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What joys, discoveries and experiences have shaped your life in retirement? Let us know in 250 words by emailing Share Your Stories editor Maril Stratton.

Bob Loessberg-Zahl, Office of the Chancellor and Provost

Finding a Retirement Rhythm

The Loessberg-Zahl Family

Writing about retirement just over a year in feels a bit like hosting an open house to celebrate the foundation pour. Lots of thought and planning—but the project still lacks a dimension! I’m writing nonetheless because I’ve been encouraged by what others have written—and hope to pay that experience forward in some small way.

A bit of context: I retired from UC Davis a year ago this past November after 30 years of combined work experience with the State and UC Davis. Six months later, my spouse, Linda—a pastor in the United Methodist Church—retired as well, and our youngest child, Lexi, graduated with her bachelor’s degree. We three then picked up and moved from Berkeley to Woodland. Lexi is living with us while working and applying to graduate schools. Aaron, our oldest, continues to live and work in San Jose. Josh, our middle child, is pursuing a graduate program in The Netherlands—and seems quite likely to settle there, immigration and work opportunities permitting.

Lesson No. 1 from my retirement foundation: a kind word from a friend or family member, or simply sharing a laugh cuts through the transition wackiness and sets everything back in the right perspective. Staying in touch has been really important.

Retirement has been great in many ways, some anticipated and some surprising. I’ve started to learn Spanish. Respect for friends who speak English fluently as a second language has grown to something more like awe! I’m tutoring in a local literacy program and feeding my history nerd by volunteering in the Yolo County Library’s Archives Division. As it turns out, I’m not quite finished working either. I’ve had the pleasure of briefly returning to work with colleagues new and old on a well-focused and limited-term project. Nonetheless, there has been plenty of time for reading—I’m currently working my way through Thomas Piketty’s Capital. Other diversions include an awesome illustrated tome on the history of information graphics (yes…once an analyst, always an analyst…) and a 3,000-piece jigsaw puzzle (SOOO much green and blue…).

Unanticipated pleasures have included TIME to more deeply live in the moment. Just before writing this, I went outside to run and was struck to stillness by how the day had cleared from fog to a spectacularly clear blue bordered by the coast range and thunderheads towering over the Sierra. Linda and I have both appreciated time for random conversations—it’s amazing how much there’s still to learn about each other. We have travel ideas but haven’t really been in a hurry to push them ahead.

Probably my biggest transition issue is a sense of lacking direction or purpose in the absence of employment. This is just weird—because suddenly there are a bunch of new choices to make and directions to take—the possibilities for purpose abound! And yet, there it is. Moving off in new directions has meant trying out new things—which means starting from the ground up in some cases and acknowledging that I am “helping out” or learning from people who have spent a lifetime of effort acquiring professional skills, knowledge, or abilities that I don’t possess. I’m finding that new roles mean a bit of stumbling around—with, surprisingly, some anxiety!—and am deeply thankful for the patience and generosity of mentors new and old. I’m still far from certain what I want to be when I grow up in this new phase of life—and admit to having some difficulty letting the discernment process take its course. But here again, support from family and friends has made it all good.

March 6, 2018

Charles Halsted, Professor Emeritus, UC Davis School of Medicine

Poetic Medicine

Poetic Medicine

I retired from UC Davis and the School of Medicine in 2016, after 43 years of challenging and rewarding teaching, conducting research, and caring for patients at UC Davis Medical Center. Prior to taking this step, I formed a men’s retirement group at the Unitarian Church of Davis, with a goal of learning how to adjust to this late stage of life. Our stories and readings re-enforced the overriding importance of developing a challenging new pastime in order to ward off late-in-life depression that often affects retirees with nothing to do.

I had obtained a liberal arts education at Stanford prior to embarking on my medical career and prided myself on the ability to provide accurate written descriptions of each of my subsequent patients and their illnesses. Initially attending a few local poetry workshops, I discovered the Stanford Continuing Studies program, and have now attended eight consecutive and rigorous 10-week on-line poetry courses. My confidence has been re-enforced by publication of a growing number of original poems on a variety of topics in different journals.

Based on my medical career, I have included a number of poems about medical illness and patient care in my growing repertoire. Here is a poem based on a patient I cared for in my outpatient clinic at UCDMC, a friend with colon cancer.

Quality of Life

I slid in the scope past ridges and caves,
along a dark tunnel with purplish seams –
twisting and turning till finally it gave
out to a space where a pebbly lump gleamed.

From the end of the tunnel with purplish seams,
his life would be shortened by bloody ooze
into the space where the pebbly lump gleamed.
I slipped forceps through to give me a clue

from a piece of the lump with its bloody ooze,
which I sent to the lab to find out why he bled.
Cancer was the answer to the pebbly lump clue.
I’d have to tell him now, although the news would be dread.

When he awoke I told him why he’d bled.
“You’ve saved my life,” was his reply.
Although the long-term prognosis was dread,
with surgery, he would not yet die.

To live life to the full was his reply
to the cards he’d been dealt by unwelcome fate.
Though his life might be short, he would not die
till he’d done all he could that remained on his plate.

For six long years he ignored his fate.
He traveled and painted, did all he had planned,
put aside all fears that remained on his plate,
till a spot appeared on a liver scan.

