Life with Father, A Dying Breed

In 1952, I was five years old when I walked into the kitchen of our 6th floor apartment in the Baltimore government projects. Dad stood as Mom sat at the table with a spoon in her hand tapping on a glass. Mom was preparing Dad to take the test to become one of Baltimore City’s first black firefighters. By tapping the glass with a spoon, Mom was teaching Dad the alarm bells he was required to recognize. Mom was a tough teacher. “No! That’s wrong! Listen and get it right!” Not only did Dad learn the alarm bells, he became a super firefighter, winning “Firefighter of the Year” two times.

Dad went to be with Jesus at age 90, June 1, 2018. Passing away with Dad is a generation in which parents were parents rather than treating children as peers/friends. My baby brother who is a cop said that it is stunning the number of parents who call the police because their child refuses to go to school.

In Dad’s day, manliness was encouraged. Dad liked John Wayne, Hopalong Cassidy, and Roy Rogers. Today, little boys are drugged for behaving like boys. Kindergarten thru college males are being transformed into metrosexual wimps. Public schools are erasing gender lines and encouraging transgenderism as early as pre-k. SOGI (Sexual Orientation and Gender Identity) laws require elementary teachers not to address students as boys and girls.

We are moving towards a fatherless America. Tragically, baby-daddies are becoming the new normal. Today one in four children, about 17. 2 million are being raised without fathers. I heard an idiot psychologist on TV say fathers are not necessary because a boy can learn everything he needs to learn from his mother.

When I was around 10 years old, a neighbor’s home caught fire. Off-duty firefighter Dad ran to the fire with my younger brothers Jerry, David, and me running behind. When we got near the burning house, Dad told us to stay back. Unlike kids today, we immediately obeyed. Dad kicked in the front door and ran inside looking for the family. We thought, “Wow, our Dad is Superman!” Dad’s behavior was strong, powerful, and manly, which is exactly what we wanted to be when we grew up.

In Dad’s WWII generation, men seemed to grow up and become responsible earlier. Around age 29, Dad was raising his five kids, while trying to be a surrogate dad to our fatherless five male cousins. My siblings and I felt our cousin’s daddy-envy.

Despite being a Baltimore City firefighter and assistant pastor of a storefront church, Dad always had side jobs to bring in extra money. As a kid, I enjoyed Saturday mornings selling bleach and starch with Dad slowly driving our station-wagon through black neighborhoods. “Bleach man! Bleach man!” Bleach was 50 cents a gallon; starch was 65 cents. Mom made extra money working as a school custodian and a domestic for white folks. I remember white women coming to our home to pick up clothes Mom ironed.

I learned character and preparing oneself by seeing Dad studying in our living room to preach week-long revivals at tiny storefront churches; typically less than 10 people. Offerings were usually around $4 for the evening. Dad prepared as if he was preaching to thousands. I sat on the front row proud of Dad. Dad’s sermons always featured a compelling story and were never long or boring. God rewarded Dad, blessing him to pastor large congregations over his 50-plus years in ministry.

Around 1961, one Sunday evening I interrupted Dad studying his Bible in our living room. That Monday, I would be among two busloads of black students integrating Brooklyn Park High School in Maryland. I was petrified for three reasons. I wasn’t sure I could do work on a 7th grade level; I had never been around whites before and I stuttered. I cannot remember what Dad advised, but he made me feel better; assured that God would be with me.

Dad took me to the 1963 March on Washington at which Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr gave his famous, “I Have A Dream” speech. I remember yellow school buses lined up as far as my eyes could see; the vibe was electric and happy. As a kid, I didn’t feel that the message that day was to hate white people or America. I felt we were simply seeking fairness and racial unity. Beautiful black actress and singer Lena Horne’s one-word speech blew me away. Ms. Horne yelled the word “Freedom” for what seemed like an eternity. The crowd of 250,000 erupted with cheers and applause.

I do not remember this next incident. Dad took me to an ice cream parlor a half mile from our home. The waitress wrapped our order to go. When Dad said we wanted to eat it there, the white waitress said, “No!” We left leaving the untouched ice cream on the counter. Dad chuckled while telling me that I wanted to burn the place down.

Gangs are filled with fatherless boys seeking male bonding and mentoring. Youths today crave consistent principled leadership.

It is quite telling that all Dad’s grandkids and great grandkids were crazy about him. They respected his consistent striving to live by biblical principles. Like the prodigal son in the Bible, Dad’s offspring have gone their own way and made youthful mistakes. As in the Chris Young song, “Voices”, Dad’s voice was ever-present in our brains. “Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old, he will not depart from it.” Proverbs 22:6

Leftist thinking corrupts everything; typically fighting commonsense, biology, and God. Leftist ideas about manhood and various issues have failed miserably which led to the election of Donald Trump. I believe a quiet shift is underway back to traditional real men like my Dad.

Lloyd Marcus, The Unhyphenated American
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8 comments for “Life with Father, A Dying Breed

  1. Joel Haynes
    June 5, 2018 at 2:21 pm

    WONDERFUL READ MARCUS!! You and your brothers were blessed to have him for a dad!

  2. Barbara
    June 5, 2018 at 5:05 pm

    My heartfelt sympathy, the loss of a parent is always difficult. As you can rejoice in his love of our Savior and savor so many wonderful memories, my prayers are with you and your family. Thank you for this blessed testimony.

  3. SusanP
    June 5, 2018 at 6:11 pm

    I left my condolences on your Facebook page when you announced your Father’s passing.

    Here, I want to thank you for writing this article. You have totally “nailed it” as my grandchildren would say. You have articulated exactly what is wrong with this nation and why we have a “lost” generation. I see Trump’s election as POTUS as God’s way of giving us a chance to turn this country around and get back on the correct tract. Seeing your words gives me hope for the future. We must continue to “train up our children in the way they should go”. I pray that we can accomplish that mission. Seeing my thoughts in your words is a sign we have a chance. Please, continue to share your message and help the young and old to see the correct path.

  4. Shelia Herring
    June 6, 2018 at 10:05 am

    First of all my heartfelt condollence ! Your dad sounds like a wonderful person !!
    You hit the ball out of the park with your post , I too wish that there were more REAL MEN DADS !!

  5. Bonny
    June 8, 2018 at 7:21 pm

    Please accept my deepest sympathies on your father’s death. I always enjoyed reading your Dad stories, and I often wished I could have met him. Your column is a fine tribute to your father.

  6. June 8, 2018 at 8:39 pm

    Fathers are important for the girls in the family also . Real mem are not their childern’s best friend in the terms the now generation thinks . Father & Mother who are real parents will tell you what you don’t want to hear . I have scene Mothers and some Fathers going to clubs with sons and daughters and this doesn’t mix with alcohol ! What is happening is the question but the answer is simple . No God ! No substance and the lack of both brings lack of respect & commonsense 😃😃

  7. June 9, 2018 at 2:35 pm

    Wow said from a chip-off-the-old-block. How blessed you and your family has been to have your dad for this long.

  8. Dave Ramos
    June 30, 2018 at 9:35 am

    Your dad’s stories are wonderful to read. Obviously, he was a great father, citizen and patriot. I am certain you feel lucky to have such a wonderful teacher. I only wish that the minority community today would learn from great leaders and self-sufficient people like your Dad. Certainly, their culture and outlook on life would really improve.

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