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Dave
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Growing up during the 70's on the Harbor

Astoria or Aberdeen

My early formulative years were spent as a flower-child in a hippe commune in Astoria. And even though I was surrounded by free-love... I had this, "romantic," bent, vowing to keep myself for my one-and-only, true love. After my parents split-up, I could be found at any moment in either Astoria, Oregon, or Aberdeen, Washington (or Hoquiam). So, although, I managed to stay out of trouble, I sought out new and exciting things to do to impress my few friends. I think that I may have eluded trouble by setting myself apart from others by the way that I dressed and the manner in which I presented myself. Compliments to my mother, Carol, for raising a son who would always be gentlemanly. Drugs and an early interest in music seemed to gain favor with my peers. As my interest in drugs and music rose to new heights, I fell from favor of teachers.
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Personal Dress Code

My choice in personal attire varied widely. I refused to be seen in Blue Jeans and never wore a plaid shirt. I viewed my wardrobe as "everyday costumes" and absolutely loved bell-bottomed, hip-hugging pants and belled-sleeve shirts with wide collars. Oh, and not to forget the platform shoes. I guess I used television appearances of Donny and Marie and the Jackson 5, as my fashion consultants (sad, but true). I was cool. No doubt about it (even if only in my own mind).
Norman Claassen & Dave

Left to Right: Norman Claassen, Me

Musician and Poet

At seventeen, I reached a turning point in my life. I had written some 150 songs by then and was quite certain that I was famous, locally, but something was missing (like my memory of the previous three or four years). Check it out. People would see me on the streets on a daily basis, and acted as if they were my best friend, but I didn't know who they were. I had girls (beautiful, lovely girls) come up to me bouyantly, but after seeing my look of non-recognition, said something like, "You don't remember me, do you?" Then they would usually go on and tell me intimate details about myself to help trigger my memory, unsuccessfully. Invariably, I would ask them for another chance. "No way," usually followed. (This broke my heart.) So I got clean and started working with Teen Challenge and played in a band called, Ecclesia.
Carpenter's Apprentice

Left to Right: Norman Claassen, Mark Hafner, Dan Mauer, Me
Photo by Mary Lewis

Memories Lost

Although I began to change my life for the better and had stopped taking all drugs, my memory of those years never did return. So I determined to make new memories as I pursued activities in music and ministry. Even to this day, I see people in clubs, on the streets, in supermarkets, who recognize me. They tell me things about myself that I know to be true. Things that only someone close to me would know. But for the life of me, I cannot reconstruct the lost memories, no matter how hard I try. Sometimes, it leaves me empty feeling and burdensome. I fell in love with and married, Mary, and we began our new life together. Anxious to have our own family, we managed to bring our son, Nathanial, to begin his planetary exploration of planet Earth, prior to our first anniversary.

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