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February 7, 2018
Well. What can I say about my dad? He was a grandfather, a father, a husband, a teacher, and a coach. Growing up as his son, I knew all these aspects of his life. Though the one I knew the best, other than father, was coach and teacher. Those two are inextricably intertwined.

I remember him taking Dave and me fishing when we were very young. We lived in Marion, IA and would occasionally drive up to Central City and fish off the dam for bull head. We did pretty well as I recall.
Another time, the cousins on Joyce's side of the family went fishing at my Grandfather Barnes farm pond and caught 21 bullhead catfish. We still have the picture. Dad and Uncle Paul Shea cleaned all of those fish, looking back on it I am surprised they let us keep fishing so long that day.

Dad had many stories he would tell about coaching. He coached in Clearfield, IA, who played 8 man football, for two years. His first season they were 5-3, after Clearfield had had several no win seasons. The next year they went 8-0.

Preparing for the season following that year, it fell to him and my mother to complete laying out the field for 11-man football. At the time, mom was 8 months pregnant with Dave. But, they took a tape measure and laid it out.

His first year at Clearfield they played a game in Hopkins, MO. It was a very rainy day, and there were puddles on the field. On one play, the quarterback ended up on the bottom of the pile in a puddle, and nearly drowned. Evidently he was also a swimmer, so he was able to hold his breath until he was uncovered.

Another time, dad had trouble finding a kicker for his team. This was before soccer was much played in high school. His kicker ran at the ball to kick off, and completely missed the ball. The refs blew the whistle and had to huddle up to think about it. Finally, they flew a flag for illegal procedure, and kicked off again. Evidently they succeeded the second time.

Then there was the time he had
to bail one of his football players out of jail to play in the game. Of course, this was an earlier time and football players were expected to be a little ornery (as he would have said).

After two years in Clearfield, dad was hired to start a new football program at Linn Mar high school, in Marion, IA. At the time a small school, it is now one of the largest in the state of Iowa.

During his time at Clearfield and Linn Mar, he was head coach or assistant coach for every men's sport, and most women's sports. He coached football, basketball, baseball, wrestling, track, gymnastics, and golf to name a few. We think he was assistant coach for women's softball at least once also, though no one actually remembers for sure. We do know he ran softball tournaments on more than one occasion.

He was also the person in charge of organizing and setting up track meets. He once told me that one of the more onerous jobs for that was seeding the heats for sprints. Evidently, coaches were prone to giving the times they wanted their men to run, not the times they actually ran in races. Dad would use the times published in the paper for seeding his heats, not the times the coaches gave him. Searching the small print in newspapers for sprint times may be why dad needed glasses in his later years.

Dad also taught Drivers Education for many years. He had a few stories from that. One time, his student driver pulled out on I-80 in front of a semi. And stopped. Dad was able to get the car out of the way. Mom commented to me that she wanted him to get extra life insurance while he was teaching drivers ed.

Another time he was teaching a girl that had very little self-confidence. They were driving in downtown Cedar Rapids, and a pedestrian stepped right in front of the moving car (jaywalking). She slammed on the brakes and didn't hit him. But dad had to stop the car for a bit and persuade her to get back to driving. I gathered it was an experience teaching that young lady; dad told me that the girl's parents later sent him a card and profuse thanks after she received her driver's license.

In his later years, one of Dad's great joys in life was watching his grandson Drew play high school football at Blue Springs, and then college football at the Air Force Academy.

After I was discharged from the service, I moved to Blue Springs to begin my professional career. This was while dad was still at Rockhurst initially, and later KU. I am also a computer professional, and periodically we would run into each other at various presentations and lunches given by Tech companies such as Oracle or IBM. It is an interesting time to meet and interact with your father on a professional, rather than father-son basis.

In the family, Dad and I were the computer experts. Whenever there was a computer problem, one of us would be called for assistance. That could be little repetitive after a while.

One of the things Dad and I would enjoy was irritating the rest of the family by discussing our jobs at the dinner table. We would purposefully use technical jargon to confuse the others. Eventually, they learned not to seat us side by side at the table.

Dad had firm opinions about sports, coaching, and the importance of academics. He would never put up with mistreating or swearing at players, even though it was often accepted at the time. Before hydration and access to water became a big concern, he always made sure there was plenty of water available for his players. He even made sure his players had salt tablets available after practice, though later that practice was discontinued as probably unnecessary.

In later years, Dad and I would often debate the treatment of football players by the NCAA.

Dad could be harsh when needed, but
rarely was. He was ahead of his time in many ways.

He encouraged my mother to go to law school, at a time when women were just starting to work outside the home. They moved for her career, when he had just earned tenure at the University of Iowa.

Dad has left me with many good memories. I will always miss him.