he looked mammoth.Broad shoulders and legs
strong, churning, crushing.
Eight years old
and I was hanging close to my Dad's knee.
I knew the name. Cookie Gilchrist.
Before I knew all my prayers. Cookie Gilchrist.
Cookie ran for the Buffalo Bills
on this cold afternoon November of 64.
I sat riveted, watching my idol
steamroll over opposing linemen,
linebackers and the odd zebra or two.
Dad laughed as it was
"Cookie this", and "Cookie that"
He knew a boy needed his heroes.
The Bills could have won without him,
but Gilchrist made it special.
"Thanks Dad" I remember saying,
"He's my hero"
Dad smiled a smile
that continues to warm me to this day.
We grabbed our gear and headed out.
"This way, Sonny" he instructed.
And I followed in obedience.
Ramp, after tunnel, after stair
to a ramp. We found ourselves
in the lowest point in the "Rockpile".
A swarm of screaming kids blocked the way.
Standing above the throng...
Dad leaned in and whispered to me
and I nodded in compliance.
In my loud eight year old voice
I called, "Mr. Gilchrist?"
He stopped. And glancing our way, he smiled.
Cookie pressed past the crowd
to the place where my father and I stood.
This mountain of a man
reached for my program.
He smiled even more broadly
and he plied his signature
onto the glossy crisp page.
In awe I stammered,
"Thank you very much, Mr. Gilchrist!
One last smile graced his face.
"No son, thank you!"
I came to understand
his gratitude as the years passed.
For in a simple gesture,
my father taught me a great lesson.
I learned respect.
I had the opportunity to thank my father
before he had died.
"No Sonny, thank you!" he said.
With that the lesson was completed.
A boy has to have his hero.
Carlton "Cookie" Gilchrist died today from a recurrence of Cancer. He was 75.
Your dad knew what he was doing, Walt, in pointing you to heroes. Mr. Gilchrist was obviously a man who understood some important lessons in life. I'm sorry you lost a hero today. This is a wonderful tribute. RIP, Mr. Gilchrist.ReplyDelete
What a wonderful story, Walt. And a girl has to have her heroes too.ReplyDelete
RIP, Mr. Gilchrist.
Yes she does, RJ. Thanks for the props. Means a lot.ReplyDelete
Funny how we learn along the way from Moms & Dads & our heroes in the everyday. This was so special to share in a poem. Well done, Walt.ReplyDelete
WONDERFUL, wonderful poem! Thank you for sharing these memories of yours, and tying it in so neatly. I love this one. You all should get a favorites button one here, so we can put all our favorite poems in one spot and read them all at once. :DReplyDelete