b. traven is TCP’s co-founder. He is a 93-year-old WW II veteran, who is now a wine grape farmer finding peace in tending to his vines. Traven received a graduate degree in Physiological Psychology from the University of Chicago after the War. He has been a union steel worker, a “soda jerk” when they still had those, a market researcher, and head of a national marketing consulting firm. He was raised in an orphan home after his father died when he was 12. He has also served as an “expert on mission” for the United Nations Industrial Development Organization in South Korea, Chile, Jamaica, and Morocco with AIDO ,the Arab Industrial Development organization. He is dismayed that his country is moving faster backward than forward with these incessant and unnecessary wars. He is sad for those young men who have been psychologically damaged by our wars of choice and those who choose suicide. – Ed.
Do you remember the lyrics and melodies to songs? They often pop into my consciousness from out of nowhere and sometimes linger for weeks.
Bobby Shafto’s gone to sea
Pretty Bobby Shafto
He’ll come back and marry me,
Pretty Bobby Shafto
That song has been running around in my brain for the last month or two. I think it was an old English ditty. Where did I learn it? I cannot remember but think I learned it in elementary school and it always left me with a sad feeling that Bobby Shafto would never return from sea.
That sense of sadness from the song has lingered in my brain for the last few months. Yesterday I woke up and thought sadly of ‘pretty’ David Nussberg who was just a child and went off fifty years ago to Vietnam and never came back. Pretty David was just a child of close friends and I thought that all that remains of David is his name carved into granite on the memorial wall.
I woke up thinking that someone had just told me that they saw David’s name on the memorial. But that couldn’t be since all the people who might have known pretty David are dead, maybe even his family. How sad David’s family was. His father was a university professor and his mother a nurse. We met David when he and his family were at Circle Pines summer camp when David was only about ten years old and our families stayed in touch for several years even, after his father got a position in another state.
Tears came to my eyes as I realized that pretty David is just a name carved in granite today and his very young life was snuffed out in such a foolish venture. Was he killed when he was only 18 or did he last until 19? Pretty David never came back to marry anyone.
Why do we have these interminable wars that have destroyed so many lives and left our nation divided and in disarray?