“Life is unjust and this is what makes it so beautiful. Every day is a gift. Be brave and take hold of it.”
- Garrison Keillor
Fred has lived an adventurous life. His family came from incredibly humble beginnings, but they shined through it all. Below, you can read a bit of how Fred faced life with bravery and found victory and beauty despite injustice.
~ Claire
My dad
was born about 1871 in Lebanon. My dad came to this country
with his family about 1891 when he was about 20 years old. He was a peddler who peddled dry goods out of the back of a wagon or a carriage.
Sometimes he would just go on horseback as he traveled through the country.
That’s how he spent most of his life until about 1905.
Since my
dad was much older (he was 59 when I was born), he was not nearly as active
while I was growing up as he had been when he was as a younger person. His
character is still what resonates with all of us as a family. He was very fair.
He would not criticize anybody and he wouldn’t lose his temper. He didn’t ever
use a curse word against anybody, even in talking third person. You never would
hear him put anybody down that bad. That’s what we all just marveled at because
of all the difficulties he must have had as an immigrant. He was a person of
honesty; he believed that your name was everything.
Education
was the highest on his list of things he wished he had, or could have done. He
really pushed us hard on that, “Get an
education. It’s something nobody can cheat you out of or take away from
you. And it helps you deal with life and responsibility.” Of his eight
children, six of us got college degrees on our own hook. We were
family-supported on the little stuff, but we all went to college on either
borrowed money or scholarships.
We had a
guy in our town who had played football and was paralyzed from the waist down
from a football injury. That young man’s father had a business across the
street from my father, so my dad saw him lots in times in a wheelchair and said
to us, “No. I’m not going to let you play football.”
Finally my
older sisters and older brothers intervened and said, “It’s a chance to get a
college education, Pop. You always said education is the biggest thing. We
can’t afford to go any other way except on a scholarship. We either make it
academically or we make it on the football field.”
I started
playing football when I was a freshman in high school. They were smart enough
not to put us up with the big, heavier boys and get hurt. Back in those days,
they used common sense instead of regulations. I had played with my brother and
our neighbors. I was always a good receiver, but some of the other stuff I was
not good at until I got some real legitimate training. I was captain of the
football team, and I was on the football team for three years. I earned my
letter as a sophomore; I was the only sophomore who earned a letter that year.
We won
the state championship in high school and then I got scholarship offers to
about three or four colleges. LSU had always been my choice. I went over with
the quarterback from my high school team, and we were roommates our freshman
year and we played on the freshman football team together. I went into LSU for
summer school and stayed till the middle of the following spring.
My oldest
brother Moses had always wanted to go to West Point, but could not get an
appointment because of political reasons. Our senators and congressmen checked
their records, and my dad had never made any political contributions or played
any politics. The word got back to us, like it always does in rural
communities, that our senator made a statement that was just typical of the
times and of Mississippi. “I ain’t never going to give no appointment to no
damn Arab!”
Several
years later, Moses made the first contact for me to go to West Point. When he
was at Ole Miss as a Company Commander in the ROTC, a professor of Military
Science and Tactics was a classmate of Earl Blaik, the coach at West Point. The
professor wrote to Blaik and told him about me, “Would you be interested in a
kid from a small town in Mississippi?” Blaik said, “You know the procedure. Get
him in the pipeline.”
I left
LSU early, in the middle of the spring semester, and came home because my dad’s
health was failing. I knew that if I went off to West Point I wouldn’t ever see
him alive again. I talked it over with the family and came home and spent the
last three or four months of his life there.
I had had
a discussion with my dad. I wasn’t real sure that I wanted to go on through
with going to West Point. With the stuff that you could read about those four
years, and being away from home – the first year you get no leave at all except
when you went on official duty. You didn’t get to come home on Thanksgiving, Christmas,
birthdays, or even if somebody died in the family. You didn’t get to come home at all that first year. I just didn’t
know whether I wanted to put up with that kind of stuff. And the Korean War
broke out ten days before I was supposed to report for duty. All the news up in
that part of the country said that any West Pointers who had just graduated and
were on leave were supposed to get off of leave and come back to report for
duty. It was just like when we were going into World War II. It was tough
times.
My dad
told me, “Look, I kept you and your brothers off of that football field all
these years. You pressured me, and kept on, and begged saying that the only way
you could get a college education was with a football scholarship. Think back
to all of the times I did not go to the ball games because I was afraid I’d see
you hurt. Then you go and you win the state championship! You’re the captain of
the team! You’re telling me after going and getting a scholarship, and going to
a good prep school at LSU, you’re not going to go and take this appointment?!
You do what you want, but you’d be a very big disappointment to me if you
didn’t go.” Everybody needs a dad with wisdom like that!
My dad
passed away two weeks before I had to report to West Point. It wasn’t
unexpected, but it still was a real shock. Pop had always been the stable guy
in the family. I’m sure it was just devastating to my mother.
I had a
real tough first two or three days when I got off to West Point. I was no
different from 100 other guys that were candidates to come up and play football
for Army. And my first night away from home, a big thunderstorm came rolling
through the mountains. It was a display of lightning like you can’t believe!
And I thought I had seen some real ones down in Mississippi. It thundered and
lightninged, and it never quit! I just knew I had made a bad mistake, but I had
to hang in there.
I had a
good time as a freshman at West Point. I hadn’t made my reputation as a
football player up there yet. I thought I was good enough to be first team, but
the coach didn’t think so. I got up to West Point and they favored all the kids
from the northeast: from New York, Pennsylvania, West Virginia and so forth.
But the next year when the politics were out of it, they were looking for team
players and I made first team offense and defense. I felt real good about that.
It was an
accomplishment just to get through West Point. We lost 25% of our class through
attrition. They always told us, “Nobody gets in who is not qualified. Everybody
who gets in is qualified to meet all of the curriculum and finish. It’s just a
matter of applying yourself and being determined to finish.” All of them who
got kicked out, except for medical reasons, just didn’t have the determination
to stick it out. As I’ve gotten older over the years, I’ve come to believe that
I think that was true. They were not lying to us. Looking back on the people
that I knew who dropped out, most of them had better grades than I did but they
just couldn’t stand the routine and the “lack of freedom”.
I did
feel a sense of accomplishment with my graduation. Everybody in the whole hall
could just pop their buttons off, we were all so excited to graduate. I was
just glad to get out of there! But I took it all in.
I would
like to say to my family and my friends, don’t try to change all those other
people around you. Just change yourself, or your attitude, and things will take
care of themselves. You will have disappointments. You will be treated
unfairly. You will not win the lottery. You could be the best athlete in the
world, and the coach will still play his son ahead of you. There are just some
things you cannot change. Just be yourself, and then think about how you can be
a better citizen or a better person.