Doug,
I just got on the board and saw this. I have tears in my eyes now. There were so many things I wanted to share with your father. I shared everything I needed to say with my father and when he died last year, I had already mourned the coming of his death for several years before I had to face it. I still cry tears over my dad. I loved him, despite all his faults. I love him now. I still "speak" to him. He taught me how to fix almost anything, he championed everything I tried. He was always my biggest cheerleader. He never found fault with me. That big, uneducated and simple guy, "Duke" was my dad and I miss him so. He was always there for me. He became a dub not because he believe that crap, but because my mom bullied him into it, and even then, he made that religion his own. He was the old man who used to love spending his Saturday mornings peddling magazines. My mother never bothered to do that. She was above that. She was "anointed."
Sorry, Doug. This reply is not about my stuff, but I wanted to use it to let the folks who don't know about me and us know a little bit about my life. This post will be my eulogy to your father.
When I was a boy, and we moved to Granger, Utah and we had no Kingdom Hall there. It was still out in the "sticks." We all drove the miles to the Murray Congregation before we had our own Hall. Doug was a pup. We finally got some land and were ready to build our own hall. And Dick Kelly was the man who was to be the Presiding Overseer. All the other "mature" witnesses didn't even come close to his qualities and qualifications. Dick was a very young man then, but had the proper qualities and Watchtower Credentials(tm). There was Charlie Delullo a drapery installer (great guy with a great sense of humor), Carlos Jones, Cy Peterson, my own Dad and some others who were in line to help run the congregation. I vividly remember the building of the Granger Hall. Those were great days. I was like 13 or 14 years old at the time. Doug Kelly was probably not even potty trained then. Dick Kelly was in charge and we hauled bricks and hod and every weekend we worked like crazy to get it up. The female dubs and their female daughters would spread out a feast for us at lunch. We were all so bright-eyed, naive and just happy to be a part of it.
I gave many, many talks in that Hall. I was married in that Hall on September 9, 1967 to the one, great love of my life. Dick and Verona and their three little ones were always present and always giving positive vibes and good cheer to us. I remember Doug as this little guy in this little suit (and ever-so-serious look on his face) as being the PERFECT dub kid.
I moved to Southern California in April, 1967 and proposed to my great love who lived in a neighborhood close to Granger, Utah. I flew back in September of 1967 to be married in that Hall that was also my Hall from 6th grade until then. I didn't ask Dick Kelly to marry us. I didn't understand Dick Kelly back then. We called him "Jelly Belly" when I was a kid. I was a jerk dub kid. He was the leader in the Cong. and therefore in our minds he was like an enemy. But he never acted like an enemy. He was just doing his job according to Watchtower rules. He was NEVER unkind to me, NEVER said anything that hurt me, NEVER invalidated me and was always there for me. I just didn't know that at the time. I was a jerk teen and thought that all adults were my enemy. Including Dick Kelly who, unfortunately had the job for enforcing Watchtower rules.
I lied on my hours as a pioneer then. I'm sure Dick Kelly knew I was lying, but he never said a word about it.
Dick Kelly had one of the heartiest laughs I've ever heard. When he laughed, he LAUGHED. This sticks in my mind. He was an adjuster (I hope I have this right) for Fireman's Fund for many years and as my own mother told me, made pretty good money for a guy who could have been anything he wanted to be, but sold it all out for the Watchtower Lying Corporation.
There are more stories, but I'm being long-winded here. Doug's mother and my mother are best friends: two nut-balls who found each other and cannot stay away from each other.
I didn't know some things about Doug's mom before we finally connected after over thirty years, but she was also one of my favorite people and still is. She was always cheerful and upbeat and always the "healer" trying to bring me and my own mother back together. I spoke with her right before I buried my own dad and she was the ever-effervecent Verona I remember growing up around. Verona spends her ministry with the old people in homes. This is good. She is a good woman. I know that she's not perfect, but as I said, she is still one of my all-time favorite people.
I wished I would have taken the time to get to really know Dick Kelly, the man.
I'm sorry I didn't do that Doug. I'm still in tears and can say no more right now. Life is so fucking short and so fucking cruel sometimes.
Farkel