10 Things About My Daddy
George Frank Ferris c.1942
1. As soon as I could understand English, my dad, who was already 40 when I was born, began trying to infuse ‘wisdom’ into me – some of the points he made and subjects covered I had no comprehension of at 8 or 10 years old. He died when I was 19, but as my life unfolded often I was presented with confusing conundrums and some of his long ago spoken words would echo into my head suddenly making perfect and timely sense, it was as though he was alive and counseling me right then and there on the spot.
16 Years Old c.1932
2. He had an amazing work ethic – he labored in The Texas Company oil refinery in Port Arthur, Texas for 40 of his 60 years. I saw him get up out of his sick bed, smear Vicks all over his chest and nostrils, put on extra layers of clothing and go out with near pneumonia to work in the elements at the plant, no warm and dry ‘control rooms’ like nowadays, this was in freezing cold rain, wind or lightning he’d show up for work. Sometimes when my bride would encourage me to take a day off or insist some other function was more important than me going to work that day, the image of my daddy trudging off summer and winter, rain or shine was in my mind and off to work I’d go. Even still I’ve probably had more days off/vacation than he could have imagined.
50 Years Old c.1966
3. He was a sportsman. He loved games: baseball, basketball, football – in fact in the beginning Texaco hired him away from Gulf Oil so he could pitch for the Texaco baseball team, ultimately he coached all the Texaco plant teams in semi-pro baseball and basketball until the refinery disbanded the teams in the late 1960’s. What’s really nice is that as my own little league coach, we not only won championships – but to this day my old friends from those days will sometimes recall what a gentle man he was, knowledgeable and how he positively had impacted their own lives. The fact that my father is still alive for these other fellows in their memories warms my heart; and his love for sports and particularly baseball transferred seamlessly through me to my sons.
He and I, top Left c. 1970 City Championship Pony League Team
4. He liked the color green.
Sliding Into 3rd Ahead of the Throw c.1951
5. On rainy days he’d sit on our front porch with his coffee and the newspaper and quietly and calmly read while storms raged just out of reach. He used to read the funny-papers to me – Mutt and Jeff was a favorite.
We’re a Baseball Family – His Glove and Mine and My Son’s Along With Some Balls that Marked Significant Events in Our Little Lives
6. He indulged my curiosities – even when I completely dismantled our lawnmower and he had to buy another one so we could mow. Also, we had a push type reel mower that had to be mastered by the child before moving to the motorized version. Helped me learn work and endurance. And Dad, I’m still sorry about the chemistry set ‘incident’, I’m glad the whole garage didn’t explode and burn down. You know, I never allowed my boys to have a chemistry set, even though by the time they came along, chemistry sets were little more than glorified toys with ‘salt and water’ experiments not the actual base and pure chemicals my 1960’s version had.
Final Father’s Day 1976 – See “The Face” in the tree to the right?
7. He was a family man – not only his immediate family, my sisters and mom and me; he visited his mother and sisters every chance he got, attended family get-together’s regularly laughed at old times and new times in backyards from Houston to Lake Charles with loved ones and sweet iced tea.
Mom and Dad, Port Arthur, Texas in the 1940’s
8. Nearly 500 people attended his funeral just after Christmas 1976 on a miserably cold, windy and rainy day. When the hearse arrived at the graveyard, I’m told cars were still leaving the funeral home five miles away. It was the first time I realized how many lives his had touched.
Me and My Daddy – Easter 1958
9. He instilled in me that accomplishments in sports, business or any field are temporary and every day is a new sunrise and I must prove myself and never rest on past deeds or reputation.
10. In many ways that even I can’t describe, I have become Him.
Happy Father’s Day Daddy.