Sunday, January 26, 2014

A Special Father and Lessons Learned

In a small German village on New Year's Eve 1903, my father, William Frederick was born. He was the oldest of thirteen children. Life was challenging and after his brother was born, my grandfather traveled to the New World to work and save enough money to bring his family to America.

@BatteredHope Lessons we learn from our parents


The day came when Grandma and her two boys could travel across the seas to unite with Grandpa for a better life.   There was not enough money for the three of them to travel as passengers; my dad and his brother were stow-aways in the hull of the ship.  It was a three week journey with little food for the boys to share.  My father was four years old and would beg the kitchen staff for table scraps that had been thrown away.  He was reprimanded for asking and given nothing to eat.

When they arrived and settled in Wisconsin,  life was not as good as Grandpa hoped.  They were poor and there was little work. Although my father was able to attend school, he had to quit in fifth grade to help support the growing family. The children were born close together and dad was more of a father to his siblings than a brother.


Hard work paid off.  When my dad married my mother he had his own farm.  Although it was evident that he would become a successful farmer, his passion was to be a minister.  It was not an easy decision. He struggled with it until he arrived home one day in time to watch his home and farm burn to the ground. He believed this was a sign that he was to change direction.  He attended seminary and became an ordained minister.

It was the Dirty Thirties and although life was extremely difficult, my dad always had a large garden and fed as many people as he could with his harvest.  He pastored a small church in Northern Wisconsin.

In 1944, my sister Arlene died of rheumatic fever at twelve years of age.  My father almost died of a broken heart at this loss and didn't think he could ever preach again.  But, time healed his wounds and he became even stronger as he could empathize with many others who had suffered similar loss.

In 1950, he was offered the position as pastor of a church in one of the fastest growing cities in the U S A  - Detroit, Michigan. This was the beginning of a new life for all of us, including my two brothers and a sister.

My mother was gravely ill by the time I was born and I grew up watching my dad take care of his wife and family, much like he had done as a young boy.  I became closer to my father and gleaned so much wisdom from both his lifestyle and the lessons he taught me.


"DO IT RIGHT -- DO IT NOW!" This was probably one of his greatest lessons.  I wrote a blog post on procrastination and how to overcome it.  This was his secret.  It was very simple.  Do it right and do it now. No excuses.

"FEED YOUR FAITH - OR FEED YOUR FEAR"  Whichever one you choose to feed will grow.  The one you don't feed will die.  Again, a very basic and simple philosophy that has helped me maintain perspective in precarious situations.

"FORGIVENESS -- IT'S A CHOICE!"   If we choose not to forgive, the only one we hurt is ourselves.  It can eat at us like a cancer and destroy us.

My mother died when I was a teenager and my father was also taken from me too young.  I was 35 and grieved his passing for many years.  My parents left me with a heritage of integrity, morals and ethics. My father lived what he preached.  I miss them as much today as when they passed away.

My children never met their grandparents but I have tried to keep memories alive of their heritage and instill in them the same philosophies by which my father lived.

William Frederick --  December 31, 1903 -  August 3, 1982
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