Saturday, June 18

reblog -things my father taught me

Max at AllPlaidOut has run a series of Mother's Day/Father's Day guest post over the last few years; inviting family and (internet)friends to post their thoughts. Sons and daughters, mothers and fathers. Recently a bunch of women from around the loop have been posting there with thoughts and pictures for Father's Day.... Fantastic stuff and really transcends the usual, def' check it out. Below is my post from last year, but still applies...

Things my father taught me: how to shake a martini (aged 7), milk a cow, drive a tractor, tie a bow tie, sharpen a carving knife, polish shoes, make an omelet (hell, how to build a hen house, raise chicks, pluck feathers, keep a ‘chicken bucket’ under the sink for food scraps, collect the eggs THEN make an omelet).

“Pops” or more properly, my father, Dr. Fox arrived in Boston from England in 1974 with family in tow. English born and bred, sartorially he was preppy through and through; at that time shopping at the Co-op and JPress in Harvard Square, or Brooks Bros. and Filene’s downtown. Fast forward a few years and we have moved to cocktail-culture / summer-resident ground zero; southern Vermont. Southern VT was also ground zero for aging dairy farms, aging farmers and at that time a huge need for a community medical center. Pops answered that call.

Sure he’ll drive you crazy at a museum reading every scrap of literature but he is in turn a fountain of knowledge. Insane. I have actually called him rather than Google something. I do get my appreciation of hi/low style from him though, which is really a preppy trait in a sense, use it up, fix it up and wear it out… He’ll turn up to a town meeting in his torn tweed jacket (pockets probably full of old nails or his pipe) and muddy wellingtons, plus a yellow OCBD and bowtie, probably whistling. About 5 years ago he did break a lifelong streak and get a pair of jeans, but true-to-form he has patched and re-patched that pair ever since. A cook, botanist, farmer, beekeeper and musician, but foremost a country doctor… he sets the bar pretty high. Anyway, let’s not get sappy here, onto the clothes…


exhibitA
Exhibit A. Young Doc. Everyone wears a cravat when they go skiing right?
No gloves, no nylon fibers either.

ExhibitB
Exhibit B. OK, It must be said, this is a damn good picture of the old man (hey!) but 2 hip replacements and recent rotator cuff surgery have slowed him down quite a bit.
This is almost 20 years ago now, playing against southern horse traders and some Argentinean stable guys.

ExhibitC
Exhibit C. Fox men. 4G. Remember, grandpas are fathers too.

2 comments:

Apothecary Fox said...

love it again. I thought of doing one for him this year but time ran out. Here's to you Pops!

Matthew Hranek said...

VERY NICE JAMES.
NICE PICS OF AN INSPIRING DAD.