My Dad Knew Everybody

My Dad knew everybody or, at least, it seemed that way to me. For years he worked in Hoaglin’s Department Store, and the Byrd’s Shoe Company that eventually became Tompkins’s Shoe store. He finished up his career at Roederer’s Clothing store. In all that time he went out of his way to know his customers. He could call them by name and knew almost everything about their family. He knew where they lived and who their relatives were. He had a remarkable ability to keep everyone straight.

Often when he met somebody new he could tell him or her who his or her relatives were. Sometimes people came to him to get their family history because they knew he would know. Dad was especially good at figuring out how people were related to us. To this day I think just about everyone in the Wayland area is related to us.

When we traveled and stopped in towns he would sometimes spend hours talking to people and trying to make some connection, no matter how remote, with them. Remarkably, he was able to do it many times. He liked to go in clothing and shoe stores in far away places and talk shop with the workers.

In Spearfish, South Dakota, he made some connection with someone who knew someone who had moved from Mt. Pleasant to the Rapid City area. At the Smithsonian in Washington, DC he made connections with someone who was a friend of someone Dad knew at Iowa Wesleyan College. It happened like that all the time.

His gift of conversation made him a good salesman. In the case of the jobs at
Byrd’s and Roederer’s he was actually recruited by the owners. After he retired he was frequently recruited by stores to fill in for vacations, help out with sales and other occasions by local stores and stores as far away as the mall in Burlington. No matter where he was he was making connections with other people. Today, that is called networking.

Years later, in the 1980s when I started taking classes at the University of Iowa he occasionally came along with me. Dad was in his late 70s or early 80s during that time. He would spend the entire time I was in class wandering around downtown Iowa City talking to people. He didn’t think much of the college students who worked in the stores in the mall but developed a relationship with the theater manager there. The guy had relatives in Fairfield so by the time Dad had done his research and Dad made his second visit with me he knew more about the guy’s family than he did.

Once we were walking through the mall heading for the parking ramp and the guy from the theater yelled, ”Hey Pat!” greeting Dad as if they were old friends. In the parking ramp that same evening we ran in someone from Washington, Iowa, that Dad knew for some reason. I could only shake my head in amazement.

My Dad once described someone who knew a lot of people in our area as “someone who cuts a wide path.” Dad cut a wide path!