THE KID IN ME- BOOK ONE
Excerpts from a Childhood Autobiography by Peter Cluff
Forward
“We do not stop playing because we grow old; We grow old because we stop playing.
Never Be The First To Get Old!”
-Author Unknown
-Author Unknown
I have led a very interesting life, living it like a child.
If this sounds strange coming from a sixty-two year old, please let me put it in perspective. I still do the things I did as a youth with the same curiosity and wonderment normally attributed to a child.
While many things have happened in my life that should have made me like others of my age, cynicism and submission are not part of my character. I still refuse to give in to the disorders of age that sometimes betray me and I will not stop trying to be the best damn kid I can be.
While penning this, I asked myself “Am I being egotistical in writing my memoirs, especially since I am not rich, famous or controversial?” I also asked “Who in the world would be interested anyway?” And the answer blasted back at me “I would.” Yes, I still talk to myself as I did when I was 10 years old.
As to being egotistical, the answer is NO. There are some things in my life that only I know. There are many other stories and events that would be forgotten when I die and my ashes are scattered on a golf course- a very nice golf course please. I do not wish to grow old and die before I tell my story.
If I do not tell this tale, you will not meet the influential characters in my life. If you do not meet them, how will you recognize the signs that will direct you to someone in your own life who could shape you as I have been shaped? Perhaps you already know such people but have not yet realized they are your future.
If I don’t speak of these things, who will? How can anyone else but me pass along my feelings felt, successes celebrated, failures experienced, lessons learned, challenges overcome and all of the precarious steps I took on my journey through life?
I have no grandiose plan that will allow you to avoid my mistakes as you move through your life. In fact, I have this impish wish that you will take missteps similar to mine! You may then look back on your life, when you have experienced enough, and say that your life was very interesting too.
I would be less than honest if I were to disguise some of the characters in this book. You would lose the full flavor of my interaction with them. In advance, I apologize to any of those people still living and to whom I may cause embarrassment. To those who have passed on, I apologize to those who hold your memories dear.
Sometimes I had to cover up the truth by changing names, dates and places. I would not want anyone arrested now after I have been silent for too many years.
And here’s one other thing before I allow you to look at the pages of my life. I have written this in the third person simply to keep you from treading on the word “I” too often. After all, I would not want you to think I am egotistical.
This book is written in Chapters based on themes rather than chronology. As you move from Chapter to Chapter, do not be put off by Peter’s age. In one Chapter, he is young. In the next he is older and in the next, he is young again.
So here is my life in print for all to see. I liken this to jumping out of bed and stretching full up in front of our big open window, only to realize that I am totally naked. Some readers will say “Ahhh. I’ve been there and seen that?” while others will crinkle their noses and say “Too much information!” For my part as a 62-year old, I would laugh at the mental picture this creates, as if I were still a 10-year old.
Hopefully, all of you will find something in this book that you didn’t know about, didn’t appreciate at the time or didn’t know how to handle. You may find the overwhelming message is that you should never grow up too soon.
This book is dedicated to my parents, Jim Cluff and Alberta Cluff, without whom, Peter would not exist in his present form.
I also dedicate this to my in-laws, Jan and Maria Pietryszyn, who taught me what the real impact of the Second World War was on the common man. Without them, there would be no Lucy (or Lucille or Lucyna or Lulu or Lu or “The Hard-Assed Carpenter”) in my life.
If this sounds strange coming from a sixty-two year old, please let me put it in perspective. I still do the things I did as a youth with the same curiosity and wonderment normally attributed to a child.
While many things have happened in my life that should have made me like others of my age, cynicism and submission are not part of my character. I still refuse to give in to the disorders of age that sometimes betray me and I will not stop trying to be the best damn kid I can be.
While penning this, I asked myself “Am I being egotistical in writing my memoirs, especially since I am not rich, famous or controversial?” I also asked “Who in the world would be interested anyway?” And the answer blasted back at me “I would.” Yes, I still talk to myself as I did when I was 10 years old.
As to being egotistical, the answer is NO. There are some things in my life that only I know. There are many other stories and events that would be forgotten when I die and my ashes are scattered on a golf course- a very nice golf course please. I do not wish to grow old and die before I tell my story.
If I do not tell this tale, you will not meet the influential characters in my life. If you do not meet them, how will you recognize the signs that will direct you to someone in your own life who could shape you as I have been shaped? Perhaps you already know such people but have not yet realized they are your future.
If I don’t speak of these things, who will? How can anyone else but me pass along my feelings felt, successes celebrated, failures experienced, lessons learned, challenges overcome and all of the precarious steps I took on my journey through life?
