Memories of my Father: Harold Fisher
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.