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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
Awaken the possibilities … then unleash them. After 55 years of successful retail management, I have returned to my passion of writing. I write Poetry, Storytelling, and Short Stories. As a child, I grew up on front porch storytelling. I would sit and listen to my Dad and his brothers tell these great stories that were captivating, and I always wanted to hear more. I wanted to experience the things they talked about. I started writing at a young age and reading everything I could get my hands on. At twelve years old I started a storytelling group and several of my friends became writers or poets. At 16 I hopped box cars and worked the tobacco fields, orange groves, picked cotton, and spent many nights around a campfire listing to life stories. Someone once asked me why I wrote. It consumes an amazing amount of time and I assure you it is not going to make me rich. I write so that my children can touch and feel my words telling of the ones that came before us and the stories they told me. These are the chronicles of our family and even though they come from my childhood memories and are deeply rooted in a child’s remembrance at least they may feel what it was like in the time before them and cherish the things the elders left behind. I am a Columnist & Featured Contributor, BIZCATALYST360 and I have The Writers Café, a group on LinkedIn that features Poets, Writers, Artists, Photographers, and Musicians . On Facebook I have two groups and one page; Dirt Road Storytelling, From Abandoned To Rescue Dogs And Cats, and About Life, Love And Living. As writers, it is true that we honestly do not know what we hold within us until we unleash it. When our words inspire others only then will inspiration return to the writer. I will spend my twilight years in search of the next story, the next poem, and the next image. I will take the time to enjoy my Wife, our Dogs, and Cats, and our amazing new home and I will always find the time to walk down a dirt road I truly hope is that I never have to read another book on Leadership, be on a conference call or see another plan o gram as these were the tool for what I did in life and not about who I am.

7 COMMENTS

  1. 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.

  2. 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.

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