The Watershed Years
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Mark O. Decker
The years 1973–1975 are included in Volume 2. These years were full of wide-ranging emotion, and these were very busy times. Mark married the love of his life, Molly McEwan, was working in the White House for Presidents Richard Nixon and Gerald R. Ford, and was still reeling from the tragedy of the Kent State University shootings, where the Ohio National Guard shot thirteen students—four of them were killed. Mark was a junior at Kent State when the shootings took place, and one of the four students killed, Sandy Scheuer, was a friend. He lost his father, Miles Burris “Bud” Decker, in January 1975, to cancer, at the early age of sixty-three. His dad included Mark in many of his activities, such as hunting, fishing, golfing, and wildcatting (oil well drilling). Vietnam was raging and an open wound that created enormous disagreement, personal and family friction between parents of the “greatest generation” who fought and won World War II and children who were college-age being sent to Vietnam. The Watergate debacle was an experience every day for all Americans, especially those who lived in Washington, DC, and most especially for those who worked in the White House for President Nixon. Mark also started law school while working full-time during this period, graduating in 1977 with a JD from George Mason University School of Law. Molly and Mark were there together as Watergate all unfolded. That was quite an experience for two young people in love. Molly spent several years working in the Senate during this period. First for the presidential campaign staff of Lloyd Bentsen (D-TX) and then for Senator Gaylord Nelson (D-WI) and then for the chairman of the Senate Committee on Small Business. Mark noted, “It was a different Washington then. Much more collegial, much less adversarial. A happy town, and both the White House and Congress were respected much more than today.”
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watershed5interiorimageauthorworkingoncouch.jpgback%20cover%20copy.jpgAlways We Want More
1-3-1984
To hear, in the winds,
The sounds of riches,
Is to begin wanting,
Aching for more wealth,
More riches.
But, then again,
What are riches to a man
Who has everything;
All, at least, that is important.
They, those temporal riches,
Are nothing; mean nothing; they add nothing.
Mere specs of sand
In the proverbial hourglass of time.
Only the fool abandons his real treasures,
Of family, health, hearth and home,
In pursuit of a shiny, glittering promise, an envy;
Especially, a promise not in harmony
With his, or her, nature.
back%20cover%20copy.jpgThe Old Man Cracks Down
1-3-1984
Have I been saying
That winning isn’t everything;
Lipping philosophic crap.
Where was my head?
My son heard it and reminded me.
Winning is important, too; and,
I feel like I’ve been unsuccessful a lot;
I am tired of losing;
Losing gets old, and unlike wine,
Does not improve with age;
Does not improve one’s disposition,
Or one’s position in the climb up the ladder.
So, 1984, is full of resolutions
Few of which I will keep;
But, underlying them all is one that I will;
Is a return to winning; being victorious
With Teddy Roosevelt-like determination,
William Buckley-like intellect,
Mark Twain-like savvy;
Hey, 1984, I’m coming on like gangbusters;
The real resolution in 1984, is determination
The resolve to win, again.
back%20cover%20copy.jpgA Song
1-13-1984
Sitting, singing in my heart;
Life has been good to me, now;
Has been bad to me at times;
But, honestly, I mostly always deserved what I got;
I’ve gotten some of the worst, and a lot of the best.
The heavens have looked kindly
On this poor soul, who is not poor anymore.
I have all, everything, in life that has meaning;
Molly, and a family, that I love;
A job, that I like;
Friends, adventure in Washington, DC;
A pocket full of jingle, and happy memories.
I am pursuing that elusive rainbow;
I know it will shine, when I get there.
Sending out a big ‘ol Woodsfield howdy
to folks;
To this world I love, and the people in it;
I’ll expect to see you all in heaven;
Our problems are feeble excuses for failure; and
We are going to win a few from this day forward.
back%20cover%20copy.jpgNostalgia
1-17-1984
There are times when I want to go back to the shady lanes and quiet streets,
Where I grew up and grew out;
Where the farm ponds and hard-working folk, with family, meet frequently.
Woodsfield is a place where your neighbors are teachers, janitors, doctors, car
Salesmen, insurance agents, judges and factory workers;
I miss, and love, the people there – that is my homesickness;
But, all relationships change with time;
My favorite coach is no more and hasn’t been for quite a while;
Educators, Bob and Nedra LaCroix, warm, country-rich people, are gone.
