“Big Johnny Always Said” – A Father’s Day Memory
Posted on June 8, 2014
By Jacqueline Bennett newsandviewsjb.com
Years after my father’s death he is still quoted on virtually a daily basis by his children and grandchildren – affectionately known to his grand kids as “Big Johnny.”
“Big Johnny always said, ‘Buy American.'” “Big Johnny always said, ‘Never cross a picket line.'” “Big Johnny always said, ‘Tip well, treat service sector workers with respect.'” “Dad always said, ‘Put your emergency brake on before putting your vehicle in park to take pressure off the transmission.'” “Dad always said, ‘Turn your tires curbside out when parking.'”
“Big Johnny/Dad always said, ‘Put your head up, your shoulders back and remember who you are.'”
The list goes on, however, the latter is at the foundation of who he was, how we were brought up and is a phrase I have called upon through difficult times in my life.
Of English heritage and originally from upstate New York, my father’s family owned and operated The Bennett Hotel and Sunny Crest Farm. The Bennett Family of Upstate New York was well-to-do. Although growing up my dad had opportunities such as horseback riding, playing lacrosse and downhill skiing, he and his siblings were reared with the philosophy, “To whom much is given, much is expected.”
Dad was a hard-worker and a man of tremendous integrity and principles. Good manners were very important to him. One particularly vivid memory for me is of my mother (Cecelia), my Aunt June, my sister Candy, my niece Debbie and I out to dinner with my father when the language from a group of men at the next table got salty. My father stood up with his perfect posture, walked over to them, looked them in the eye and in a calm voice told them to clean up their act. They did.
Always, Dad opened doors for my mother, my sisters and me and helped us on with our coats. In contrast to some fathers, my dad loved taking his girls shopping and nothing pleased him more than bringing all of us out – dressed to the nines.
Dad had a memorable laugh. To this day I can recall hearing his laughter while on vacation in Washington D.C. He was riding in a paddle boat with my niece Debbie and nephew Johnny, when Deb and Johnny got into a squabble over who should steer the boat. The situation struck Dad’s funny bone and he laughed and laughed.
As a father and grandfather he was very present in our lives. Someone who no matter what could be depended on. I couldn’t help but think of my dad awhile ago when my niece Maryann was telling of being stuck in a snowstorm in her car. She said she had called her boyfriend for help but followed-up by saying – without a trace of doubt in her voice – “But I knew if he couldn’t, my dad would come get me.” Her dad being Big Johnny’s grandson Mike.
Sunday mornings belonged to my father. He would heat up the griddle and make pancakes for the family. He was meticulous in keeping the lawn mowed and the car polished. He helped my mother with vacuuming and prepared the turkeys for holiday dinners. He taught me to swim and to ride a bike.
My parents had one of the all time great, lasting romances. Among my mother’s favorite stories was of a church dance she attended also attended by my dad and his brothers. “The Bennett Brothers” would nod to one another if they liked the girl they were dancing with – needless to say his brothers nodded to let Dad know they liked my mom, apparently he had been hoping for a chance to talk with her. He asked her to dance and the rest as they say is history. Mom told too of my father walking miles each day to court her.
They married young and both wanted a large family. They had seven children, literally over decades, myself being the youngest. Three sons and four daughters in whom together they instilled a core value system that stayed with us – honesty, hard work and education, education, education.
That Big Johnny’s/Dad’s words still mean so much to all of us is a testament to his influence in our lives and the love and respect we feel for him.
When he was a boy, my dad’s father died. It was a deeply emotional loss for his family. Left with five children, eventually Gram moved them to Connecticut. It was here that my father met my mother.
Big Johnny/Dad always said, she was the love of his life.
(Here’s to all the great dads – remember them on Father’s Day, Sunday, June 15th.)
What a beautiful story, it made me cry. We miss you Big Johnny!