My father's name was Hobert, but most of his friends called him Hobe. He was a likeable fellow with a sunny disposition and personality. Dad worked a 6 day week but I never heard him complain, he left me with many memories that I try to pass along to Great-Grandsons who never knew him. He was generous, kind, funny and unfailingly honest.
Daddy loved to hunt and fish, it was an obsession. His persistence to catch “The Big One” was almost too much, more work than fun… at least from a kid’s perspective. Yet somehow, he injected the love of fishing into my brother and me. My guess is that my Dad brought us fishing without a thought that it would leave an indelible imprint. I never forgot the thrill of holding a wriggling fish.
Daddy and his brothers and sister came from a very musical family. His Mom and Dad played a mandolin, fiddle and guitar. When we were kids Daddy used to set and play that guitar he bought when he was 16 years old. I remember him playing The Church in the Wildwood so many times.
His garden was another passion. Dad looked so forward to this time of year and planting his potatoes. He would plant them on his birthday, the 27th of February and then tend to them like they were children. Patience and care yielded perfectly formed, sturdy potatoes in the end...just like kids they needed someone to nurture and watch over them.
Daddy also loved to fix breakfast and Mom allowed him to do this despite the mess he would make! His real “claim-to-fame" was his dressing! He took such great pride in fixing it every year for the holidays and the family reunion. He would use the Crockpot to transport this secret concoction to church potlucks, giving specific instructions to whoever was holding it of it’s worth! When Daddy would be lucky enough to get a wild turkey we would have fried turkey breast for breakfast. You might think it wouldn’t be so good first thing in the morning, but if you were in that kitchen and could smell how good it was!
My Dad would have been 89 today, he’s been gone 16 years now. He would have taken so much pride in his Great-Grandsons Jackson, Gavin and Ewan…seeing them out on the boat enjoying themselves and fishing for “The Big One!”