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He was really excited about the prospect of playing host to Mom’s relatives at the family’s homeplace — and paramount in his plans were games for the many children who would attend. He even laid out a nine-hole par-three golf course in the fields that surround the old farm house.
Each Thanksgiving since, my brother and our relatives play the Lou Hatter Memorial Golf Tournament on the course. The scores won’t make the PGA Tour, but I’m sure my Dad is smiling as he watches his sons, his nephews and his nieces having so much fun.
From Dad, I 'learned the importance of those occasions — the fun times spent with family and friends. Too often we lose sight of the significance, thinking, well, there’s always next year.
Well, there isn’t always next year.
Last Thanksgiving, one of my nephews asked me to take him fishing at Grandmother’s pond. We had a great time, although he caught more “bird’s nests” in his tackle than he did fish.
And I gained a chance to marvel anew at my father’s patience. After all, when he taught my brother and me to fish on that same pond, he had two youngsters tangling their fishing lines, not just one.
And when we returned to the house, with empty creels but big smiles, my relatives paid me the ultimate compliment. Taking the time to go fishing with my nephew, they said, was “just like Uncle Lou." Well, to him, I guess I am “Uncle Lou.”
And though I’ll never be able to fill Dad’s shoes, I have to thank him for showing me how to try. Happy birthday, Dad, and thank you for the legacy.
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