Every day at noon when I was a little girl, my father would come up the east steps of our farmhouse. Entering the mud porch, he would drop his hat on a hook, and, depending on the season, remove his wool-lined denim jacket, or peel off his coveralls, or unbuckle and remove his rubber boots, then wash his hands.
When he opened the door into the dining room, water still dripping from his hairy forearms, I would always be waiting. While Mom put the finishing touches on a hot meal, we would sit together in the lounge chair beside the bay windows, which looked onto a big once-red barn that had faded by the time I was born.
A whiff of dust and grease emanated from my father, along with the scent of Lava soap. A baby, then a toddler, then a little girl, I nestled in his lap, breathing in his smells along with his love. I would play with the brass fasteners on his bib overalls, or rub my hand over his sandpapery cheek, or pat his bald head, or pull the chest hair that curled above the v-neck of his blue work shirt. When he wasn’t grimacing in pretend pain, his smile hung open on imperfect teeth, a couple of the bottom ones gold. All the while, the roots of my psyche were burrowing into him, my identity intertwining with his.
My father was a farmer. Such men are often praised as “men of the soil.” But if anyone had ever called him “a man of the soil” to his face, his lips would have curled up and his eyes would have lit with the same amused scoff that crossed that face whenever someone preached religion to him. He did not go in for highfalutin language or high-minded ideas about our human origins or afterlives. He was perfectly content knowing, or thinking he knew, that, in his words, “when we’re dead we’re dead.
My mother, on the other hand, was a devout Lutheran. Looking back on my childhood, I’m grateful that I had one religious and one non-religious parent. It seemed to enlarge the inner space I was free to inhabit. It gave me more elbow room in which to become myself.
My father was living proof that you didn’t have to be religious to be a good man. He was the hardest worker I’ve ever known, honest in all of his dealings, a devoted husband and father, and a good neighbor. He was not “a man of the soil.” He was “just a farmer,” as he often said, and a “sheepherder.” Even though the sheep he herded were his own, he enjoyed downplaying rather than playing up his success.
If there was anything he couldn’t stand, it was a braggart, or as he would have said, a blowhard. From him, I learned that a person who claims to be important is sure to be the opposite. It amuses me to imagine how he would have responded to the blowhard who has dominated our national stage of late. If you’re of a different political persuasion than the one I’m intimating here, no worries, my father’s disdain, and sometimes his bigotry, was non-partisan. He called John Kennedy “a choir-boy Catholic,” and I can’t imagine him voting for Obama, not because of his policy ideas but because of the color of his skin.
I said my father was good, but he was far from perfect. Remarkably, I managed to avoid absorbing his racial and religious prejudices. I guess the roots of my identity were much like plant roots. They had the good sense to burrow toward the healthier nutrients, which in this case, they found in my mother. She took me to Sunday School and church, where I learned that God loved His children equally, therefore so should I.
Maybe I shouldn’t mention my father’s faults while eulogizing him. But like him, and maybe thanks to him, I distrust highfalutin, rosy language. Besides, I couldn’t love him more if he had been perfect. Perfection is impossible. He was just a farmer, just a man.
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