is a website-- please visit jcadamson.com

Here we have several goals for this website. it is to act as...

1) an archive

2) a way to collaborate service projects in Jay's name.

This week we will announce our plans for the 2 year anniversary-- which will include a service project. So wait for that soon!

Here are some pictures I found. More are (and are to come) to jcadamson.com

Evidence of how he obtained his wheelie skills.

If you ever saw him on a bike he usually was on less than one wheel.

He really wanted to be Jim Bridger.

This is my a favorite.

Nothing to do with my dad-- just the fact that it screams 80's.

Just look at Tami's hair.

"J.C. 'after bath' 2 yrs." written on the back.

After going through not only these, but a whole box of them, it made me think about things. Look at how deep his blue eyes are. Especially in the great picture above. I've gained a better understanding of his childhood. I hope one day "Doc" from Back to the Future shows up at my door and I can go back to the 80's and see my dad and my mom. It would be hilarious to walk down the halls of Olympus High in the spring of '85 or 86'. Isn't that right about when Back to the Future came out?

Well - That's it for now. I hope I get 6,000 emails to go through.

Thanks everyone,

Riley

An interesting experience I had last week.

Last week I went to visit my great-grandparents who live in Nampa Idaho. I felt like I really needed to visit them as soon as I could. Possibly just because of the fact of their age- 93 and 94. My Grandpa (their son) and I drove up and had a great time on the way.

When we got to their beautiful house we went in and I got to talk to them. They are so awesome!!! They had such good things to say and great advice. I really enjoyed talking to them. We spent the night there and the next day my grandpa and I woke up early to do some business and visit his brothers. After that we went back to my great-grandparents house and sat on their front porch and had a great talk. They have such a beautiful house. My great-grandma designed it! I talked with her personally that day for over an hour. She was with it, despite her age and abilities. She knew all of my siblings and about my family and asked sincere questions. At one point she said "I think my mind has just about had it, and my body has had it." We talked about all sorts of things, and dispite her poor eye-site she still could see pretty well. They live next to a lake and she could see all the boats out there and we talked about the fisherman out there. She told me how she used to go hunting a lot and was a good shot! It must run in the family.

After that we went to dinner at the Outback. We all had a great dinner. Here are some pictures.

From Drop Box

From Drop Box

I had some ribs, and great-grandma and grandpa had steak and shrimp. Well we had a great time, and near the end, grandma mentioned she was ready to go. Grandpa had me run out and get the truck, and pull right up so they didn't have to walk far. Everything seemed just fine as we approached the house. Grandma was tired and went to bed. After an hour or two she came out and said she needed something to throw-up into, because she wasn't feeling well. Her daughter, Sherron, helped her out. I didn't think too much of it until grandpa came and got me and said they were going to give grandma a blessing. My grandpa gave it and I remember him saying that it she would be ok, and fast. Immediately after she said her hand/wrist area was hurting. They helped her. I was kinda nervous, and didn't really want to get in the way. It was kinda too much for me to see my sweet great-grandma old and in pain.

Then a little while longer Sherron came out and said we needed to take her to the hospital. She took her blood pressure and it was un-normal. (I'm not a nurse like my aunt Sherron so I had no idea what she was saying about the blood pressure.) We got in Sherron's van and took off to the hospital. I remember really the only thing grandma was concerned about is if we were going to leave her at the hospital. My grandpa explained we'd never do that and we just want a doctor to make sure everything is ok.

I was sitting in the very back, with my grandpa driving, my great-grandma in the passenger seat, her husband behind her, and Sherron next to him. Great-grandpa didn't put on his seatbelt because he was holding his wive and giving her support.

We were within sight almost of the hospital and grandma had an acute heart-attack right there. I was pretty shocked and worried. We pulled into the emergency drive-in and the nurses and doctors came and got her. I was right there and saw it all. I was right next to great-grandpa and my grandpa as they rushed her into a room, they tried one time to see if they could get her heart beating again, but it didn't work. I was standing right behind grandpa as the doctor came out and told him she had passed away and asked if they should try further to revive her. They knew it was her time and said no. They let us go into the little room and all the doctors and nurses slowly left. I would have thought that after being a doctor and nurse that you would get used to seeing these types of things. It appeared that they were taking it pretty hard too. I was a wreck.

For about 20 minutes it was just us four in that room. Great-grandpa never left her side. It felt obvious that her spirit was not there and that her body was just an empty shell of what used to be a daughter of God.

After a while more family filled in and mourned. It was a hard sight. Around 1:00 am we decided it was time to head home. We got in the car and for about a minute it was just me and great-grandpa. I don't even remember what we talked about, but it felt important to me and special to be there with him at this hard experience.

I don't know why I was suppose to be there through the whole experience but I was. I now know why I felt such a strong urge to visit them. I was suppose to see that. I don't know why. Maybe it had something to do with missing the passing of my own dad. It was a sad experience but also a relieving one. Grandma was in a lot of pain and was ready to go. I know my grandpa was very grateful to be there and so was I! I got to talk to my great-grandma and grandpa! It was a tough experience, but a great experience.

What would you do?

Ok, I've got a serious question that I've always wondered about...

What if we went out deep into the Brazilian jungle, out in the absolute middle of no where. Thick in the middle of no where there has to be a small tribe that has no idea there is a world outside of their vision 5 feet in the thick forest. There has to be someone on this earth that still has never seen an iPhone, a car, a 2 story building, the wheel, or a white man.

Riddle me this, what if we snuck took an elite force in and tranquilized one of these innocent people, kept them under, and put them on a plane and then laid them in the middle of NYC and woke them up.

What would you do if someone did that to you? What if you just were on the way to work and a "higher being" probably a member of an "elite force" came and took you to a world beyond the stretches of our imagination.

It's going to happen to all of us.

That's what heaven is.

Are there people who have seen pictures of this place, and talked to people there? Can you? Is that a tribal legend, or a reality.

I've got a little story about that. When I was a Junior in HS I had to do a report on a WW2 Vet and the man that I talked to was incredible. He had been through so much. He mailed me the long version of his story and I've taken pictures of it and posted it here!

http://picasaweb.google.com/rileyjadamson/StoryOfGlenJones?feat=directlink