Eickhaus

an experiment in communication....for family and friends of our blog to "keep in touch" and provide pictures and information about the latest and greatest adventures of Eickhaus. Also see http://trees.ancestry.com/pt/person.aspx?tid=831833&pid=-2042210641&pg=0

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Year 4 - where does the time go?

I am in my 4th year Teaching Science at CMJH. I think I might just make it to my goal of 10 years there!

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Been away a while

I don't post on here often, but every once in a while, it is nice to go back and reflect on years of thoughts, pictures and memories. A lot of water has gone under the bridge, so to speak, in the last decade.

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Eight years

Eight years ago today was the last time I saw my Dad alive. It snowed the next day, and I believe he passed away sometime late that night. The week of parent conferences will never be the same for me, and when the weather changes in the fall, it is always a reminder.

Friday, December 26, 2014

A Different kind of Christmas

Normally, we celebrate Christmas for several days in a row. It begins with Christmas Eve services at church, some kind of food, usually finger foods, at our house, then all the festivities of Christmas morning. Then a lunch with a Honeybaked ham and the local family all gathered around. Then comes Christmas, Day 2, when Grandma Becky arrives, bearing gifts and lots of fun for both grandchildren and adults. This year is very different,m though, because Becky suffered an accident three weeks ago that left her with a broken shoulder, and unable to fly here. So, we decided my wife should go there to see what help and company she can be to Becky. Strangely quiet here. Hopefully, this is not a sign of things to come.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

7 years in Heaven

Seven years ago this week, my Dad was recalled by his Maker. Still miss him and think of him almost every day, especially when parent-teacher conference time rolls around.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Happy Birthday, Dad

Today would have been my Dad's 78th birthday. I though for sure he'd still be here until he was 80, because he was tough like that. But, then, nobody really gets to call their home-going day. And he wasn't exactly on a healthy diet, and never quite quit smoking, except for those 5 months after his bypass at age 60, which he only survived by a miracle. I haven't done much better in that regard, except for avoiding all things smoking related. A month before he left for his Heavenly Home, his old high school friend and Marine Corps buddy, George came for a visit, and they drove to the top of Pikes Peak! I miss my old man, the engineer, DIYer, perpetual farm boy, and Marine very much, especially in the fall...Semper Fi and enjoy your much earned home in Heaven. See you there when the time is right. Wish I could fill the hole left in our family.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Happy Birthday, Dad

It has been 5 years since I last celebrated anything with you. You are missed, by both me, Lori and the kids.

Sunday, October 02, 2011

Ever wondered? Or how to rejoice in a broken foot!

Well, once again we are in recovery mode, and God is, as always, ever faithful!

On September 11, at about 6:30 in the evening, I took a big spill while walking the dog with Lori. We do not have sidewalks in our neighborhood, so we were walking along the gutter down a hill on Parkview. We came to s apot where the cement was cracked and had fallen about 2 inches. I mistepped and rolled my left foot, and I immediately knew it was broken. In a knee jerk reaction to the pain in my left foot, I shifted my weight and ended up going down on my right knee and elbow, tumbling into the busy street.
Almost before I had even stopped tumbling, two people driving by in a black Lexus SUV stopped an offered help. These angels/neighbors identified themselves as Charles and Zoe, as I recall, and they gave me a lift home, which was several blocks away.
I felt bad getting into their car with my bleeding right knee, but I could not walk on my left foot, so I was grateful they had come along. About an hour later, Lori was checking me in to Memorial Urgent Care, where they diagnoses a broken foot and a sprained right wrist and elbow.
God faithfulness did not end with providing me with caring support right from the moment of my fall, however. I have had terrific care all along from my friends at Skyway, my loving wife, my kids, and some good doctors. I ended up having to ave surgery to put in 5 screws to rebuild my foot. Now, three weeks later, I am able to walk on it, and have resumed my teaching duties both at school and church. I actually only took 3 days off school to deal with it for surgery and recovery.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Space Out like a Rocket Boy


Last month, from June 16-20, I was priviledged to attend Teacher Space Academy in Huntsville, AL. I made a lot of new friends, including a couple from China, India and even one from England. I learned a bit about being a teacher in other countries adn cultures, and I learned a lot about teaching lessons about Space. We mourned the impending end of the Space Shuttle Program together, and I thought a lot about my Dad, a veteran of the aerospace industry, who would've loved hearing about every minute of my training. We were taught many things to stimulate our students interest (the Mars generation, we were told) in STEM ( Science, Technology, Engineering & Math. Days were long, beginning with a bus ride to breakfast at 7 a.m., and ending (most days) after 9 p.m. with a bus ride back to the Charger Village dorms at U of A. In between were hours of classes, simulations, and astronaut like training experiences. We even got to "crash" a helicopter into a lake and practice getting out of it from underwater to be rescued.
I got to meet Homer Hickam, a hero of mine (and my Dad's) and I got to meet several other space "celebrities". I even got to eat dinner with Mr. Hickam beneath a Saturn V Rocket in the US Space & Rocket Center.

