Hector Jourdain: A Modest Man, Life and Legacy

Today would have been dad’s 87th birthday. He wanted to live until he was 90. He also wanted to live out his days in his house, which he did. He was a walking miracle over the last few decades of his life. He was sustained by a strong will to live and a deep faith.

Over the years and various health crises he kept adjusting his ideas of what good quality of life meant for him until he reached the point where he could not see beyond sitting and sleeping in his chair and making his way into and through the kitchen to the back door or the bathroom. He knew he could no longer find his way downstairs to the “magnet” in the basement that was the Bluefin model he was working on.

71 - 32087394_10155921192792740_8555127562852892672_nDad was partly defined by the patterns of his generation. He craved relationship with family and friends, with my children and their partners. Although everyone valued their relationship with him, he wished it could be more. The pattern of his generation is that it was the younger ones who minded the older ones. My mother always used to say, “Age before beauty.” It was another way of voicing respect for your elders.

My father taught me the importance of nurturing relationship. Our relationship grew over the last decade of his life. I learned a good pattern of checking in with him by phone or by visit. I used to leave him a list of my travel plans so he knew where I was when. If I called too often, he would get irritable. If I didn’t call often enough, he got irritable. I know he was lonely and he missed my mother and he wished my brother and I would visit more often and for longer.

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My mother had been in long term care for awhile when this picture was taken on some special occasion. In this picture, you can see the love my father had for my mother radiating out in his gaze.

His desire for relationship stays present with me as I reflect on what is the relationship I want with my children and grandchildren? How do I make sure I nurture and sustain them, individually and collectively? This applies to my partner, my siblings and other close relationships too. It is easy to lose track of people, even people who have been close and for far too much time to go by without reaching out.

My brother and I are now charged with the dismantling of dad’s house, which is akin to the dismantling of the physical aspects of his life. Some things are easy. There are books that are decades old that nobody has read in forever, papers that were important to dad but of no value to anyone else, things that have accumulated over the years that were part of dad’s day to day existence but, again, of no value to anyone else.

There are other things that have value and that are harder to deal with. My father was careful with his money. He often worried about whether he would have enough money to live out his days. He did. Robert and I were reflecting on how dad never threw out any furniture and some of it is from when mom and dad got married 62 years ago.

Very little expense was spared for the Bluefin, for his machining workshop where he repaired engines or his woodworking workshop where he built rowboats, repaired a canoe and worked on the model of the Bluefin. But there was not a penny spent without careful consideration and a lot of thought about whether it was the right choice. He has boxes and boxes of screws, nails, washers, fittings and so much more, because he could see potential in them. He often said he should probably get rid of some things but as soon as he did he would need it. Now Robert and I need to figure out what to do with it all.

My father’s parents had been millionaires in their lifetimes. My mother’s parents hadn’t been millionaires to my knowledge, but they lived well enough. My grandmothers each outlived my grandfathers by 2 or 3 decades. In the end, when they all left this world, there was no inheritance left for my parents for a variety of valid reasons.

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Summer 2019. Painting the porch had been on his mind. I finally took charge and did what I could for him.

My father was a self made man. I’m sure he is satisfied that he managed his affairs well and well enough that there is a legacy left for me and my brother. It certainly isn’t millions. It is a modest amount that reflects the modest lifestyle of a modest man.

Happy birthday dad. Know you are remembered well and will always be loved by so many of us still walking on this side of the veil.

6 thoughts on “Hector Jourdain: A Modest Man, Life and Legacy

  1. Diane Skinner says:

    Kathy , your story so well written. I’m sure that they have left you and your brother the important values of life . Their lives seemed to be the sign of the times, nothing wasted. After Kent passed and I remarried after a few years , I decided to sell . I still had so many things that we had when we married 60 years before. We never wasted and almost everything was saved, so valued. I guess it was our era in which we were brought up. ” Waste not, want not”
    Era. My thoughts are with you . Hugs

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      • Robert Millar says:

        Kathy, your father’s true legacy is within you. The way you speak of him, the story you tell, this comes from a deep relationship connection. I do not know you all that well, but after reading your story, I have a deeper understanding of who you are, and how your father impacted your life. I have been through the “dismantling” myself, and it can be both sweet and sorrowful. Enjoy the good memories brought on by the process.

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  2. cathytpollock@gmail.com says:

    Hi Kathy What a lovely tribute to your Dad. We miss him! I hope you and your family, and Robert are Ok. I do remember sorting out my parents house. They were very much like your dad – kept EVERYTHING! It was an emotionally draining task – but also therapeutic.

    Thinking of you! Kind regards, Cathy and John

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  3. Kathy Jourdain says:

    Hi Cathy and John, thank you for your kind thoughts once again. It is interesting work to clear out the house. We took the carpets up and that was the first step in it not feeling like his house so much. We have had to be ruthless in throwing things away. I’ve apologized more than once to my father :). I just found it in me to list some of the equipment in the shop for sale. That is harder than most of the stuff in the house since it so defined who he is. Kathy

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