My personal blog, 6/15/14
First and foremost, a very happy
Father’s Day to all the dads out there reading this! To those who have their
fathers around, please, please give them a hug and tell them you love them
while you still can. There will be a time when this won’t be possible, and
you’ll wish every day to have one more chance to do so. At least I do…..
Today’s blog is an attempt to
show my respect and love for two men I had the privilege to call “dad” as well
as honor many other fathers I have the privilege and honor to call my relatives
or friends.
Growing up, I was fortunate to
have guidance from two dads…..my biological father and my dad who married my
mom. Not using the most popular moniker of “stepdad” caused a little confusion
at times, but for me anyway, the term “stepdad” tended to create an artificial
distance that wasn’t there. I didn’t care to add “step” to his title, so Dad he
was. So, throughout this blog, I use “my father” for my biological father
Harold, and “dad” for my mom’s husband Cletus, or “CB” as he preferred to be
called.
Both of these men instilled good
values in me and provided crucial life lessons that to this day I am grateful
for. Both had their unique view on life
based on where and how they were raised and I benefitted from having a diverse
point of view. While both shared a somewhat rural upbringing, their paths
diverged as adults. With all the differences in their adult lives, there were
just as many similarities. Both were veterans, with my father being an Army vet
who served in Korea during the Korean War and dad, who served in the Navy in
WWII.
I really don’t want to turn this
into an extended eulogy for either man. That’s already been done, and I see no
reason to change something that doesn’t need to be changed. Rather, this is
more of an opportunity to share a few details about my father and my dad. Quick
disclaimer here….family members reading this may have a different view or
interpretation of what I’m writing, and that’s OK. These are based on my
memories and how I perceived things through my own filters. Yes, I know, “facts
are facts,” and I’m sure somewhere along the way I’m gonna get some factual details wrong. In the grand
scheme of things, it’ll be OK, I promise.
Harold L. Newman, 2/25/33 – 7/2/95:
One of my earliest memories is of
my father driving his company car. At the time, he worked for NL Baroid, which
supplied treating chemicals to production wells. The company colors were red
and yellow, so the company cars had a predominantly yellow body with a red top.
This was in the early 70’s, so just imagine the styles of cars at the time and
you’ll have a good idea what I’m referring to. I really don’t know why that’s
always stuck in my mind.
He loved to hunt, and once I was
about 10 or so, I was allowed to accompany him on some of these outings. We
would hunt deer in the Huntsville, Texas area and hunt dove in the Rio Grande
Valley. When I first started dove hunting, my father modified the stock of a
bolt action .410 shotgun to fit my small frame. Now, he didn’t just cut down
the stock and call it good. He sanded all the woodwork down and restained it.
Years later, my late brother Dennis (more about him later) completely changed
the stock of this shotgun with a handmade version that looked like something
out of one of the original Planet of
the Apes movies.
After leaving Baroid and
accepting a position with National
Lead – Treating Chemicals (“NLTC”), his job required extensive travel. At
this point, he was in the sales part of the company rather than working as a
field engineer. NLTC transferred him to London as the Eastern Hemisphere Sales
Manager in the late 70’s. At the time, I was living in Calallen,
and he and his “other” family lived in Houston. I was able to visit him
frequently by flying from CRP
to HOU via
Southwest Airlines. Once he moved to the UK, though, I was limited to letter
writing and the occasional phone call. Letter writing? As in pen on paper,
stick it in an envelope kind of thing? Yep! Twice a year, NLTC would buy me an
airline ticket to go see him.
My father actually accompanied me
on my first trip across the pond. I met him in Houston (driven there from
Calallen by my mom and “dad,” by the way) and we flew on National
Airlines from IAH
to MIA
on a 727 and then from MIA to LHR
on one of National’s DC-10’s. I can still vividly remember that trip, even
after all these years. Yes, there’s a reason I’m using a bunch of airline
lingo. For one thing, it’s an efficient way to communicate. For another, this
is where the travel bug really took hold of me. Flying has been a passion of
mine as far back as I can remember.
London was, in a word, epic!
