The Quiet Man

The long line of cars provided a caravan of respect as we took Daddy back home. This was his first ride in a long black Cadillac. He would have laughed at this. Daddy was a Chevy man. He said a Cadillac was for preachers and politicians. Daddy had no use for either.

Daddy was a quiet man. He didn’t talk much but when he did people listened. They sought him out for advice, friendship, and to ask him for a helping hand. He had no use for church but he made sure that we went Sunday morning, Sunday night and Wednesday night. He taught us to be respectful and kind to others and to give of ourselves, to share our knowledge and skills. I can remember him working all day in the fields and then driving fifty miles to help a friend work on his car or take a neighbor that was having a run of bad luck money knowing he would never see it again.

Daddy believed in doing. He was not one for talking. I spent a lot of time with him in the fields and later riding with him when he drove a truck. He taught me about life by showing me and being an example and testament to what he taught. I learned by watching and listening. I think the one thing he said the most was to use common sense.

It has been 44 years since I rode in that long caravan of respect taking Daddy home. I can still see him out in the fields with our old dog and a little boy trying to walk in his footprints. I often try to see myself through his eyes. Sometimes I would share an idea with him on how to do something and he would just smile and say “Let’s see how it works out.” He never said no. He always encouraged you to fail or succeed and take the lessons learned from it. All in all for a quiet man Daddy said a lot.

Point of View:

After we took daddy home so many people have said to me I knew your Daddy and he was a good man. I have set many goals in life and I have certainly done things my way. However, I have always been influenced by a quiet man, a simple man, and someone that always made time to help others. When I reach that long caravan of respect the one thing I would wish for the most would be someone to walk up to my sons and say I knew your Daddy and he was a good man. In life what we say and do is how people remember us. If we help others and give back if we listen to others and help them grow we too will grow and learn. In our business and our personal life what we are willing to give unselfishly, that is what we leave behind.

Larry Tyler
Larry Tyler
I have 40 years of Retail Management experience. I am the person they send in to fix things. Call it a Store Focus Specialist, a Smoke Jumper, an Outlaw. I can work within the system or go outside the box when needed. I love walking into chaos and bringing order. I am not a key word person and my education came from mentors not schools. I believe that everything that we do starts with hiring the right people. Driving sales, merchandising, customer service and metrics are just keywords until you hire the right people. My top talents are Recruiting, hiring, training, associate development, and going into a focus store and turning it around. Most importantly I believe in people and that if you teach them, develop them and believe in them they will do far more than they thought possible.
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Jane Anderson

Your daddy must have been a lot like mine. He saw to it that we went to church Sunday morning, Sunday evening, and Wednesday evening – he had to. He was the preacher. My dad went home 44 years ago too. There was no Cadillac in my memory though. We had two funerals, one in the Upper Peninsula and one in the Lower Peninsula of Michigan and I don’t remember either one of them. I guess I was so shocked that daddy was gone. We leave behind the fragments of what our memories make out of the events of our lives.

Aldo Delli Paoli

When you were born, you cried while all those around you was smiling.
Live your life so that when you die you are the only one to smile while everyone around you cry.

Jonathan Solomon

Larry, you have portrayed, a special emotion on precious memories in a beautiful way. Likewise, when I do look back and start “counting my blessings” I realize there are far too many BUT the ‘feeling’ that enfolds my heart cannot be described. These feelings aka memories have inspired me to be what I am today and will certainly influence my tomorrows.

Johnny Johnston

Beautiful words about a very honorable and loved man whose son seems to have filled his shoes well. He would consider you his hero.


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