In all my years of writing columns for The Oregonian and Portland Tribune, I didn’t make my family a part of my work very often.
I didn’t think it was right that they had to share their personal life in public just for the sake of my column once in a while. I always thought there were better things to write about that were less exploitive of my own family.
But since today is Father’s Day and memories of how my late father would have reacted to what’s going on in the world today seem relevant, I figured maybe it is time to write about Bill Jaynes.
My dad has been gone for years now, but I believe everyone who ever met him still treasures his memory. He was one of those men who brightened every room he walked into -- a good man whose word was his bond and his handshake was his contract.
He worked for decades for the Southern Pacific Railroad and Amtrak as a conductor on freight and passenger trains. Worked long and hard.
He managed to find the money somehow to buy both his sons brand-new cars of their choice when they graduated from college and spoiled his grandchildren with his attention. No matter their activities, he was there in the front row to support them.
"Everybody has 'grandpa stories,'" my daughter said Sunday. "I loved him so much."
He was a veteran of World War II, but didn’t talk a whole lot about the experience. I remember his frequent lament that he was shipped off from his base in St. Louis to Europe just a week before the one and only “All-St. Louis” World Series in 1944 and how sad he was to have to miss those games after watching the Cardinals and Browns play all season. And he would speak with tears in his eyes of how it felt to watch some of the New Yorkers sob as their ship passed the Statue of Liberty on its way to war. "They could almost see their house," he would say.
Mostly, though, he would entertain us with stories of his time in Germany and Belgium, painting himself as something of a WWII version of Sgt. Bilko.
He loved his country and was a staunch union man, as were most of the people who worked alongside him on the railroad. He loved sports, his family and his job. And he was a man strong enough that, in his 70s, he bought a backpack, some plane tickets and headed out alone to retrace his steps in the war, in France, Belgium and Germany.
Politics? They usually had a way of raising his blood pressure.
He always stood up for the “little guy” and loved Oregon Senator Wayne Morse, whom he corresponded with on several occasions. That meant he was solidly against the war in Viet Nam, as, of course, was Morse.
He would very often take my brother and me to sports events, most often Portland Beaver games.
But he would usually start those evenings very agitated. And my brother has the same memories of it that I do. My dad, who served this country in its biggest war, was very much against playing the National Anthem before sporting events.
“It makes no sense,” he would say. “They don’t play it before movies or plays or concerts or other things -- why sports?
“I’m sitting here in a cold, damp ballpark with rain dripping off my cap, listening to somebody attempt to sing a song that most people can’t come close to getting right. Why? Why are we doing this? It doesn’t honor the country. It’s not respectful. And look at the poor pitcher out there -- he’s just warmed up, he’s ready to go and now he’s standing there with his cap off as somebody forgets the words to a song.”
And believe me, my father wasn’t angered because he was personally inconvenienced by time wasted or the chilly weather.
He just felt that it was a case of sports teams wrapping themselves up in the flag in order to make themselves look more patriotic -- or to pander to service veterans.
And he just wasn’t having it.
“This doesn’t honor the country or the flag,” he said to me later, when we were adults attending a game. “It’s just wrong. It makes very little sense. It's played so often and so poorly many times that it loses meaning. And people aren’t paying attention. Look around -- they aren’t affected by it."
I’m not sure how my father would have felt about players kneeling during the anthem, but I have a feeling he’d be supportive of their right to do so.
But more to the point, I think he’d probably just offer a suggestion that the anthem be saved for the Super Bowl, first game of the World Series and no other games.
And I know he would have been supportive of the players' right to peacefully demonstrate anyplace where their message wouldn’t get wrapped up in an irrelevant controversy about the flag and the national anthem.
He would probably look at it as an opportunity to point out that a song before a ballgame is no measure of anyone’s love of country or their patriotism. It’s just a song that people hear so frequently it’s often rendered as background noise.
My dad loved his country, you see, but he didn't always love its government. And he wasn't afraid to say so.
We miss you, Dad.