Their public transportation is impressive. During one summer I spent there, I
would wake up most mornings, have breakfast, and walk less than a quarter of a
mile to a bus stop. I’d take the bus to a nearby subway station (The “tube”) and from
there the city was mine. I would just pick a random museum or other
destination, and go exploring until lunchtime. I would then take the tube to
close to where my father’s office was and meet him for lunch. One of my
favorite spots was the Old
Vienna Restaurant. Another was Maddox Square Garden. After lunch, I’d
explore some more and then meet my father near his office and we’d head home
together.
After a couple of years back in
Houston, my father took a job with Treat-O-Lite, a division of Petrolite.
This company was similar to NLTC, and it was off to live in Singapore as the Global
Sales Manager. Once again, I had to rely on letters and phone calls to keep in
touch for most of the year. Just as when he worked for NLTC, Treat-O-Lite
allowed me two plane tickets per year to visit him. Yep, pretty much on the
other side of the planet, now…..13 hours ahead of Texas time. I got to
experience just what an awesome airline “SQ” is. I would fly
from CRP to SFO via IAH,
typically on Continental, then pick up SQ from SFO to SIN. The SFO – SIN segment
was 24 hours long, with transit stops in HNL and HKG. These trips, while
long, were always fun. Unfortunately, Singapore’s public transportation wasn’t
as developed as London’s, but I managed to get around either via taxi or riding
with his wife.
His assignment to Singapore is
how I had the chance to also hang out in Tahiti for a week. Our time in Tahiti
was special, but even more so because one night it was just my father and me,
relaxing on the beach in lounge chairs, stargazing and……talking. Just, talking….about
life, the universe, and everything (thank you, Douglas!). Tahiti is
where my interest in scuba took root. Being raised on the Texas gulf coast,
my only experience with salt water was limited. I had no idea that salt water
wasn’t all silty like the Gulf of Mexico beaches can be. Tahiti was the first
time I experienced salt water with the clarity of a swimming pool! We did some
snorkeling while there and the beautiful reefs, teeming with colorful fish,
made me realize just how wonderful tropical waters could be.
After retiring from Treat-O-Lite,
my father and his family moved back to Houston, and this is where his part of this blog ends. I will write more about
him in future blogs, of course, but it’s time to move on.
Father, friend, and fraternity brother
Cletus B. “CB” Burgess, 4/12/23 – 4/28/99:
After my mom and my father parted
ways in the late 70’s, she married a true country gentleman, CB Burgess. They
met while mom was a real estate agent and “dad” was a builder. A new (at the
time) subdivision was established in Odem and naturally builders
and real estate agents must interact. After their courtship and marriage, CB
brought a unique set of values into the family. Being a cattle rancher, horse
owner and general builder, he exposed me to new situations that I had not yet
had a chance to experience. I learned how to ride a horse, work cattle, and perform
maintenance on tractors and various farm implements. He showed me how to train
horses and show cattle and take pride in my work.
This is not to say that I was “spoon
fed” these skills. In high school, I was in FFA and part
of my requirements was to participate in a livestock show. I chose to raise and
show “breeding beef” animals. My first project was a Beefmaster heifer. I was
responsible for taking care of this animal from feeding and grooming to
training it. During the livestock shows, I needed a “showbox” to keep all my
grooming supplies in. My FFA Advisor provided me with plans to build one, and
dad bought me all the materials to do so. One step called for installing wood
runners on the inside of the box to support a shelf. I was trying to nail these
runners in place, and was struggling to keep them in place until I got the nail
started. Dad just stood there, watching me, not saying anything. After almost
an hour of struggling, to the point I was about to lose my patience and start
throwing things, the proverbial light bulb came on. I realized that if I
started the nails from another side, the box itself would hold the runners in
place. Duhhhh! I felt like an idiot! I looked up at dad and he grinned and said
something like “It took you long enough to figure that out.”
“Why didn’t you tell me to do it
the other way instead of letting me struggle?” I asked.
“You wouldn’t have learned
anything if I did that,” he said, “but now you’ll remember it forever.”
Point taken, dad, thanks! And
yes, I do remember! This simple
lesson has lasted me a lifetime. Take a look at the alternatives if something
isn’t working. Such a simple lesson, yet so profound.
