“C’mon, Richard! There’s work to be done.”
– Loren F. Stark, my grandfather, born today in 1901
He’d have been 112 today.
He was my grandfather. He was Mom’s dad, but he was my dad’s dad, too, in many ways. Dad’s dad was — well, we’ll just say he was “no prince,” and leave it at that. “Starky,” (as everyone knew him) would offer the admonishment above to Dad every day. Every day. About two hours earlier than Dad wanted to hear it.
You see, Dad raised beef cattle. Not dairy cattle. There were two reasons for that. One, after having to milk cows twice a day until he was 18, he wasn’t a fan of the gig. Two, beef cattle require that you feed them. At some point in each day. Not precisely at 5 AM and 5 PM every day. Dad, you see, liked his mornings to begin a little later in the morning than Starky liked his mornings to begin.
But, every morning, at about 6:45 AM, the Oldsmobile would turn in to the driveway. “C’mon, Richard! There’s work to be done.”
It was how he was wired. And, once the doctor’s told him he couldn’t help Dad on the farm anymore, he was gone within a few weeks.
He didn’t have a bully pulpit or a platform from which to speak (or blog). He didn’t have much education, and his resume consisted of more sweat than equity. He upset some people. He was the epitome of the old Aaron Tippin country song, “You’ve got to stand for something or you’ll fall for anything.” He was both bull-headed and bull-in-a-China-closet brusque. He was fiercely loyal and intensely personal. He loved to laugh, and to tease and to argue.
And, he made a difference. For my dad. For my mom and her sisters, and for all of us who descended from them. He made a difference for my friends who knew him. For cousins on the other side of the family tree. He made a difference for me, and he still does today. On the bookshelf in my office is Loren Stark’s old balpine hammer. It’s a reminder for me to try to make a difference every day.
Happy Birthday, Grandpa. You are missed.