Long-time readers of this blog know that my sister, Lucy, writes Lava to Lilikoi, a blog about gardening in Hawaii. Occasionally, she and I do a guest post for each other. Last year, when I was busy with preparations for an approaching hurricane here in Florida she did a couple for me. More recently, while she was traveling, I did some for her. I’ve asked her if I could post her Lava to Lilikoi Father’s Day post. It’s excellent. We have the same father and mother so it’s as relevant for me as it is for her. Happily, she gave me permission to mirror her post here. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did. And…Happy Father’s Day to everyone!
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AL JONES WITH UKELELE
Today, this post is to honor the memory of my own father who would have been 100 years old this July, and he died 40 years ago this fall at the young age of 60, an early recipient of open heart surgery.
He was an artist – see one of his pen and ink drawings at the end of my brother’s post on London. I have many more of his that are done in the same style.
He was a musician – he accompanied my mother on piano while she played violin. Besides that, he was an accomplished pianist and had a beautiful Welsh voice. He gave up much of his own piano playing time in order to let me practice. The above picture shows him in his teens, playing ukulele. I still have that very same uke.
He was a pastor – a United Methodist minister and still in active ministry when he died. I don’t think that’s the reason I went into the ministry, but it certainly was in my “blood.” His father before him was also a pastor, in true “circuit rider” tradition, shown here with his horse and saddlebags heading out to preach.
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M.R. JONES, CIRCUIT RIDER
And he was a jokester. One of the many practical jokes he played on some of the old ladies in the church was with a woman who was always picking lint off the shoulder of his suit. One Sunday, he put a spool of thread in his pocket and fixed one end of the thread on his sleeve. Sure enough, she started to pull the thread off, and it kept coming and coming and coming. I’m not sure it cured her, but we had a laugh over that.
I called him “Daddy,” a truly Southern term of endearment, and since he was from the Deep South (Mississippi), it was an appropriate title for him.
Here are a few of my gardening projects that he would appreciate. So many of the foods and flowers I grow are ones that are reminiscent of Mississippi –Pole Beans, for example, and so much more.
I would say that at the top of the list I’d find peanuts! I remember these from the home of my Grandpa Jones (above). He always grew the best peanuts right in his front yard. Here are mine just starting to sprout.
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PEANUTS SPROUTING
In the South, we ate peanuts roasted or boiled or raw, but my favorite way was raw from his stash of peanuts that were hanging up to dry, like these few I harvested here.
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DRYING PEANUTS
I grew up eating mustards and collards. I still grow as many as I can, and eat them often. So delicious!
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MUSTARDS AND COLLARDS
Then of course, there are the figs! The ones in the South were so sweet and juicy. The two I harvested from this little tree last year were just like I remembered. Looks like I’ll get more than two this year.
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WHITE FIGS
I can’t forget the gardenias that are synonymous with the South. In my early marriage (1950s) there was a gardenia bush as tall as the roof by my kitchen door in Jackson, Mississippi. Daddy loved gardenias, too, and sometimes wore one in the lapel of his suit on Sunday morning. So far, I haven’t had much luck in growing them here, but I’ve had a couple blooms show up.
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GARDENIA
With all his talent and humor, not to mention the white hair, I think it’s fairly obvious that this man was the father of my brother and me!
AL JONES-1964
Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers in the world! To quote an old cliché, “If it wasn’t for you, the rest of us wouldn’t be here.”
A hui hou!
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There is a popular Chinese phrase too: When drinking water, think of the source.
This year though, we celebaretd Father’s Day on the road, at Ruby Tuesday at Bel Air, MD en-route to NY for a well-deserved vacation for the whole family, at least everyone who is here in US, including CY who flew in from Portland to relive the joy of road trip, family-style.