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Wednesday, June 08, 2011

20 years ago Mom went Home....



My life changed in some profound ways 20 years ago this very night. There are images burned in my brain that I can never erase.
For one thing, it was a Saturday night. The movie City Slickers had just opened a night or two before. My buddy Tim and I went to see it as part of our dudes night out. I also asked him to be one of my groomsmen in my upcoming wedding that night.

I was living at home with my parents at that point, trying to afford and survive student teaching, and subbing to make a little money on the side when I could. I was about to start a new summer job the following Monday. But a lot of things were about to change.

When I arrived home that night, about midnight, the house was all lit up. My parents never stayed up that lae, I thought, so something must be wrong. I imediately thought of my Dad, who had suffered a heart attack 10 years earlier, and my own heart started pounding.

Then I got inside to find furniture pushed up against the wall, towels, needle caps, papers and other trash on the living room floor, and thought my worst fears were realized. As I ran into the kitchen to look at the corner of the table, a place we often leave notes, I was shocked to see my Dad's writing there. "Meet me at St. Jo's" it said.

I quickly locked the house up and headed to the hospital, which was less than 2 miles away, knowing it had to be my mom, and not my dad that had had some sort of medical crisis. I was at the hospital, parked and inside in less than 10 minutes.

As soon as I mentioned my parents names to the nurse at the desk, it hit me. Things were bad. They wouldn't tell me anything, just asked me to come to a room in the back.

There, a doctor and a chaplain asked me some questions, and then explained that my mom was in a coma. "How did this happen?" I asked. "Where's my dad?" They didn't answer me right away, but made me sit there a few minutes longer, and told me someone would be by to take me to them. They told me my mother was being transfered form the ER to the ICU. Soon,a nun came and took me into another part of the hospital.

There, I found my father, sitting with a police officer, who had been having a conversation and taking notes. I rushed over, and asked what happened. My Dad choked back tears, and said, "it's bad, son, I'm so sorry."

He then explained what had happened. My mother went to take a bath, as usual for her on a Saturday night in those days. Because of her epilepsy, they ahd always ahd an agreement to be sure the bathroom door remained unlocked. Dad, as he had for years would stick his head in every so often and make sure she was okay, and she always was. Except this night, about 9:00, he stuck his head in and found her face down in the tub. She was bleeding from her head, where she apprently hit it on the spigit. I can't even imagine how he managed to lived with that image the next 16 years, but he was tough, a farmboy and a marine.

So he called 9-1-1, pulled her from the tub, and began CPR. He ended up with 11 firemen, paramedics and two policemen in our living room working to revive her. After several mintues, they were able to get her heart beating, and they scooped her into an ambulance and rushed her to the nearest ER, which was St. Jo's. There, doctors worked to stabalize her.

Soon after that, we were allowed to see her. She looked so different, so small, lying there. Her forehead had been stitched up, and she had many tubes and wires attached to her body. It was obvious she was struggling to survive. A doctor came in and told us the latest test results were grim. Minimal brain function, brain swelling, and she couldn't breath on her own.

My Dad had called my grandmother, and she came with my mom's brother a few mintues later. I then called my fiance, Lori, who joined us within 30 minutes. After a coupel of hours sitting at her bedside we all went home, and tried to get some sleep. Lori came home with me and stayed with us through al this. Of course, I couldn't get any sleep, and was up by 6 in the morning. I called the hospital at 6:30, and asked how she was doing. They siad she was stable, and I said we'd be in later that morning. 30 minutes later, after my Dad had gotten up (he hadn't slept much either, of course) they called back and told us her condition was worsening. We got ourselves put together and were back at the hospital within 20 minutes. Lori began making phones calls for us, bringing my grandmother and uncle Lee back to the hospital, and summoning mom's pastor, as well as ours. the doctors told us at 8:00 am that she was howing signs of shutting down. he blood would clot in the tubes, her heartbeat was becoming irregular. Did we want to try a heart machine they asked.

Well, we knew where mom was going to be, and looking at her, it was obvious she wasn't in that poor body anymore. We prayed about it and quickly decided that we couldn't even try to keep her from heaven. We told the doctors no more machines, and no more heroic measures. Shortly after 9 that Sunday morning, with her pastor, our pastor, and a nun from the hospital all with us at her beside, her heart stopped, and she stepped into heaven completely healed from her seizures, which had plagued her all her life.

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