Our Parents
By: Beni T. Dean
July 2002
To all the descendants of Jodie Thurmon Thompson and Emma Aldora Groom:
In case you do not know it, you came from pretty good stock (Scots-Irish)
insofar as longevity, good health, good looks, creativity, musical and
mechanical talent, ingenuity, perseverance, determination, and just sheer grit
are concerned.
Let me explain: Our parents were the children of two Texas families who owned
small nearby farms in Van Zandt County. Daddy was 89 when he died and
Mama was 82. She outlived daddy by almost a year out of sheer
determination, as she knew he would be absolutely lost without her.
Daddy, the third of eight children, outlived all but one of his siblings, and
Mama, the fifth of ten children, outlived all of her siblings. Daddy and
Mama had been married to each other for more than sixty years when Daddy
died. They raised six children, two males (bookends) and four females
(the books in between the males) and all of them survived them. They were
all raised on various tenant farms within a range of twenty miles from each
other in Van Zandt County, northeast Texas. All of the females finished
high school. That was the one ambition Mama had for us. (I went on to
become a lawyer and was the only child of my generation on Daddy's side of the
family to earn so much as a college degree, and the only female of my
generation on my Mother's side to earn a doctor's degree. Helen earned a
pilot's license. Norve became a commercial pilot and aviation mechanic.
Their first child and oldest son died at the age of 76, but as of this writing,
all of the remaining five are well and healthy. (Helen and I have lived
in two foreign countries each, and have traveled far and wide, the most recent
trip being to Argentina and Chile when we went to Patagonia and Terra del
Fuego).
First of
all, as a couple, our parents were as different from each other as night is to
day. Daddy was tight-fisted and self-centered whereas Mama was generous
to a fault and self-sacrificing. Daddy was a sarcastic, cynical,
perfectionist who loved to cuss and swear (to appease Mama he changed "by
god" to "by the godlins", when he swore while around her) and
never set foot in a church. He never kept any dissatisfaction bottled up
inside. He let it all out. On the other hand, Mama was soft-spoken,
stoical, pouted until she was ready to explode, sang in a high-pitched falsetto
instead of crying, used the "S" word only if provoked beyond
endurance, read the Bible when she had spare time, hated swearing, and went to
church at every opportunity. But she was a veritable tigress when it came
to protecting her children or her property. For example: She spied a hawk
in a tree that she suspected was the culprit which had been eating her
chickens; reached for Daddy's loaded shot gun that he kept in the corner next
to the top of his bed, and went to the back door and aimed and shot that hawk
dead before we knew what was happening. We didn't even know she knew how
to shoot a gun, let alone hit the target! This is the same woman that
would not cook a rabbit or squirrel that Daddy had killed or cook a fish that
he had caught.
Daddy was
proud, quite handsome, slim, about six feet tall, energetic, walked with a limp
as one leg was shorter than the other (a congenital defect) and had brown eyes
and dark brown hair. He was almost bald by the time he was forty and was
so self-conscious about it that he would not remove his hat in public. We
used to tease him about seeing a fly slide off and break his neck when he
landed on top of Daddy's head by mistake. He was a neat dresser.
His usual going to town clothes consisted of a pair of khaki trousers, khaki
shirt, brown belt, brown shoes and a John B. Stetson felt hat. He rarely
laughed, but when he did, he would slap his thigh. He had an infectious grin,
and suffered from occasional bouts of depression and hypoglycemic
attacks. (He called them the "weak trembles".) Daddy had
a razor sharp mind and no tolerance or patience whatsoever for the slow-witted
or lazy. He had pet names for all of us, could make a limerick as quick
as a cat could pounce on a mouse, and made up words as he saw fit. Two
examples will suffice. A woodpecker was a "peckerwood", and a
maternity jacket was a "hatching jacket". Daddy was a good
fiddle player and could also play the French harp. (All of his brothers
played string instruments). Daddy used to play at dances before Mama made
him give it up on the grounds that dancing was a sin according to the Baptist
religion of which she was a member. (Her brothers sang in revivals and
other church functions and they were also musically inclined, and there were
several preachers on her daddy's side of the family). Daddy was a
fantastic amateur veterinarian, blacksmith, farrier, and overall had a very
mechanical mind. He could design, make improvise, or repair just
anything, and took very good care of all of his possessions.