Showing posts with label stephen seymour. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stephen seymour. Show all posts

Saturday, 4 May 2019

Stephen Seymour - Lucky Discoveries About My Father


Dr. Stephen Seymour, Olympic champion 
silver medalist, London 1948

(Please note  the two important links listed below in blue)



Just days ago one of the most extraordinary events of my life occurred.
 It was a connection that happened due to today’s electronic age,
 but also something that was triggered by a man’s passion for the javelin.

Kevin McGill received my contact information after reading a post I had
written on my blog See More Worlds, about  my father Stephen Seymour. 
My dad had been  an  silver medalist winner in the 1948 London
 Olympics in the javelin throw.

Kevin wrote me a long letter in which he told me that he had run across 
my dad’s javelin exploits in Modern Track and Field, a book by
 Ken Doherty. He quoted from my father’s javelin clinic in 1949, 
in front of the national College Track Coaches. Around that 
time there was an article on my father in Strength and Health 
(which he is trying to locate). The following quote interested Kevin,
 which was a postscript of my father’s:

“One mustn’t think of the javelin as  a minor sport,
like curling or anything. The javelin represents
 the glory of Greece and it symbolizes man’s search
 for his primitive ancestral identity.
 I can blink my eyes and look out at a javelin thrower
 and see tens of thousands of warriors marching 
across the field and I can hear the voices of antiquity. 
No, the javelin isn’t some minor sport. It is classic.
 It is beauty. It is excellence. It is immortality.”

(Steve Seymour, 1948 Olympic Games silver medal winner
 (Kirshenbaum 1969, p401)


Kevin McGill himself is a former javelin thrower who never
 lost interest in the event in nearly 60 years. He had coached 
at Columbia, and currently  assists several javelin throwers
 in college and high school. Regarding the above quote he writes:

 It seems to me that the current track and field world
 needs to be reminded of this quote, and the terrific 
accomplishment of your father.”

He continued : “He was the first US thrower to go to Finland in search
 of how they threw and trained. I was lucky to find a video of him
 throwing in the 1948 Olympics, in the middle of a video in Finnish
 on the winner. He was already a good technician, much better
 than any American, until Bud Held came around. “

“Here is a guy who basically started
 modern American javelin throwing.
 The current coaches and athletes 
should learn more about this terrific athlete!!”

Kevin’s second letter contained the link to this video.
First, I will say that while in Los Angeles last year, I desperately
 tried to save an old movie reel from the 1940’s that had been packed
 away in a blanket, in my parents’ garage. It  included faded and 
unrepairable clips of my dad. The film itself was a fire hazard and
 had already “burned” through the round metal container it had been 
stored in. The most I could do was to take a video of the faded film,
 and some artistic photographs.You can barely see the subject matter,
 but one could see an arm and a javelin that had to be my father’s. I
 went to the fire department to find out about the danger of this kind 
of film, and eventually a Los Angeles agency came to pick 
up the film  and then disposed of it safely.

The  following link  shows my father at about 4:32
 competing in the 1948 Olympics.


In mailing me this video Kevin writes
“ The speaker is the gold medalist. I would love
 to know what he said about your dad!!”

I too was curious to know, and got in touch
 with a friend on Facebook, Aras.who I knew to be from
Finland! He and his Finnish wife kindly sent me the
 translation of this Olympian winner’s words, which were
 emotional to hear and learn about at this time in my life:

“If anyone can shoot longer, then he should be the best. 
There was a guy from California, Doctor Seymour, who was
 in better shape than me. But he had bad luck. In the London 
Olympic Games the wrong man won the title! Seymour was 
much better than me but he didn’t have luck and he lost
 because of throwing just three meters short.”

I reflected on this comment of the first place winner. It was a very
 different world one time!! He actually admitted to the public of being
 the wrong man! I can imagine my father’s disappointment to not have
 had a “lucky” day. I wonder now if he every was knowledgeable about
 the words of  this winner, I imagine so.I was very impressed by this 
first place winner's honesty and generosity in saying and admitting that
 he should not have won. Times have definitely changed in the world of 
sports, and not only! I also am curious to know whether a painting that
 I found in my parents’ house, a painting from Finland was bought
 by my father or perhaps it was a gift from someone
 in Finland. This will be almost impossible to know.

Supposedly the winner went on, said the translator of the video, 
 to be a very successful actor and singer in Finland. His songs are
 still sung to children to lull them to sleep at night. My dad had
 told me that he himself had been asked to play the role of 
Tarzan once....I never knew whether to believe him or not,
 but after hearing of this athlete becoming an actor, perhaps
 this is what happened to well-known athletes once they
 won....Hollywood got ahold of them!

A day or two later Kevin sent me yet another link. 
This time an even more detailed one, a “guide” to the 
rules of throwing the javelin, with my father as a very 
young man, demonstrating. Possibly this film was 
created by the military, as Kevin wrote. They
 refer to my father as “Captain”. Here is this link:


On a personal note, to see my father, run, jump, throw, and
 to see his facial expressions, after so many years (he died in 1973),
 was more than emotionally moving.

I am very happy to share this story with you.
 For me it is definitely a highlight of my life.
It is also a bittersweet story, since my mother
 just passed away last year and I  am sure she would 
have been thrilled to see these videos of her first
 husband in his younger years. 

