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My Path (5) Sociology

In the Summer of 1965, with our son (Dianne had adopted him) now eight years oud and our marriage somehow having survived for four years, we headed for Seattle and the University of Washington,  Dianne was pregnantg with our older daughter, but we did not know that,  We had no plan except that we would stay with Dianne's uncle while we sought houising and workand i would start graduate school in sociology with the beginning of the next quarter.  Her uncle was dying of cancer, but no one knew that..

I found and quickly lost a couple of low-pay jobs.  Dianne was hired by the State  of Washington and began to work as a hospital social worker.  I finally got a job as a private security guard.  We moved into a very small apartment, a studio apartment overlooking the eastern shore of Lake Washington and i started Fall quarter.  I got no help from the University that first quarter; i had been out of school for seven years and had  to prove myself.  Security allowed me plenty of time for study ; i could study all night while "working."  Dianne was very good at her job and she enjoyed doing it.  When the baby came due her employers were happy to give her the time she needed.

She made friends at work and i made friends at school and  occasionally Dianne liked my friends and i liked hers.  Our best friends were a couple who lived in our apartment complex.  Later we shared a house at the foot of Catital Hill.  Ruth took care of our kids and the four of us visited and socialized a lot.  They remained our friends for many years.  They eventually were divorced and Ruth died way too young.

I got a research gig out of Northern State Hospital interviewing former patients of an experimental cognitive therapy  which seemed to greatly reduce rehospitalization rates while keeping  the initial hospitalization very short.  All patients admitted from a single county who were neither alcoholic nor demented were treated through this program.  I was to help evaluate the success of the propram.  If i had  extra time or needed extra money i could still take shifts at the security company.  At the end of the second quarter, i was offerec research and teaching assistantships.

In a less patriarchal society, or if i had been a lot more mature.  We might have stayed in Seattle.Dianne would have obtained advanced degrees in social work and risen to prominence as a  social worker.  I might have gone on for a Phd while being a  stay at home dad for our two children, perhaps eventually becoming a sociology instructer in the Puget Sound area.  I could not find a job in the Seattle area; i wanted to start "supporting my family."  So i accepted a position as Instrtuctor in Sociology at Boise College, which had been a successful Junior College for over thirty years, and had just graduated its first senior class.  I  would teach there for the next thirty-four years.

I now saw the world through the eyes of a Sociologist.  I did not realize that i still had the heart of a religious person.  I wore agnosticism casually but i was  enough of a materialist to be appreciative of Marx and the Frankfurt Scholars.  The older faculty had been trained at the Universityof Chicago under Robert Park, George Herbert Mead. and Herbert Blumer.  They were my role models, and that "third rail" of sociological theory was beginning  to be supplement by phenomenological and existentialst thought comingin from  Europe..  IO believed in a substantial world, but also that all that is solid could melt into air.  I guessed. i hoped, that the underlying reality was not force nor necessity.but something else.

                                                      A score board
               Inning          1     2     3     4     5     6     7     8     9    Final
              Realists         2    1     1     1     4     2     1     3     1       16
              Idealists        0     0     0     0    0     0     0     0     0      100

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Sep. 17th, 2015 03:24 am (UTC)
Your score-board made me smile! (though I didn't actually follow the scoring. :)
Sep. 17th, 2015 03:39 pm (UTC)
It made me smile also. That's why i posted it.

It puzzles me also. Here are some ideas about i think it means.
1) Realists and idealists are not playing the same game; thus the scoring systems will be different.
2) As they say on the tV show, "Who's Line is it Anyway?, points will be awarded but points don't matter.
3) Sometimes i feel like i'm losing almost every round but winning the fight.
Sep. 17th, 2015 04:07 pm (UTC)
Those who do not compete may find the greatest success.
Sep. 17th, 2015 05:53 pm (UTC)
You Taoist, you. :)
Sep. 17th, 2015 06:36 pm (UTC)
Sep. 18th, 2015 12:28 am (UTC)
:) No.3 is good to hear.
Sep. 17th, 2015 10:44 am (UTC)
It is very interesting for me to follow your journey. I had no idea you were a Sociologist.
Sep. 17th, 2015 03:39 pm (UTC)
:) I taught it anyway.
Sep. 17th, 2015 12:40 pm (UTC)
Just one underlying reality? :D
Sep. 17th, 2015 03:41 pm (UTC)
I don't know.
I think "yes"
How can there be two non-dualities?
Sep. 17th, 2015 04:07 pm (UTC)
You Platonist, you. :D
Sep. 17th, 2015 12:51 pm (UTC)
So very interesting to read this chapter in your journey.
Sep. 17th, 2015 03:42 pm (UTC)
Thank you, Jeff.
Sep. 17th, 2015 05:09 pm (UTC)
thank you for sharing your life. you share in a way that not only helps me know you, but helps me know myself.

i am not good at looking at my life. that's one reason i started a joural again. noticing i couldn't write about my life anymore. i literally feel like a door slams shut when i try to do do any writing on myself. its very strange for someone who used to fill up a 5 subject notebook a month journaling.
Sep. 17th, 2015 06:01 pm (UTC)
a door slams shut
That is very much the way i feel; i think i've used those words.
In my case it could be childhood trauma, or more likely, autism.
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