Here is a piece I wrote a long time ago for a father’s day gift.
I never used to LOVE the banjo. I used to think it
was somewhat corny, unique, but corny. Now it is an
instrument that I am sad to say I have not learned to
Bath time was the best when I was growing up. Not
just because it was another version of playtime with
the brilliant addition of water and bubbles, but also
because it was often me and dad’s bonding time. This
is man time when you are a young boy. There I would
sit, surrounded by way too many suds and a wealth of
bathing accoutrements. Pops would, on the tail end of
bathing, pull out his banjo and take a seat on the
crapper right across from the tub. For those who
cannot share my mental image of the experience, he was
SITTING and not a variation of this word involving the
strategic addition of the letter H. He would then
launch into one of the two songs that he actually knew
all the way through. Hopefully starting out with “Goin
Up Cripple Creek”, my personal favorite. We would
sing, listen and splash to the silly twanging of the
banjo. It’s a memory and a vision that I can see and
hear crystal clear even now. I am now constantly
figuring out how to acquire and learn to play banjo.
Maybe even only if to learn “Goin’ Up Cripple Creek” to
play for dad and my children to-be someday.
There have been two enormously important male
influences in my life. One being dad and the other
being my brother, a product of mom and dad. If you
ask me, and I am biased, I think they did everything
just right bringing us up. My father has always been
my shining goal of how to be as a man, a husband, and
a father. When people see the two of us together and
say I can see where you came from, it makes me
unbelievably happy. I can only hope to ever be as
kind, generous, loving, and free minded as either of
my parents. I love them unconditionally, as I know
they love me. If I could love them any more I would.
Dad…thank you for being the unbelievable man that
you have come to be.
Someday I will learn to play the banjo too.
I have recently begun learning the banjo and can now hack my way through a couple tunes. Sorry Lottie and Milo, this tradition WILL get passed on.