Altar Call – Opelika-Auburn News
June 15, 2008
Remembering some of the lessons I
learned from my daddy
My father, Walter Matthew
Albritton, was born May 7, 1901 in
I never called him “father.” To me and my siblings he was Daddy. When we were children, Daddy was our Rock. He gave us a sense of security. He was always there. The farm was his life. He worked from daylight till dark. He and Mama grew most of the food we ate. Like many people of their time they canned vegetables with a passion.
Daddy was morally strong. Having seen his own father die of alcoholism, Daddy was a tee-totaller all his life. He was strictly opposed to drinking, smoking, chewing, or cursing. Mama shared his convictions. Those beliefs became rules of the family as we grew up.
Lying was also forbidden. Someone must have told Daddy about the Ten Commandments when he was young. He thought they were important. If he caught one of us in a lie, a belt-whipping was our punishment. In his own way Daddy taught us that telling the truth was a wise choice.
Daddy died of “old age” January 24, 1995. He was 93. He and Mama had been married almost 68 years. They took their marriage vows seriously. None of us can remember them ever speak of divorce. Part of their legacy was that marriage is a sacred bond, a covenant with each other and with God. They taught us by example that a husband and wife can find a way to make it if they will keep trying.
Though Daddy lived 93 years, I still miss him. I wish I could talk to him one more time. There were conversations we never finished. But life is like that. It is one relinquishment after another from the cradle to the grave. One by one we must say goodbye to the family and friends we have loved.
As Father's Day comes around again,
I find myself wishing for three things. One, that the mother of our children
will continue to be glad that I am their father. Two, that our children will
let me know they love me. Words of love are more valuable than gifts. The scent
of Aqua Velva is soon gone. An expression of love remains in the heart. And three, that I will never forget the wise
lessons Daddy taught me.
It has become a ritual with me to share the lessons on Father’s Day. The lessons do not change. The way I remember them and share them does. Daddy’s legacy is truly the lessons he taught us by his example. He left no inheritance for us to fight over. He simply left everything to Mama. I wish he had left me a watch or a pocket knife or a walking stick, but he did not. He left such decisions to Mama.
Mama did give me one of Daddy’s old walking sticks and I cherish it. She said it was the “last one.” The others “walked off” in the hands of family members, and I had no problem with that.
don't need “stuff” to help me remember Daddy. I have his wisdom stored in my memory bank.
Though he had little formal education, he was one of the wisest men I have ever
known. So I will carry his sage advice with me to the grave. Many of his words
are etched indelibly in my mind. Here are a few of Daddy’s lessons that have
impacted my life:
1. "Money doesn't grow on trees." Daddy grew up poor and raised his five children during the depression years. He was not miserly but he taught us not to expect something for nothing. Only those who work hard will ever have any money; it is the fruit of labor. He believed that. His strong work ethic inspired us all.
2. "If you can't do it right, then don't do it at all." Daddy was never satisfied with shoddy work. There was a right way to do everything and that was the way he insisted on doing it. Do your best. Always. Never anything less. If it means tearing something down and starting over, then do it. And do it now.
3. "Always check the oil before you start an engine." To this day I cannot crank up a piece of machinery - whether a tractor or a chain saw - without checking the oil level. Take good care of what you have, he insisted. "Don't crank it up until you have checked the oil."
4. "Alcohol makes a man a fool." Daddy drank tons of coffee. That was his favorite drink, with "just a little cream, not too much." He never used sugar in his coffee. His dad’s alcoholism inspired his rule to have no alcoholic beverages in our home. Having seen so many lives ruined by alcoholic beverages, I am thankful for the way I was raised. Daddy was not a diplomat nor did he believe children had a vote about house rules. He simply laid down the law for us: "As long as you put your feet under my table, you will abide by my rules." His word was law. Was he wrong? You decide. All of his five children have practiced total abstinence.
5. "Never talk back to your mother." In his presence none of his children ever "sassed" Mama. If we did, Daddy did not spare the rod. We grew up understanding that Mama deserved our respect.
6. "Hard work never killed anybody." Daddy worked from sunup 'til sundown. He had no tolerance for laziness. He worked hard all his life and he expected the same from everyone else. No exceptions. In his late eighties he worked a two-acre garden.
7. "A man's word is his bond." Dad valued honesty. Keep your word. If you tell someone you will do something, then do it, or die trying. Dad had no respect for a liar.
8. "Always put tools back where they belong; they have a way of walking off if you leave them lying around." A job was never finished until tools had been cleaned and returned to the place where they belonged.
9. "Pick up that string; you may need it." Notice a nail, a screw, or a piece of string, then pick it up and save it. Even the least little thing may have value later on. Daddy never felt comfortable with our "throw away" society.
10. "Study hard so you can get a good education." Daddy worked hard for a reason. Not for a "place on the lake." He wanted his children to have a college education, something he never had. As I grew up there was never any doubt about my going to college. He promised to help us financially - as long as we remained single. "Once you get married, you are on your own." I got married when I was a sophomore at
Daddy was an impatient man and hard as nails at times. But we knew he loved us and we loved him. His good qualities far outweighed his weaknesses. A list of them I will not compile in the hope that my sons will do me the same favor.
Daddy was not liberal with compliments, but he did give them occasionally. So I remember with joy those times when he blessed me by saying, "I'm proud of you, son." Sage advice sprinkled with a little praise. Not a bad legacy. Not bad at all. And a walking stick as well.
A final word to the wise: if your dad is still around, tell him you love him, while you can. + + +