In the month before my Father’s passing, he
was very interested in getting a haircut, but not so interested in mustering
the strength and courage that it would take to endure the journey to the barber
and being stuck in the chair. I thought
we could solve this problem du jour by inviting a barber to come to the house
and give him a haircut. I asked my hair
stylist, Alison Alexander Heyes if she could recommend someone and she promptly
volunteered herself. I have known
Alison almost 10 years now and have discussed many personal and family
transitions of big and small import but
in that time, she never asked me this question: “What did your father do?” Until today.
As we know, this question was no small
thing to men of my father’s generation.
Their identity was often completely tied to their occupation. My Dad’s career journey was impressive I
think because he created all of his own luck, with enthusiastic pushes from
behind from my mom.
He tells the story of working as a mechanic
for Dueck on Broadway and musing about taking his natural skills to the sales
floor in the used car department. Co-workers
did not encourage this sort of breaking ranks, but Dad had done some diesel yacht
repair favors for the vice president and he told my mother that when his suit
was missing from the closet, then he had gone to ask for an interview.
Long story, shorter, he made that jump and
was extremely successful at sales during a time when car dealerships were very
high profile in Vancouver and everybody needed a car. We are talking the 50’s and everyone was
‘movin’ up’. Dad had no way of
predicting, and felt that most of his family was surprised, when he retired as
vice president of Duecks in his 60’s.
His departure was abrupt. He took
offence to someone’s joke about him becoming ‘long in the tooth’ and that was
it. Out the door. Quite in character. I can see it in my mind but was totally
unaware of the drama at the time, already distracted by my own career in the
80’s.
The picture below shows the typical over
the top design of the dealerships of the day.
In that stretch of Broadway, there were other big contenders with Bow
Mac and Lawson Oates among them and right across the street from
Dueck.
Back to the haircut. Pete’s last haircut never happened, I am sorry
to say, and one of my last memories will
be brushing his hair on the night we said goodbye. Around Christmas time his good days and
Alison’s schedule just never came together.
He died with his long white locks.
Today, in the chair at the hair salon
getting my own hair cut, I discover that Alison is the daughter of John Lawson
Oates from the dealership across the road.
He married the receptionist from Dueck on Broadway, Louise Eperson. We are the children of that
crazy
competitive time. What a conversation
his haircut would have produced!