These eulogies were given by Dick's three sons at the memorial service, St. James Episcopal Church, Groveland, October 5.
Pete
One of my fun recent memories with Dad was a beach trip; Dad loved swimming in the cold ocean, and afterward I think we went to Essex for Fried Clams…a very simple but fun day, which was the way Dad liked it. Dad enjoyed the day and said to me “Pete, you really know how to live!” I felt that was about the highest praise I could receive from Dad—of course I responded “thanks Dad, I learned from the best!” Dad definitely knew how to live and he included all of us.
We didn’t do expensive things as a family (there were 6 kids!), but we all grew up loving the outdoors. We learned the basics of camping when we were just old enough to hold a hatchet and cut kindling. I remember getting roused out of bed early on a Saturday to go to Johnson State Park and have a breakfast picnic of cornmeal pancakes cooked on a fire, or all pile into the VW bus to go skiing for a day at King Ridge in NH. Whatever we did together was an adventure… worried that you might have forgotten something? Dad would say “whatever you don’t have you can do without!”
Dad epitomized for me what it means to be a good citizen and a good person. He respected authority but questioned assumptions, in fact sometimes he’d argue the opposite of whatever your point of view was even if he agreed with you just to make you think about it. He was honest and responsible and independent and he expected the same of us. When I did something stupid or irresponsible the harshest punishment Dad needed to administer was to express his disappointment—but that was rare (you had to really mess up…).
I was recently driving down the highway thinking about life…as we all do when we lose someone we love…but I was actually thinking a lot of happy thoughts. I was thinking about the changes we experience, the chapters we go through, and what a wonderful and happy chapter this last 33 years with Helen has been for Dad and for all of us. I was thinking about this next chapter for Helen as well…more changes, the sorrows and the joys to be experienced, the life that continues. As I drove I flipped through the mental photo album of so many shared experiences with Dad—sailing, camping, fixing the car, building the house—all such happy memories; and then I heard the sound of Dad’s two toned whistle and it made my heart jump. It was the whistle Dad used to call us home, to call us to family, to dinner, to rally together, to return to the embrace of parents.
So many people grow up without a father or with only the shadow of a father…we not only had a very present father, we had a great dad. Thanks Pops, you done good.
Ken
Dad was strong… In fact, he’d get a lot stronger by blowing on his thumb to "inflate" his bicep until they looked gigantic to a 4 or 5 year old! He'd then squeeze his thumb to "deflate" his muscle.
Dad was smart… When my high school biology teacher referred to the “blood” on the plate of a rare steak, I blurted out “That’s not blood, it’s cellular juices! My dad told me so!” After I returned from the Principal’s office, my friends asked, so your dad’s a biologist? I said no, he works for the Bell Labs, but you don’t understand, he KNOWS stuff like this! This was not elementary school; this was high school.
Dad was strict… he’d transform into a drill sargent when we got onto the sailboat, where he would demand that the boat be trim and the jib would NOT be allowed to luff. He just wanted it all to be done right.
Dad was stylish… as proven by his crushed fedora in the early years, and then his growing and shaving off beards more times than anyone else I’ve ever seen.
Dad was wise… when he was Santa at church Christmas fairs, he’d ask the kids what they wanted to give their parents for Christmas rather than what they wanted themselves. There must have been some long pauses as the kids tried to figure out this Santa...
Dad was creative… after a long Saturday morning of repair projects around the house when we were young, if mom was out he’d sometimes make us lunch, including bananas sliced lengthwise with mayonnaise and paprika on them. An experience I never had before or after!
Dad was a teacher… he’d often make Christmas gifts for us kids, but he preferred to work together with us to help us make things for each other. Thankfully, we grew up knowing how to fix, mend, or build anything. (or at least, BELIEVING that we could do it, whether it works out right or not).
Dad was genuine… he wanted to have a meaningful church experience for himself and his family. When he felt uncomfortable and unfulfilled by the church we attended when I was young, he asked the minister if they could pray together about it for guidance. When the reverend answered that the prayers were in the prayer book, dad replied… “not MY prayers”, and changed churches.
Dad was confident… confident in himself, confident in his faith in God, and confident in where he was going when this life ended. As much as 15 years ago, he’d recite his special poem about moving out of the “house” which was the physical body he was living in, and that house was not who he was, but merely where his spirit lived for this life before it moved on to the next.
Dad was trusting… he believed in us. He saw the good in us even when we were bad, he gave us advice but was fiercely committed to us making our own mistakes, and he forgave us and continued to care after we did exactly that.
Dad was the best… the world’s best sailor, world’s best driver, best knife sharpener, wood chopper, fire starter, pancake flipper, and gadget fixer. When dad gave us boys haircuts (which was all the time) he’d always ask the next day “Hey, where’d you get that haircut? To which the only correct response was “from the best barber in the world!”.
But most of all, dad was loving… you know there’s a difference between going through the motions to do the right thing, and really caring about people. All those who knew Dick Bates could see that he really cared. You could see it in his love for us and for our mom as we grew up. His concern for others that he worked with and knew. His great love for grandma, and the unwavering love and support that they together have shared with us for the past 30+ years as Grandpa and Grandma. Grandma, Helen, Mom H, for all the love we remember from dad, you have matched him stride for stride, loved us and loved and supported HIM so constantly and unselfishly over all these years. We couldn’t have asked for anything more from a Grandma… or from a Grandpa, dad!
So, in saying goodbye to dad, I’ll just say “well done, our good and faithful Dad”
Doug
"Lord, Lord, Lord, you sure are good to me, and the devil can’t do me no harm." This simple prayer was Dad’s favorite, which I guess he said several thousand times in his life, and it sums up his outlook on life: gratitude, and trust in the Lord.
I’m so happy today! I’m happy to celebrate Dad’s long and wonderful life. I’m happy that I had such an excellent dad. I’m happy that at each visit in recent years, I could say good-bye with a kiss, and “I love you, Dad,” or “I’m so proud of you Dad,” knowing that each one might be the last. I’m happy that just last June, I could groom his nails, rub his back, and take him down to the river and watch him polish off a meatball sub.
Dad was common-sense practical, yet solid in faith. You did not want to get into a debate with him about spiritual truth. Yet he was the salt of the earth. When he naturally put others before himself, it was easy to forget some of the hard knocks he got in his life. Those were in his bones, evidenced in his stature and the reach of his helping hand.
I cannot separate the dad I know as my own from the image I hold of a model father. He is in me, and I in him, and that about says it all.
I’d like to close with one of Dad’s favorite verses, from 2 Corinthians 3:17-18. “Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. And we all, who with unveiled faces contemplate the Lord’s glory, are being transformed into his image with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.” Amen!