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DOES FATHER REALLY
KNOW BEST?
love do not die. And the answer to this
curious dilemma of our age?
For each of us it must be a personal'
answer.
It came for me with the sudden loss of
my own father; all the long discussions and
arguments with him about politics and art
and literature, the interchange of thoughts
and opinions, became part of the past; the
matter of who was right or wrong was sud
denly the least important thing in the world.
What was important was that he was
gone, that this wonderful, precious relation
ship was over, in earthly terms at least.
And I knew then that the gap between the
generations is never so wide as the gap
between life and death, between having
and losing.
I recall a moment years ago when, as a
boy of 16 in a bitter argument with my
father, I said those ugly things youth utters
against age and authority, words no child
should say to a parent
I remember my father saying, "Bill, I for
give you before you ask because I know
you don't mean those things, not for one
instant, not a word."
I was even more angry because callow
youth within cried out that I did mean
them, and I wanted him to know that I did.
Later, when anger had cooled enough, I
knew he had been right; I had not meant
those words at all. When I tried to explain,
he brushed it aside. It was all right, it was
forgiven and forgotten long since. He
grinned and we shook hands.
I Join the "Older" Generation
Some 24 years later, a moment came
when my own son hurled his anger at me,
his adolescent revolt against the controls
of this adult world, in words that seemed
to echo across the years my own words,
almost verbatim, hurled back at me out of
the past.
Suddenly, in that moment, I knew the
hurt my own father must have felt at my
16-year-old rage, hurt he had somehow
kept well hidden.
How could I have said those things? How
could my son cry out like this now? How
could any child cry out like this against his
parents who only want to help him?
And then I recalled my father's reply, his
immediate forgiveness in the midst of my
juvenile fury. I used those words again; I
forgave my boy at once: "I know you don't
mean words like that. Not for a moment."
Later that night my boy came to me. He
started to tell me how he hadn't meant any
of it. "You were right, Dad. I was just
sore. I didn't mean that stuff."
I grinned and we shook hands across a
quarter of a century of time.
The key lies in recognition of the simple,
Family Weekly, June 19. I960
(Continued)
precious relationship of love on both sides
for what it is; it lies in having the cour
age to hold on to what is good and worth
while, warm and real. It lies in learning the
meaning of simple, human respect, one for
the other, based not on any Victorian con
cept of dictatorial authority but on love.
Father-Son Rivalry
One of my Greenwich Village friends
is a portrait painter who ranks with the
best. His son also is a painter. A rivalry
developed between these two that was
never in the open, but always present in
some measure. They argued about methods,
techniques, ideas, goals.
Then the father's eyes began to fail. The
son, concerned, pleaded with the father to
give up painting. The more he pleaded, the
more the father seemed to drive himself.
"I thought Dad was going to paint him
self blind to keep up with my output, as
he saw it," the son told me. "It wasn't a
rivalry any more. I was just terrified about
Dad. I went to him and told him if he would
quit, I would quit."
The father shook his head angrily at the
suggestion. The next day he showed up at
his son's studio with a package for the boy. '
He seemed to have forgotten about the pre
vious night or the argument.
They talked, as they often had in the past,
about painting, about the young man's high
talent and how far he might go. The son
could not recall when the relationship had
been so warm or close. In this talk there
was new appreciation, each for the other,
and the son felt it so strongly that he spoke
to his father about it.
'The gulf between us," the father said,
"has only been in our minds, not in our
hearts, and when we speak with our hearts,
the gulf vanishes. Always remember that
when you paint"
"What's in the package you brought, Dad?"
"A symbol of what I mean. Open it after
I leave."
When the father was gone, the son opened
the package and found in it his father's
thoroughly cleaned, well-kept, and ready-to-use
brushes and paint. It was a gift of
today to tomorrow, and it bound together
the meaning and importance of both.
The son told me, "You see, I am both a
son and a father myself. Even now with a
five-year-old boy, I know that the gap is
there and I want to bridge it in every way
I can. Dad showed me the way with his gift
of those brushes."
The answer is found not in theories but
in the respect and love that bind one gen
eration to the next; it is found in the
warmth of the human heart
For the truth is that, with father or child,
the heart always knows best