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DAD'S BEST ADVICE

1/31/2018

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The Brownsville, Indiana Lions basketball team, 1929-30.  It's in the Depression, in my father's high school sophomore year in a tiny town between Liberty and Connersville. My dad, Huburt Jobe, is in the middle row, far right, leaning in. He'd be 106 now. He died at 79. We talked about his basketball days a lot. Why did I never ask him to write the names of his teammates? If you have cherished old photos such as this one, ask your loved ones to ID everyone.

It's the last day of January 2018. My dad was born in January 1912 in the tiny town of Brownsville, Indiana. The separate gym, and the three-story brick school, built the same year he was born, are gone. He's been gone a long time, too.

January in Indiana means basketball season, and in my father's heyday, basketball season was the time of his life. Two years after this photo, he was recruited to play college basketball. I can't help thinking it wasn't so common for a boy from the sticks during the Great Depression to continue his basketball career at Earlham College. He went, and for a while, that's how the ball bounced.

Three years after this photo, Dad's father bought a farm north of Brownsville. For the next half century, my grandfather and then father farmed it, and for 32 of those years, Dad was also a school bus driver.

My dad was more than meets the eye. He was an inventor, could make or fix about anything -- because that's what you did as a farmer. He also studied art both on his own and by taking classes, and he painted pictures. He played chess with a passion, and as a young man, played the violin. He loved to roller skate and taught me.

But basketball was his game. He loved to watch Indiana University play on TV, and whenever something was on television that he really wanted to see (such as IU basketball), he pulled his easy chair close to the TV for a front-row seat in our living room. He always followed our high school basketball team.

By the time I came along, born when Dad was nearly 46, the Brownsville Lions would soon consolidate into first Short High School in Liberty, then Union County High School, which is where I graduated 41 years ago.

My father was something of a perfectionist, or at least that was so in the subjects he cared about, such as math. I hated math and found it difficult. When Dad tried to teach me what my schoolteachers couldn't get through, the sparks flew.

Much to Dad's disappointment, I didn't want to play chess and had no particular artistic talent. So on those topics, I couldn't be his companion. But we had our mutually favorite topics. We both loved our swimming and fishing pond where dad taught me to swim and fish. We both loved having ponies and later, my horse around. He set me up well with those and taught me to ride.

But our favorite shared topic was basketball. In the 1970s, our high school had some fine teams. One year we were undefeated. My senior year and the one after, the Patriots won the Connersville sectional. That was big potatoes for us.

I rarely missed a varsity basketball game in high school, and never a home basketball game. My parents had season tickets, too.

Back at home, Dad and I sat up late and talked over each game. Once we thoroughly rehashed the key plays, shining moments, and outlook for what was ahead on the schedule, then we talked about Dad's years as a Brownsville Lion basketball star.

Those were years still precious to him. We talked about his games, and how the game itself was different back then. We discussed how a big shot from a Connersville factory tried to get my grandfather to move the family to Connersville, complete with a job offer, so Dad could be -- horror of horrors -- a Spartan! Why, that was  in the late 1920s and here it was the mid-1970s and we were still outraged by the very notion of such a treasonous offer!

I remember quivering with excitement in the chilly house in the wee hours of the morning over dad's tales, and imagining him at the age of the boys who played for my high school. I never felt closer to him or happier in his presence than those winter nights discussing basketball.

The advice he offered, not what I had expected, is something I've never forgotten.

One year I learned that the Patriots would take part in the Richmond Holiday Tournament. The tourney was a whole year away when I heard the news. This was exciting! What's more, the tournament would include a large Indianapolis school that had a star player. It was as though the rural country kids from Liberty were finally going to get their due and be noticed!

When I heard this, I was babysitting at the neighbors' house. I called Dad to tell him. "I wish it were next year right this minute and we could play in that tournament right now!" I told him.

His reaction took me by surprise. "Don't wish your life away."

Simple. Profound.  I have never wished away time since. Not even wish away a bland day in January. Life is too precious and time passes too quickly to miss out on a single moment.
10 Comments
Connie Parks Call c
1/31/2018 05:58:18 pm

What a great article about Brownsville Lions,it was always a great place and a great school,glad to know your parents,your Dad took us to the Skate in Richmond on his bus,he had many talents. My Dad Warren Parks was very good with Math he taught me Geometry,I never did understand it,oh well,I loved your article . Miss my Dad,he passed away with heart problems

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Donna Cronk
1/31/2018 07:44:14 pm

Awww, thanks, Connie! I'm getting to the age when it means a lot to hear from people who remember my folks. Dad has been gone 26.5 years and mom almost 12 years.

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Elizabeth "Beth" Wilson
1/31/2018 09:01:53 pm

Thank you for sharing this wonderful story Donna. I remember your parents with fondness. I recognized your dad in the photo right away. Never knew he was a basketball superstar!

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Donna Cronk
2/1/2018 03:10:32 pm

Beth! Thanks so much for reading my post. Thanks for your kind remarks about my folks. They've been gone a long time here but will always be as close as my heart.

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Pamela Benjamin
2/1/2018 11:04:04 am

Donna Ilovedreading this thank you for sharing

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Donna Cronk
2/1/2018 03:10:54 pm

I appreciate that, Pam. Thanks for reading and commenting.

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Ward Barley
2/1/2018 03:45:03 pm

What a great picture and story ! I remember working for Hube a few days in the 70,s to earn a few dollars I would shovel hog manure or knock the crust off the top of corn in a dryer lol a $1 and hour lol
You mentioned you wished you would have asked him his teammates names and I bet he would have still remembered them !
He was a great one of a kind man Donna you should be proud

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Donna Cronk
2/1/2018 07:08:25 pm

Ward, I didn’t know you worked for Dad. Thanks for sharing your memories and kind words.
I sure do remember your Dad and the fun we had in gym class playing dodge ball. He was a nice man.

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Debbie M. link
2/11/2018 06:36:56 am

Donna... Our history shapes our future. Your dad (his advice and his passions) is still influencing you today. What a precious gift!

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Donna Cronk
2/11/2018 12:00:10 pm

We never know what we hear or say that will have staying power!

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