GARY
WATERBURY
Copyright © 1999 All rights reserved
I was born on January 23, 1942 in the city of Glendale,
California in the Seventh Day Adventist Hospital.
I remember going to kindergarten at Columbus Elementary School
when I was 5 years old (see photo above). I remember being 3 years old. I remember
my youth very well.
When I was a youngster I used to climb trees, climb fences, climb
roofs, and jump off roofs.
I went to John Muir Jr. High School in South-Central Los Angeles.
From there I went to La Puente High School. I spent 1 year there
and then went to El Monte Union High School from which I
graduated (see the photo above, 17 yrs old). I attended 1 year at Pasadena City College.
My first job was with the U.S. Post Office as a mail handler. I
then worked 50 hours a week ( 10 hrs a day ) in a machine shop.
My next job, at Lockheed Aircraft in Burbank was more reasonable.
I worked only 40 hours a week. I ran a computer controlled
multi-axis profiling machine there.
After a few years I went to
work for Douglas Missiles and Space Division in Santa Monica. I
just stayed a little while there.
In school I majored in Mathematics. While trying to become an
expert in the field I studied and studied. I am not a language
oriented person, I am mathematically oriented.
When I was finally able to buy a computer, I started trying to
expand the number of Basic words that the computer would respond
to. This is when I started using a number to represent a word so
the computer could use it easily. I realized then that every
number has a word associated with it naturally. I discovered that
two good meaning words had a same number (there are 2 distinct
codings available) associated with them. So I just started
looking for words that when grouped together made an intelligent
sentence. I put all my papers together and called it The English
Language Code.
As you notice in each number of the Code, there are good and bad
items grouped together. I did not mention the bad things in my
life, but there have been plenty. I try to be optimistic (see
photo above, 1999 age 57).
Discovering all these relationships in the Code really was as
they say trying. As the fellow said, I just have to keep on
keeping on.
HIGHLIGHTS OF MY LIFE
1969 One time, back in 1969, I was walking along the beach, across from
the Belmont Shore library when I looked down in the water and saw a fish swimming
along side me. I saw the fish had a hook in it's mouth. The fish had just stopped
when I did, so I wondered if it would allow me to pick it up and remove the hook.
I reached in the water and picked up the fish and saw the hook went through it's
mouth and came out just below it's eye. The fish didn't wiggle, and I real quick
withdrew the hook. I let the fish go, and it swam slowly away. That poor fish had that
rusted hook in it's mouth while swimming around probably for a very long time.
I felt God had directed the fish to me so that I could help it. Yet I still
don't accept God, because on the Belmont pier nearby, I saw people stomp on a
wiggling fish and try to cut one in half with a dull knife. Plus, in removing the
fish hook, I did not see a second barb higher up, it poked the fish in the lower eye with some blood
and that second barb prevented the hook from being removed easily, so, some damage was done
in removing the hook. This made me very mad at God and fishermen. If in hooking a fish, the line broke, and
the fish got away, that fish would be crippled for life, because a hook would not fall off on it's own.
A fish hook is not a fair, humane, sporting device. It is like some traps, designed to cause
permanent damage.
One of my favorite activities is going to the pier and buying a bucket full of live anchovies and letting them go free in the ocean.
2002.0916 I went to the Los Angeles County Fair and saw The Chinese Acrobats (they were GREAT!!), and Ejection Seat Launcher (a THRILL ride).
Like I said above, I still don't accept God, because, I saw a whole pig being roasted over a fire. And, I saw a nice mother pig and her 4-5 babies
in a dirty pen, and, also, cows being exploited. So.....the Acrobats were the highlight, the roasted pig was among the most low-life things there. Nobody was
starving at the Fair, in fact, almost everybody there was obese. Yeah, God is too much for me!
Today. Another highlight of my life, was meeting and relating to many people and dogs and cats and other animals who have since died. I never realized how
much enjoyment they gave me, until now. I miss being with them. I miss talking with them, and laughing with them.
I just plain enjoyed their company. Yeah, 'tomorrow' has come, and God has changed things. I have to say it again: God is too much for me! At 61 I am soft
and sentimental. I would like to keep the flowers and animals and people alive. I would like to make
memories permanent, happy and pleasant. Heck, I want all the good and none of the bad.
