Jeff Weimar:
CLASS OF 1966

Norman High SchoolClass of 1966
Norman, OK
West Junior High SchoolClass of 1963
Norman, OK
Jeff's Story
Of late, so much has transpired in my mundane existance that I feel compelled to update what's going on in my life: First and foremost, Greetings;
A year and a half ago, my brother Bill was diagnosed with a stage III, level IV glioblastoma, the worst of the brain cancers. So I boarded a jet to drive him 280 miles back and forth to treatment. Though burthensome to him, of course, all in all it was thankfully uneventful. His prognosis was initially six to nine months to live. He is currently alive and well and back living in Norman.
I returned in late February last year. Two weeks later I was on the road to New Orleans because some idiot doctor prescribed my Mother a blood thinner, then never monitored its affects. The second day in the hospital she was made ill with a hospital born infection. My younger brother and I switched shifts and stayed bedside with her 24 hours per day. We were both there when she died in our arms six weeks later.
I stayed and helped Greg 'till June when we came up to Norman for her memorial service. I'd missed working for so long at Community Youth Outreach, that I ended up getting a job at a long term residential treatment center for women who were pregnant, had children, or both. Since I am the only male employed there, I am pretty much "Daddy." I work there currently and am blest with the company of 30 women and over 40 children struggling to overcome the throes of addiction and abuse.
Greetings;
I'm currently working for Community Youth Outreach, a non-for-profit organization in Oklahoma City. During the summer, we host 80 children four days per week in addition to those involved in ongoing programs. In effect, I utilize organic gardening as a tool to help kids learn effective decision-making skills, and to empower them to act on (hopefully) well-founded choices. It's fun.
The OKC Zoo employed me for three years as a horticultural technician and sponsored me, along with OSU, to take a prestigious certification exam by the American Association of Arboretums and Botanical Gardens. I was the first person in this region of the country to pass the written portion (about a two percent pass rate.) I had some wonderful offers to take the orals and secure employment, but I took to drinking prior to further testing.
Since high school, I've had significant problems with intoxicants and concommittment behaviors. I'm delighted to announce, I've been sober for sixteen years now.
I currently run and bicycle like a kid and pay for it with constant nagging injuries. I'm unmarried, uninvolved in relationships, read, research and garden. I went through a four year ministerial program from the University of the South in Sewanee, Tennessee. So now, I preach to earthworms, but to no avail. Life's...Expand for more
good and I pray the same for yourself.
In Addenda:
I studied under a Master Artist from The Art Student League of New York for about a year and a half. In effect, I washed his brushes, and stood by in utter shock when he would critique my work by taking the pallette and raking heavy strokes of paint across my finely detailed canvasses. Ah, the throes of a worldly existence. ... At any rate, I did learn to paint, sculpt, and draw. I worked the City Arts booth at this year's Festival of the Arts demonstrating the potter's wheel and sketching. I got a nice new kiln donated to CYO, where I work, and shall utilize a variety of art forms, along with organic gardening, to help the children to develop their abilities to choose what's best for them, and to empower them to act upon those choices.
I also work closely with the Urban Harvest program of the Regional Food Bank of Oklahoma. We are collectively involved in establishing and maintaining community gardens. Some are located at libraries, schools, churches, neighborhoods, or non-profit organizations. If any of you are interested in establishing a community garden, get ahold of me. I'd be glad to link you up and, if you are in the central area of Oklahoma, I can ( and do ) provide you with plants, compost, advice and labor without cost ( unless you have a funding source.) Some of the plants and worm compost are raised and processed by youth for this very purpose.
Military
In "66, Bobby Kerr, Robert Smith and I were going to sign up for flight training school and join up under the " buddy plan." We were going to be pilots and bomb people. But Bobby got drunk with the recruitor and signed up. He wrote regularly from Vietnam and let me know if he caught me over there, he was going to beat me up. Coming from him, of all people, I had to question my moral obligations; were they to further the historical objectives of humankind, or to commit my efforts with servitude to the God of my childhood?
There was, and is, a good deal of overlap within culture and tradition. I was in a quandry, philosophically confused. That, as well, continues to this day. But one day, while feebily, though emotionally, arguing my Republican positions with the SDS members, I noticed a stack of pictures taken of civilians in flight from the ravages war.
Those old religious values had won over my need to be in control. My Dad was a great fighter pilot. When he died, though, he was given a military gun salute, not because he'd been a test pilot and trained aviators, but because he developed a radio transmission relay device for the Mercury satellite. The military had spoken: The greater need was civil in nature. And that was first expediated monotheistically through Moses.
Thou shall not kill. I haven't, and I wont.
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