I have so many memories of Dad. These are the ones that stick out the most to me when in nostalgic moods. Here goes nothing – ichi, ni, san!
Even as a little boy I remember having respect for Dad knowing that he acted the way a father should. He included me in scouting trips even though I was really young and probably a pest. He worked an extra job at Christmas one year to make sure we had a good holiday. He would let me help him set up and light the fireworks for the 4th of July.
We never lacked for fun activities. Throughout the years I remember hiking through the woods picking berries, having campfires on the beach at the cabin – roasting marshmallows. Dad always made sure his were well done. Going skiing with him was always a highlight and it was always fun to watch him ski – he’s so good at it! I remember him growing a beard a couple times and thinking, “I hope I can grow a thick beard like that when I am older.”
I’ve always admired/envied his physical prowess. Mom’s family would have him walk around on his hands when we would go down to
I watched as he served in the church faithfully. He was always willing and worthy to give blessings. He spoke about his mission – I love the story about his companion that would always fall asleep while knelt during the prayer and how he left him that way one night. He was supportive and reserved outward judgment even when my choices left something to be desired and did his best financially to support me when I fell short of doing so myself.
I admire his desire to learn new skills (which enabled me to pick some of them up) and try to emulate this in my life. I remember him taking piano lessons for a while after most of us kids were already skilled in that way. I would help him as he finished basements, lay sod, put in a mud room, improvised a tree swing, composted and gardened, and tended the yard.
He is the funny daring leader, who points out scenery with his middle finger while driving up a mountain, who owns Japanese shoes that fit his feet like a glove (and would let us wear them!), who calls milk gyunyu, buys antique cars on a whim, loves showing us his slides, and does finances on a card table while watching a movie.
But, he is still wonderfully human. He experiences fear and grief in the face of tragedy, but hides disappointment when turned down to go on a walk. He can get angry with unruly children yet kisses those same children before bed each night and while tucking them in utters the Japanese phrase, “Oya suminasai,” bouncing them at the same time. He sometimes plays games against his will then treats us all to ice cream a little later.
I have his name and have passed on his name to my son in honor of him and his father who raised him. I hope to live up to this name and continue the legacy of honesty and integrity.
-Thomas Charles Perry