I have no grandiose plan that will allow you to avoid my mistakes as you move through your life. In fact, I have this impish wish that you will take missteps similar to mine! You may then look back on your life, when you have experienced enough, and say that your life was very interesting too.
I would be less than honest if I were to disguise some of the characters in this book. You would lose the full flavor of my interaction with them. In advance, I apologize to any of those people still living and to whom I may cause embarrassment. To those who have passed on, I apologize to those who hold your memories dear.
Sometimes I had to cover up the truth by changing names, dates and places. I would not want anyone arrested now after I have been silent for too many years.
And here’s one other thing before I allow you to look at the pages of my life. I have written this in the third person simply to keep you from treading on the word “I” too often. After all, I would not want you to think I am egotistical.
This book is written in Chapters based on themes rather than chronology. As you move from Chapter to Chapter, do not be put off by Peter’s age. In one Chapter, he is young. In the next he is older and in the next, he is young again.
So here is my life in print for all to see. I liken this to jumping out of bed and stretching full up in front of our big open window, only to realize that I am totally naked. Some readers will say “Ahhh. I’ve been there and seen that?” while others will crinkle their noses and say “Too much information!” For my part as a 62-year old, I would laugh at the mental picture this creates, as if I were still a 10-year old.
Hopefully, all of you will find something in this book that you didn’t know about, didn’t appreciate at the time or didn’t know how to handle. You may find the overwhelming message is that you should never grow up too soon.
This book is dedicated to my parents, Jim Cluff and Alberta Cluff, without whom, Peter would not exist in his present form.
I also dedicate this to my in-laws, Jan and Maria Pietryszyn, who taught me what the real impact of the Second World War was on the common man. Without them, there would be no Lucy (or Lucille or Lucyna or Lulu or Lu or “The Hard-Assed Carpenter”) in my life.
I should explain something at this point. Lucy gained the "Hard-Assed Carpenter" handle when she was doing renovations in the dining room and somehow stepped off the ladder into thin air. The only thing between her and serious injury was the dining room table. She managed to land on it perfectly, fully deserving of a 9.8 in my books. While the crash was large, the only thing she hurt was her pride and the dining room table suffered a small injury when the hammer hit it.
To my beautiful children Christopher and Shannon- thank you for loving me and helping me to remain young.
I would also like to acknowledge the other most influential people in my life:
- Ed Anderson, Golf Pro, who taught me the value of practice and how to laugh in the face of adversity,
- Gordon Wilkie, Medical Doctor, who taught me that seeing small things can make a huge difference in someone’s life,
- Ted Nichols, Business Teacher, who taught me the power of words,
- Paul Feldman, President of Computing by Voice, who is my Business Hero because he can type 160 words per minute without the ability to use his arms (see article in Fall, 2007 Critical Paths E-Magazine),
- Bill & Roberta Boyce, neighbors, who taught me the true value of volunteering and paying it forward,
- Jim Anderson, former neighbor, who taught me what caring for family really meant,
- Stan Hierons, Ray Murley, Doug Cole, Eric Eaves, Barb Crozier, Carl Wilson, Ron Boulter, Wayne Norris, Brian Vasey, Jim O’Donnell, Barb Godin, Alberta Cefis, Ruth McBride, Mary Constancio, Arseniy Streltsov, Daniel Maniov, a few of the current and former Scotiabankers, who trusted in my ability to manage people,
- Ron Porter, Scotiabanker, who taught me a variety of things including knowing your customers’ needs when you build something, the wrong and the right ways to manage people, the wrong and the right ways to balance home and work demands, and how to focus on priorities.
Life and the people in my life have taught me many lessons and now, your class begins.
- Bill & Roberta Boyce, neighbors, who taught me the true value of volunteering and paying it forward,
- Jim Anderson, former neighbor, who taught me what caring for family really meant,
- Stan Hierons, Ray Murley, Doug Cole, Eric Eaves, Barb Crozier, Carl Wilson, Ron Boulter, Wayne Norris, Brian Vasey, Jim O’Donnell, Barb Godin, Alberta Cefis, Ruth McBride, Mary Constancio, Arseniy Streltsov, Daniel Maniov, a few of the current and former Scotiabankers, who trusted in my ability to manage people,
- Ron Porter, Scotiabanker, who taught me a variety of things including knowing your customers’ needs when you build something, the wrong and the right ways to manage people, the wrong and the right ways to balance home and work demands, and how to focus on priorities.
Life and the people in my life have taught me many lessons and now, your class begins.