The cancer’s return was not part of his plan.
Chemo became his only choice,
with puking and numbing and further scans,
until I had to tell him with quavering voice:

“No more can be done, you’ve no more choice,”
knowing full well that in weeks he’d be dead.
He rose from his chair and replied with clear voice:
“You gave me six years of life,” was all he said.

© Charles Halsted (published in Blood and Thunder, 2016)

October 13, 2017

Manfred Kusch, Senior Lecturer Emeritus, French and Comparative Literature

A focus on birds

Manfred Kush above the clouds in Costa Rica.

I formally retired in 2002 after 31 years of teaching and research, and many years of chairing three different departments in the humanities as well as important Academic Senate committees, both on campus and systemwide.

But despite a very busy, stimulating and fulfilling career, the transition into retirement was smooth and liberating. I had prepared for this moment ever since I was drafted into a one-room school in a tiny village in West Germany where my refugee family had been relocated after the war. Used to roaming free and unsupervised from my earliest childhood, I developed a keen interest in birds that has accompanied me throughout my entire life. My retirement then finally allowed me to devote myself more fully again to this sustaining interest. I created a large bird-friendly garden on the banks of Putah Creek west of campus that has become a hot spot for local birders.

Manfred Kush above the clouds in Costa Rica.

And for about 10 years now, I have developed an interest and some skill in bird photography. This has motivated me to travel extensively in the tropical regions of Central and South America in small groups of international nature photographers. I have visited remote areas from sea level to near 15,000 feet in Honduras, Costa Rica (3X), Ecuador (2X), Peru, Brazil, and most recently Colombia. The Falkland Islands and Nome, Alaska, are next on my list for 2018. Finding and photographing extraordinary birds in largely unspoiled areas of wilderness and making friends among my fellow photographers from Europe, Canada, Australia and Asia, as well as the U.S., has been one of the great joys of my retirement.

October 3, 2017

Laurie Loving, King Hall School of Law and Student Disability Center

Laurie Loving with water massage client

Activating your creative side

Whoever says they are bored after retiring just isn't paying attention or needs a refresher course in activating their creative side. Since my retirement I have filled my days with the massive number of events just in Davis alone - entertainment, tours, festivals, public celebrations, lectures, fundraisers, volunteering and so much more.

I also started a home-based business where I give massages while the client is floating in my warm therapy pool in my own backyard. I work the number of hours I want on the days I want. The warm water also helps reduce my own arthritis pain; how many people can say they feel better AFTER work?

Even more exciting I returned to the singing career I had given up when my first child was born 40 years ago.  At age 62 I'm singing in a classic rock band, a doo-wop class and with a folk-music trio.  I have 5 performances in June!

So I'm having the retirement-time of my life and you can too!

June 27, 2017

Gibbe Parsons, Professor Emeritus, UC Davis School of Medicine

The Magic of Listening

Dr. Parsons with two Medical Students for the Day.

In the four years since my retirement, I have given "Med Student for a Day" tours of the hospital twice a month to small groups of donors, friends of the university or new employees. The half-day tour starts in the cafe with self-introductions and discussing what these "students" had to do to get here and why they chose us. We then walk through the Emergency Department, Radiology, Cardiology, the Medical School, the Simulation Suite of mannequins, and then into the Operating Room in "greens." During our stroll, we briefly stop 20-30 employees, volunteers, technicians, researchers, trainees, nurses and doctors, asking "Can you please tell us who you are and what you do here?" And then we listen.

Everyone we encounter is a gift--everyone who speaks to us, who tells their story, who shares a challenge, who made a choice, who shows courage, who laughs, who aspires, who volunteers, who cleans rooms, who treats others with respect and kindness, who helps the mentally ill, who helps do research, who is a scribe, who is a student, who is a manager, who is a tech, who shows up, who works with children, who works with the helpless, who found themselves, who came from another country, who learned our language, who does surgery or recovery. No one is here by accident. No one is here without commitment or perseverance. Listening gives authenticity to the speaker. Listening confers an honor. Listening gives a glimpse of who is behind the name tag. Listening is energizing to the listener. This is the magic of listening.

June 13, 2017

Tom Compton, Student Affairs, UC Davis campus

From fitness to friendship and travel

Tom and Mary Jo Compton visit Japan's Mt. Fuji, 2016

When I retired after 40 years in a variety of roles in Student Affairs, my wife and I wanted to continue with active recreation and do more traveling. We knew from previous travel experience that staying reasonably fit is essential to enjoying whatever one wants to do in retirement.

To that end, we joined a program in Campus Recreation designed for people over 55. Our aim was to stay in shape. We joined a group of about 20 people in 2009, and that group has grown to more than 60 today. Classes are offered every weekday morning. We found new friends, and reconnected with old friends in this common pursuit. But we gained much more than muscle tone. We began regularly to stay after class with 10-15 others and enjoy coffee together while solving the world’s problems and sharing stories of our experiences. Soon we found common interests, and informal sub-groups formed. Some go hiking; others ride bikes to Winters once a month; many have traveled together. We have potluck events 3-4 times each year and attendance regularly exceeds 75 people. In sum, we have a wonderful group of people who have become almost family.

In the past five years, Mary Jo and I have visited Russia, Peru, Africa, Europe and, most recently, Japan, all with others from our Fit for Life group. We have more fun than should be allowed and have made memories that are priceless. We have a group of 20 planning our next adventure to Scotland in 2018.

April 18, 2017