Thursday, October 29, 2009

Walt Brown, Rest in Peace

My former father-in-law, Walter "Walt" Brown, died Saturday at home in Addison Township. He was 92.

During the time I was married to his daughter, Susan, Walt and I spent many hours together. Because I worked nights in Flint, my days were free and Walt loved to cut wood, do projects around his and our house and generally kept himself busy. It was my joy and honor to spend all those many hours with him outdoors.

I learned more from Walt in those few years about wood working, tree-cutting, cement mixing, roofing and life than pretty much the sum total of all my years in school. He was a reservoir of common sense in a world where it is very scarce. There's a morning room built on to the back of my house today that is a testament to what I learned from Walt about carpentry and roofing.

Like all three of my father-in-laws, my father and stepfather, he was a survivor of the Depression and World War II. For Walt the Depression was the defining time of his life. He was a believer in not paying for something unless you could pay cash for it and he conserved energy by burning the wood available to him for free.

He taught me the importance of checking the wind before falling a tall tree and the ins-and-outs of a chain saw. He taught me that sharp was safer than dull and that you always "measure twice and cut once." He taught me that a man was judged by the neatness of his woodpile.

Walt also taught me that there was no such thing as a mistake, but just "errors." He also told me that a good spoken "sonofabitch" would fix most carpentry problems. Well, that and a well timed and aimed hammer stroke.

If he spoke the word "politician" it came out sounding like a curse word. He had no use for those who couldn't relate to people who worked hard and broke a sweat to make a living.

He built Susan's house with his own hands, each nail lovingly driven in by himself. Once after the house was more than 10 years old, we called after one of the windows fogged up during a cold snap. The call was made not to ask him to fix it, but just in passing the time of day.

About 1/2-hour later (this was about 8 p.m. at night) we heard Walt's truck pull into the driveway and he emerged with his toolbox and came into the house and fixed the air leak that caused the fogging.

Walt joked that not many builders would come back and fix the house they built ten years after it was finished. But then not many builders were Walt.

At one time he worked for Mrs. Wilson of Dodge-Wilson at the Meadowbrook Mansion in Rochester Hills. it is now a tourist attraction but he remembered the days that Mrs. Dodge-Wilson would call out for "Walter" to fix this or that.

During the time I knew him he was only rarely without his beloved retriever by his side. That dog followed him everywhere and it was rough when I had to ride in his truck to a woodlot because Jesse didn't like sharing the front seat with anyone but Walt.

He and his dog shared his lunch and his love. I've never met a man with a closer touch to nature than Walt. He loved animals. He had the rare ability to coax a wild chipmunk into his hand the first time he saw it.

But he also loved to hunt deer. Although it was more about the sitting in nature than it was in the taking of the deer. I recalled this story recently about one of Walt's hunting "trips."

Susan and I lived on 7-8 acres in Oxford Township. The back lot was a stand of pine trees - all planted by Susan and Walt, by the way - and when they were mature enough he would make a deer blind in the back and during hunting season it was not uncommon to hear his military truck pull into our driveway and head back to the woods about 5 a.m.

While Susan was at work during the day I usually did chores around the property, but when I knew Walt was back "hunting" I stayed up near the house so as not to spook the deer.

One day, I was watching out our back picture window when I saw a big 10 to 12-point buck that Walt had been eyeing for months, walk to the pile of corn and apples in the back lot. I watched for several minutes waiting for the inevitable blast that would take down this prize buck. It never came.

A little while later I heard the truck driving up the path next to our horse pasture and met Walt in the driveway as he headed home for lunch.

"Why didn't you shoot that buck?," I asked him

"Please don't tell me the buck was there, I fell asleep for a while," Walt said. We both had a good laugh about the 'one that got away.'

Like so many of his kind, Walt is in that disappearing group of heroes from World War II. During his youth around Rochester, Walt made a name for himself ski jumping and he had the newspaper clips to prove it.

When World War II came those skills were in demand in the Army's 10th Mountain Division, which Walt proudly served both in Europe and the Pacific. He came home and never left after the war. He was married to his childhood sweetheart, Eva, for 68 years. She used to kid that he loved his dog and spent more time with it than her, but she was wrong.

You can read the whole obituary here. There's a nice photo of Walt there as well.

He once told me a story about a German soldier that was shot in the heel someplace in Italy and when they approached him with guns drawn the German spoke in good English, "don't shoot, I'm from Detroit."

In recent years he made one of the "Honor Flights" to visit the World War II Memorial in Washington, D.C., one of the very rare times he left his home.

There are many great stories he told that would fail in my telling here because they were good because of the way he told them.

Walt, you will be missed.

9 comments:

Krystal said...

your telling of his life is better than any obituary.

Susan said...

God Bless You, James L. There could never be a finer tribute written about my Dad, than this you have written. I am very touched that you have such fond memories of him and such respect.
This is so special to me and I thank you.

Anonymous said...

I like to think I wrote some good obits and I got some nice compliments on the ones I did. But that was as fine a tribute as I've ever read. Well done Mr. Smith.

Jan Scholl said...

Sometimes marriages don't last but the friendships from them go on. This is not only a tribute to your father in law (I don't believe in formers or half's or steps) who obviously touched a lot of lives, but to the kind of people we all should strive to be. Seems to me we can all learn something wonderful from this one life we get and you, Susan and Walt "got it".

Jim of L-Town said...

As any obituary writer knows (and I actually like doing obits) a good obituary is largely dependent on a good subject.

I've had good subjects. But I thank you for the compliment.

Anonymous said...

Jim,

On the possibility you don't post my complaints with an earlier blog post, where I also acknowledge the fine writing contatined here, I want to be sure to convey that this is a hell of an obit.

Good work. I can only hope to write something as nice as when people close to me pass.

JAMorrison said...

Very nicely done, Jim. A lovely tribute lovingly written.

Anonymous said...

When I lived with you, and Susan, I will always remember with fond memories when Walt would come to the house. I loved those days. Thanks for the memories. Say hello to Sue for me and she is in my prayers. William

Anonymous said...

Awesome job! I loved your tribute to Walt and I could not be prouder to call you my father.