As this story proves, even later on in life, there is 
always the possibility to have wonderful surprises
 happen. And usually these special things happen due
 to special people who have a passion for life,
 and in this case,a true passion for sports.





Saturday, 28 July 2012

Ottavio Missoni and a phonecall......

I grew up in Los Angeles. I had a very athletic father who (as I wrote in a previous post) had been in the Olympics  in 1948.Like this year, the games had been in London.  He did track and field, and won a silver medal in the javelin throw for the American team.

We used to go out with my father, doing all sorts of athletic things for fun. Often we would go work out with him at the gym, or do hiking under the Hollywood sign in the hills of Hollywood. We would run, swim, do all sorts of sports. California is a great place for sports because of the outstanding weather. People stay in shape, have fun at doing it, and love being outdoors.

I have lived in Italy most of my life. My father died many years ago. Several years ago, I read in an Italian newspaper that  Italian designer Ottavio Missoni was also in the Olympics. I hadn't known that, and read that he too was in the 1948 games. My father died in 1973, and so the thought that Missoni had actually been there, at the Games, made me curious. I wrote to an agency that I found on Google, a letter that I hoped would get to Missoni.

After reading that article and writing my letter one day  I was in a doctor's office here in Perugia. I was with my daughter. All of a sudden my cellphone rang.

"Pronto?" "Chi è (Who is it?)" I asked.
"Sono Missssssooonnnni"! I recognized the friendly, exuberant voice that I had heard on television. I was totally shocked!!!
"Missoni, how nice of you to call!!" I said in Italian. "You were in the Olympics and so was my father, both of you in the same year".
"Yes" he said, "I was there".
"Is it possible, that you met my father? He was a silver medalist for the USA. He was a big man, he had another friend, a shot-putter. Did you meet them?"
"No, actually I don't remember meeting him. Actually, we were ALL big!" he remarked with a laugh.
"Yes, I imagine that was so!" I replied.
And we chatted a few more minutes, and I thanked him  for the call and we said goodby.

Life is just great sometimes, and often filled with lovely surprises like this one.
Thanks once again, Ottavio Missoni, for this surprise that I won't forget.



The Olympics - and Italian commentators

The Olympics


For me, this is a subject that is close to my heart.

My father was in the Olympics, in London, in 1948. He was a Silver Medalists in the Javelin Throw.
There is a link about him at the bottom of the page , for those interested.

I went to the 1984 Olympics in Los Angeles, and it was great to have the feeling, a little of the feeling my father must have had many years before. My father is no longer alive, but I know he would have been emotionally moved, as I was, last night when I watched the opening ceremony of the Olympics in London, after all these years, back in the city my father competed in many many years ago. (link regarding my father, down below)

I thought the ceremony was stunning. Absolutely incredible!!! I love how history was shown, and how the staging of people, and things and lights was so original and breathtaking. I found it was much more meaningful from other ceremonies I have seen. There was more "soul" to this one, and there was more emphasis to normal factors in our lives, but presented in fantastic and emotionally moving ways. 


BUT....after all of my positive comments, and how I felt about this presentation, I was shocked to hear how the Italian commentators presented the event.

In the beginning and also throughout the whole event (though definitely moreso at the start) there was SO MUCH TALKING, so much explaning of what the public was seeing. The voices of the commentators was in the foreground, and the music and any speaking done by the performers was in the background!!!
It definitely was interesting information, but I ask you, "Is it necessary, it is a positive factor, to have voices and explanations cover up the beauty of the music and the original voices heard, and make one believe that they are forced to listen rather than just enjoy the visual, and feel the emotions conveyed by dancers, scenery, colors, light, that actually need no explanation at all?"

I would have thought that IF someone was interested to know about the history, or have more explanations, they could easily have been advised during the show of a link where to receive this information, but AFTER the show, after the presentation of this marvelous event.

I just spoke to a friend in the States who said that he believe the commentators did a superb job in their reporting. I would not say the same here in Italy!!

This is the not the only time this kind of "jabbering" has ruined cultural events. I have noticed the same kind of behaviour during ice-skating performances, when beautiful dancing on ice, lovely costumes and peaceful or exciting music is covered up by the constant commentators telling us what we are seeing. IS IT ALL REALLY NECESSARY????

Do we have to be told that what we are seeing or who we are seeing has years of experience, or that they come from a certain city, or that their coach.....do we have to listen and not just enjoy the event in silence in order to get into the mood that particular performance is trying to set?

Only after the first half hour or so, did they start to lessen their talking. Or else I was getting used to it and blocking it out in order to enjoy the celebration.

It was a beautiful show, and so wonderful to watch the parade of the many countries, their costumes, their glowing smiles, their pride, and all the differences you could see of the many faces from around the globe. But for one day, they were all the same, all united, all together. It was a joy to be part of this opening presentation, and to feel a part of mankind.


Here is the link regarding my father, Stephen A. Seymour, Olympic Medalist 1948.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steve_Seymour


WHO AM I??

WHO AM I??
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Double images....

Double images....
LOVE the double or triple image maker on my Nikon D80. Just set it, and then take two or three pics.

What's the weather like now in Perugia?

Cold one day, sunny the next. Cold in the house. But we still need our coats or lightweight ones or padded jackets outside. Chilly, and not sunny. I like it like this, no problem for me.