Winter Camping

One of my New Year's Resolutions is to sit my butt down and write a Papa story at least once a week so that I can post it on Saturday or Sunday.


I don't remember too many Christmas or New Years Papa stories.

I do remember going camping some winter and we had to dig out the ground to put the tent up. It was a family trip and we brought along some kid named Bobby something. We were trying to give Bobby an adventure, but part way through the night (probably before 8:00pm) we gave up, packed up and went home.

I also remember my Dad being very proud of a camping trip he took with the troop. I don't know what era it was, but I suspect it was the Bryan Albro years.

The troop went out one Friday evening and nearby a man pulled up with his RV. The RV man bundled up in a parka snow boots and snow pants, walked around the vehicle and cranked up his TV antenna. The rest of the night he spent inside watching TV.

The troop spent the night trying to stay warm. In the morning the ranger came by and told them that it had been the coldest night of the year (maybe much longer) and it was only going to get colder. They decided that descrection was the better part of valor and after spending the day out there they packed up and went home.

The ranger had spoken to RV man and he too decided it was too cold to stay out, because at the end of the day he bundled up again to crank his TV antenna back down. Then he drove off.

I remember my Dad saying that the boys felt ashamed to be giving up. He reminded them that they had camped through the coldest night of the year, and the RV man would probably go home and tell everyone that he did too, but that wasn't camping, what they had done was REAL camping.

First Post, First Father's Day

Dad left us just in March, and I'm not sure I'm really ready to start this blog, but this is my first fatherless Father's Day and I think I have to start this.

I could not name it "The General" because to me Dad wasn't the General, or even A General.  Yes, I'm not taking anything from his accomplishments, but Dad never commanded anyone as a General, and he had NO stories as a General.

This site is a place to archive Dad's stories, a place to let his grandchildren and great grandchildren to learn his stories, and for the rest of us to remember the stories.  To us, he was Honey, Dad, The Big Cheese, Papa, Captain and many others.  His stories were from those times, those roles.

In defference to my mother, Dad's military accomplishments, and the fact that probably the most devoted fan base is his Scouting family, the web address is http://generalcheese.blogspot.com/.

Happy Father's Day Dad.