Like my father, CB enjoyed
hunting. We got to hunt deer at a lease near central Texas and hunt dove on the
back portion of our lot in Odem. No, I’m not being purposely vague about the
deer lease. I just can’t remember exactly where it was.
When I received my commission as
a 2LT in the Army Reserve, dad was there to pin on my bars. Unfortunately, due
to other circumstances, my father couldn’t be there for that, but this just
shows what having two dads did for me.
His story ends here, for now. As
much as I’d like to keep writing about him, I still have more to cover and this
will turn from a blog into a book if I’m not careful. If you’ve managed to make
it this far, thank you for hanging in there. I’m almost done.
A true gentleman
I want to take a few more minutes
to recognize a few other fathers I know. This is NOT a “best father of the year”
contest, and if I fail to mention some names it’s not because I think
they don’t deserve comment. These are just a few guys that have left a specific
impression on me and that immediately come to mind.
For a few years my late brother Dennis and I shared a house. We did
this both in Gypsum,
Colorado and in Spring,
Texas. He raised two good kids, Amie and Lloyd. After his untimely demise, Amie
and Lloyd went to live with their mom. It’s a pleasure to see them now as adults,
and to hear both of them speak warmly of their father and his impact on their
lives makes me feel good.
While in Colorado, I worked full
time as a medic with the Western Eagle County Ambulance District (“WECAD”). I
understand they are now called “Eagle
County Paramedic Services.” Anyway, we worked closely with both the Eagle
Volunteer Fire Department and the Gypsum Volunteer Fire Department. In fact, I
was a volunteer with each agency when I lived in the respective districts
during my time off from WECAD. The GVFD Chief at the time was Dave Vroman. I would sometimes meet him
at his house for breakfast, and to watch him interact with his three kids was
heartwarming. I could see and feel the love and warmth he had for his children,
and it was always a pleasure being around them.
More recently, I’ve had the
chance to see Kevin Schroeder be an
awesome father to his kids. With social media sites like Facebook, it’s easy to
see what a great father Kevin is. He’s a great Christian, whose love and
support for his kids should be an example of how to be a good father.
A few years ago, Cindy and I were
on the Carnival Magic (or was it the Conquest?) and we watched this comedian
named Mutzie perform during one of the “family”
shows. Carnival has their comedians perform a family show early in the evening
and then an adults only show later in the night. I was strikingly impressed
with Mutzie’s performance, but what really
blew me away was what he said at the end of his family show. He asked for the
house lights to be turned up and then asked for all the kids to raise their
hands. He then asked for all the kids to hug their parents. “Kids, this may not
seem like a big deal now, but trust me, it will
be later.” Wow…..just, wow! After the show ended, he was standing by the
sound booth, drinking a glass of water. I hesitantly made my way up to him to extend
my thanks and appreciation for what he said to the kids. I planned to say just
that, and take off, as I figured he wouldn’t want to have to talk to some fans
between his shows.
Not only was Mutzie warm and
friendly, but as I started to leave, he asked that I stay and just visit a
little longer. We talked about losing our parents and 30 minutes later we parted as
friends. I keep up with him via e-mail and Facebook, and can’t wait to see him
again on another Carnival ship. He dotes on his two adult kids and again one
can see what a great father figure he his.
Speaking of Carnival, I had the
pleasure of meeting Carnival’s Senior Cruise Director, John Heald, when he organized a “bloggers
event” when the Magic came to Galveston. His blogs and Facebook posts are a
delight to read, and the way he lovingly speaks of his daughter is a pleasure
to read. He recently lost his father, and from what he’s written, I can only
imagine how hard it is for him. So, I’m devoting a few lines in my blog as a
show of respect for him.
A longtime friend, Dan Griffin, is another good man who deserves a few lines from me. Dan is a remarkable father to some wonderful kids. His eldest just graduated from high school this year. My heart still aches for him and his wife for one of their other children, but that's all I need to say about it. There's no big secret really, but I feel it's up to them to share this particular story, not me. Hang in there, brother! (and BA #5 is still the best, just sayin'....)
As I finally wrap this up, I can’t
think of a better way to end than give a shout out to one more “brother from another
mother” Andy Scott. Happy Father’s Day, Andy! I love ya, bro!
Until next time……
carpe cerevisi
