My Dad taught me many things – one of the first things he taught me was the fine art of procrastination, hence why I’m so late on Father’s Day writing this. But along with that lesson, he taught me that when you do get “a round tuit” you need to do the job to the best of your ability – and do it right the first time. Blogging is a lot easier than life – you can have an infinite number of do-overs until the words flow right.
My Dad taught me to treat your fellow man with respect – and that a good business deal didn’t require “getting over” on the other party. In fact, I saw many occasions where Dad did the exact opposite – he saw to it the other fellow got the best end of the deal. My Dad taught me that while it wasn’t always easy to take the high road when dealing with someone you were at odds with, it was always easier knowing that was the path you chose. Dad and I had quite an experience with being at odds with one another back in the day…I’m truly blessed that we worked past that.
When I was a wee tyke, I had special bond with my grandfather. Grandpa passed away when I was six but as I grew older, I came to realize that the things I had so loved about my grandfather lived on in my Dad. I realize now that as his father lived on in him, our Dad will live on in my brother and me. I’m good with that.
My first ever blog entry was back in January of 2009, I wrote a bit about lutherie and Dad then. Might enjoy reading that, I’ll wait.
Lloyd Young McCray was born October 14, 1926 in Louisa County, Virginia. He was a lifelong resident of the county except while he served from 1943 to 1946 in the Marine Corps, and while he was away at school. Dad was a jack of all trades – and master of many – long-haul trucker; insurance agent, service station owner, timber cruiser, logger (woods rat) and steward of the land through farming and tree farming. He was a private pilot – he had a Piper J-3 Cub until the mid-80’s – you can see the airstrip he built in the background of the picture (above). I mustn’t forget – groundhog, muskrat and beaver eradicator – the man was a deadly shot!
Even in his later years, Dad was still very active – ladder climbing, tree cutting – here he’s just taken down the two pear trees you see in the first picture. Mom snapped these shots of of the old woods rat in his element.
Those old pears bore fruit for many years – over 150 growth rings. Like the lines on Dad’s face they told the story of a long, hard-working life. Some years leaner than others, but good years nonetheless.
For those of you that have Dads (and Moms) to call today or any other day – please do. You’ll never regret staying close. This will have to serve as my call home and my card to Dad…yep, I still miss you, Pop. I wasn’t quite done with you yet.
(I’ll be talking to Mom tonight for our daily recap).