Just memories of a warm, faith-rich father; an ornery, free and fun-loving mother;
Hills and dales, rick fields, farms and streams, beauty abounding in a desolate area;
A yearning deep, deep, inside that makes me feel small and irrelevant
Compared to some of the great people I have known, great places I have seen;
It’s more than a yearning – it’s a vacuum, an empty, un-fillable space
No matter how much love, and kindness, or blessings I shovel into it.
How do you replace the Bullock’s, Capel Matz, Homer, Jahoody
, Dale McConnell,
Wayne Harper, Jim Helbling, Mike Mercer, Coach Burton, Choc, Belle-of-the-Ball,
Ping-pong, little league baseball and championship basketball?
I was not very political, but loved popularity contests;
All this flood of thought from looking at the picture of Woodsfield
Taken from an airplane.
Watershed12interiorimagetheartistssurgehandwritten.jpgback%20cover%20copy.jpgThe Artist’s Surge
1-24-1984
Is it an artist that feels a surge of life;
A surge, that overwhelms,
Runs the full range of emotion and experience;
An awareness, so powerful that one must stop,
Dead in one’s tracks, to take stock of the situation.
As a writer, I put words to it;
The artist grabs it, nourishes it with thought;
With presence of mind.
The artist strokes the surge
To give it shape and meaning,
Glorify and clarify, its possessive nature;
Turn it inside-out; outside-inward,
Depending on the intent and medium the artist uses.
I believe the deist, in us all, aligns us with nature,
Just as the catholic, in us all, aligns with God.
The melding of the two is the art of religion.
Art is a joy, discovered, and
It’s cultivation, the artists gift.
back%20cover%20copy.jpgThe Coaster Ride
2-6-1984
Life is a roller coaster ride;
Climbing, slowly, to the peak;
Then, dropping like a stone,
Zooming around a bend;
At last, a breath, a straight stretch to glide
Before the climb back up to the crest,
A rapid fall back down;
Then, the final smooth coast to a stop.
Feelings of exhilaration, excitement, fear;
An emptiness in your gut, your stomach,
Like when someone close, is not near.
Today, is like a coaster ride;
I’m up, I’m down;
Around, inside, sideways, outside.
Molly and Susan are heading west;
Mark and I will not be with them.
So, I’m crouching down, and feeling low;
But, also excited that the sooner they go
The faster they return to our embraces;
The speedier you are back, with all your graces.
back%20cover%20copy.jpgThe Pain of Parting
2-6-1984
The pain of parting is immense;
It is intense.
I feel hapless, hopeless and dense;
Thick, inside, like having over-eaten a huge meal;
Pulled-down, dragged-out, drawn;
This is real, this sense of longing to be where you both are.
I’m singing that sad old tune, Smoke Gets in Your Eyes
;
I feel down, outcast, bereft, alive, but
With flu-like symptoms.
It is because, this morning, you left;
There is something in the air, that permeates the whole affair.
It’s like the blues after a successful board meeting;
Two days in Church, my first confession;
The winter’s paucity.
I’m not exactly sure what it is right now;
All I know is that it hurts, and it’s deep;
It’s with me when I sleep.
This day is like the day at Kent,
From class-to-class I went; in the pouring, cold rain; and,
In between, I had to stop at every dorm that had a pot
;
The flu had a grip on me;
The whole scene held me down.
Yesterday, I was up, today, I’ve got a frown.
back%20cover%20copy.jpgThe Turning Point
2-24-1984
The turning point is here; it came.
I look at all life’s gifts, treasures, and pleasures;
I have them all, and they are nice; but,
All pale in comparison to Molly, Mark and Susan;
So rich am I, yet I feel poor, and ragged, and used;
Like one of Pavlov’s dogs.
My head spoke to me about this whole thing just now;
It told me this was simply false, some peculiar martyrdom.
I have been feeling sorry for myself,
Moping, pouting and sulking;
I throw myself into a tizzy
Because my expectations are unreal.
I pre-judge people’s thoughts and actions;
Slightly paranoid, perhaps, but mostly the truth is,
I have a deep sense of longing to be