J Christopher

6
year Mo Bro

My motivation

On July 7, 1986, my granddad died of cancer that ravaged his entire body. From youngster to young adult, I grew up working with him on his ranch in Bozeman, Montana. He significantly influenced my life and inspired me to be the man I am today. I miss him.
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http://mobro.co/jchristopher

Donations

$270
Target: $500
J has raised $1,405 since 2011

My Move challenge

30 mi
Target: 85 mi
Early morning walks starting at 1-mile the first week, 2-miles the second, 3-miles the third, 4-miles the fourth and end with 5 miles Nov. 28, 29, and 30.

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J Christopher
27 Week(s) Ago

The handsome teenager pictured below is Ed Enders, born October 31, 1911, in the Gallatin Valley, close to Bozeman, Montana. Ed was raised on the ranch his grandparents owned. He married Ruby McCampbell and they raised two children on the same ranch, affectionately called Sis and Butch.

To his wife, Ruby, he was called Edward. His kids called him Daddy. Friends called him Ed. I called him Granddad and he was my living Superman.

On the ranch, Ed raised cattle, pigs, chickens, a few sheep and a goat named Nanny. Over the years, his companions out in the fields and pastures were four dogs: Tex, Little Dog, Charlie, and Bowser. His favorite cats were a Siamese named Big Boy and a long-haired Tabby called Mouse. Deer and other critters could roam freely on Ed’s land. He took pleasure in seeing them run across his fields.

Ed diversified in the 1940s and bought a truck for long-haul cargo transport across the United States, and drove for BonTon Bakery in Montana.

His super power was endurance. During harvest, Ed would combine for hours after sunset and be back out in the field early the next morning. When winter hit, he worked in sub-zero cold, taking care of cattle and pigs, and making sure pipes didn’t freeze. He warmed up with visits to his rickety old shop which had a space heater that sounded like a jet.

One cold winter morning when I was sledding down through the barnyard, Granddad flagged me to his shop. I walked in with my American Flyer sled, the space heater roaring. He took my sled to his work bench and rubbed the runners with a chunk of paraffin. When Granddad finished, he smiled, kind of mischievously, and took me back outside to the top of the barnyard. He told me to get on and HANG ON. With a push, I was off and traveling through the barnyard faster than I’d ever gone before. Granddad knew how to make a rocket out of a sled.

Granddad had a sweet tooth and judging by the number of candy bar wrappers I found behind the seat of his Ford pickup, I’d say it was a happy addiction. Grandma never knew. It was our secret. He also had a taste for french fries. He bought Grandma a tiny fryer so he’d have them available whenever the craving hit. In his 60s, he discovered pizza and brought home one from Little Caesar’s. It was delicious and was fun watching him enjoy something he’d clearly never had before.

When I was 10, Granddad’s truck was my introduction to driving a manual transmission. He took me out into a clear pasture, the cattle had just been moved to other acreage. He stopped the truck and we switched seats. I started the truck and forgot to push in the clutch, which caused the truck to lurch forward and kill the engine. We spent an hour or so out there and he taught me how to shift, brake and backup. Never once getting mad or worried.

When Ed was 65, he was diagnosed with emphysema. The doctor told him quitting smoking would extend his life. After his visit to the doctor, he came home and handed his Lucky Strike cigarettes and Zippo lighter to Grandma and told her to put them away. He stopped smoking, cold turkey. Willpower was another of Granddad’s super powers.

I saw my granddad cry exactly twice. The first time, after he decided to retire from ranch life, was when he and I took the last of his pigs to the Bozeman Stockyard to sell. He watched intently as they left the back of the truck. A huge part of his life was ending and I could see sadness take over his entire body. I felt his pain. I had never seen a man cry before.

With the livestock gone, the Enders ranch was silent. Gone were the sounds of content pigs in the barn, the mooing of grazing cows in the pasture, the random clucking of chickens in the coop.

The second time I saw Granddad cry was the March evening in 1985 before I left for Seattle to go to school. It was during dinner with my grandparents, a simple meal of soup and sandwiches. I remember it was quiet, nobody said a word. We were afraid to speak. I looked up to see my granddad with tears streaming down his face. He said, “You’ve always been here.” It was true. I spent a lot of time on his farm growing up. Seeing my granddad like this made me reconsider that trip. I was very close to canceling my move and still wished I had.

While I was away at school, in 1986, Edward, Daddy, Ed, Granddad was diagnosed with testicular cancer and it was metastasizing throughout his body. The news seemed surreal. I could not believe it. On July 7, 1987, my Superman died of cancer that ravaged his entire body. From youngster to young adult, I grew up working with him on his ranch in Bozeman. He significantly influenced my life and inspired me to be the man I am today. I miss him.

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27 Week(s) Ago
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Donation received
27 Week(s) Ago
$50
from Veronica Rood

I lost both of my dear dads to cancer. And two male cousins as well. Hope you reach your goal! Thanks for doing this important work.

Donation received
27 Week(s) Ago
$50
from Tamela Dunn

Donation received
27 Week(s) Ago
$50
from J Christopher

I'm happy to donate! Men's healthcare is so important and shouldn't be overlooked. Take care. Stay healthy. Hugs to you.

Me.

Donation received
28 Week(s) Ago
$50
from Dave Dunn

I am proud to be your father and proud of the man you have become. Granddad was part of all our lives and influenced our lives in one way or another. I miss him too.

Donation received
28 Week(s) Ago
$50
from Mary Elizabeth Dunn

Jim, I am so proud of he man you have become and I know that Granddaddy was a great part of this molding you into the man you are. He would be proud of you too. Love, Mom

I walked 3 mi
27 Week(s) Ago

Was it dark out this morning? Yes. Was it raining? No. Was it cold? Why, yes. Yes, it was. Because I'm a big coward when it comes to cold, I stayed in bed until 6ish and then went for my walk. I don't think it was much warmer, about 42 degrees. The cold didn't seem to affect the bunnies.

I walked 3 mi
27 Week(s) Ago

5 AM is the best time to walk. No, really. The moon is shining. Stars are twinkling. Very little traffic, I think I counted four cars. Every once in a while, there's wildlife, bunnies mostly. It's me and music to help pass the time and to keep me motivated.

I walked 3 mi
27 Week(s) Ago

Today begins a week of early morning 3-mile walks.

I walked 21 mi
27 Week(s) Ago

To date, I've walked 21 miles. Starting tomorrow, I'll bump it up to three miles per day.

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