Mem­o­ries of my Fa­ther: Harold Fisher

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1. Strengths: My Dad was al­ways able to com­plete the tasks or work that he took on or was given to do.

2. Fam­ily: My Dad was also able to take care of our Famiy: Hon-my Mom, Jac­quie-my sis­ter and me, Jq y

Rex. We did many things as a Fam­ily such as trav­el­ing, pic­nics, camp­ing, movies, and vis­its to friends.

3. Work: My Dad was al­ways ready to do his work, whether it was P.G.&E., for his friends, fam­ily, or the un­ex­pected. Day and night and in any sea­son of the year.

4. Sense of Hu­mor: My Dad had a sense of hu­mor. He had a hardy laugh, so loud that it was hard to go to sleep at nights when he had friends over to visit and I was in bed on school nights.

5. Pain: My Dad put up with a great deal of pain through­out most of his adult life. Bro­ken back in 1961, in­jured knees, sprains, and fi­nally ill­ness. But through­out all of that, he would al­ways smile, laugh, and kept on go­ing to fin­ish what he was do­ing. Watch­ing at times made me hurt and made me won­der how he was able to con­tinue. Es­pe­cially when I would see oth­ers that af­ter be­ing hurt would give up and not work or be­come de­pen­dent upon oth­ers.

6. Hunt­ing & Fish­ing: Th­ese were two of my Dad’s fa­vorite pas­times and en­joy­ments. For many years it seemed that he would not take me with him hunt­ing or fish­ing. But one day he fi­nally told me it was time that I learned how to fish and hunt. I was never much of a quail hunter, but I was a pretty good deer hunter. I lis­tened and I learned from my Dad. And one year, I tagged out on the first morn­ing of the first day of the sea­son. The re­main­der of that sea­son, I re­fined my skills in dog­ging for my Dad. I think that did well as he tagged out too. We even took a trip to Colorado hunt­ing deer one Fall. Dad killed a Buck on that trip. Spend­ing that time with him was very spe­cial to me. We spent many hours fish­ing on Ruth Lake and a few days on the ocean out­side Hum­boldt Bay. I never caught many fish, but en­joyed many hours with my Dad watch­ing the shore­line for wildlife and spend­ing many hours un­tan­gling fish­ing lines while the rest in the boat con­tin­ued to fish.

7. Learn­ing to Drive: I learned to drive by watch­ing and rid­ing with my Dad. What I re­mem­ber the most was rid­ing with him in the Jeep, (1942 mil­i­tary Ford Jeep that he bought from sur­plus af­ter WWII), and rid­ing in his P.G.&E. trucks. He let me be­gin driv­ing the jeep around Bridgevill­e at age

12. The folks in town were told to watch over me. He kept track of my trav­els. From that time on un­til now, I en­joy driv­ing. Like Dad, I want to see what is over the next moun­tain.

8. Tak­ing care of his Fam­ily: Dad was al­ways there if my sis­ter Jac­quie or I needed help. He and Hon would call to see how we were do­ing. At some­time dur­ing the call, the ques­tion was asked; How are things go­ing? Do you need any help on any­thing? I guess that has stuck with me. As the years have passed, I have taken on the same rou­tine. I call the Folks to see how they were do­ing. If I for­get to do that, Hon or Dad would call us to check on how we were do­ing. Since Dad’s pass­ing. I have called Hon daily to see how she is do­ing and to see if she needed any help. Hon is a strong per­son and seems to be han­dling her chang­ing life.

9. Clar­i­fi­ca­tion: To clar­ify some­thing. There is some­thing that has be­come a life long tra­di­tion in our Fam­ily and that has spread on to many oth­ers. I want to ex­plain how my Mother, Lois Jean Fisher, got the name "Honey or Hon." When I was very young, I heard my Dad call my Mom, "Honey or Hon," more of­ten than Jean. So one week­end morn­ing when I was sit­ting on the porch of our house in Weott, read­ing the comics in the news­pa­per, my Mom came out and asked what I was do­ing. I looked up at her and replied, "Honey, I am read­ing the funny pa­pers in the News­pa­per." And from that pp time on, my Mom has been "Honey or Hon" to me, not Lois, Jean, or Mom. My fa­ther was al­ways "Dad."

10. My last en­try: When I was over here help­ing out Hon and Dad just be­fore his pass­ing, I was in St. Joseph Hos­pi­tal with Hon. I be­lieve that we had just fin­ished meet­ing with a Doc­tor dus­cussing my Dad’s con­di­tion. And some­time dur­ing or af­ter the meet­ing, Hon made a state­ment at that time that has stuck with me. She told the Doc­tor that "he is his Fa­ther’s son. Later I asked her what she meant in that state­ment. She told me that "I had the same strengths, com­mon sense, and de­ter­mi­na­tion to get things done that my Dad al­ways used." That state­ment has stuck with me and will for the rest of my life. I am proud that she thinks that much of me to com­pare me in that man­ner to my Dad. Thank you all...

Rex Fisher, son of Harold (Dad), Jean (Honey) Fisher, and Jac­quie Davis.

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