NOTE: This was written in Sept 2000, eight years before my father passed away at the age of 89. I've compiled much genealogical data on my father's Player (paternal) and Weiser (maternal) lines. Please contact me via email at: <a>[email protected]</a>.
Gosh, when I look back over the nearly 50 years I've known my dad,Glen S. Player, MD, we've been through so much together! I remember trips to Orcas island, Yakima (east of the mountains), Banff, Lake Louise and Disneyland. We used to go visit Grandma Myrtle on the weekends. She'd fix baked chicken for Sunday dinner. (Hand over those chicken bones, for her to "clean" off every last bite!) I can recall the peculiar smell of the model airplane fuel as dad would help us fly our two-foot wing spanner in the field out back behind Grandma Myrtle's home in Puyallup, Washington.
Dad is very ingenious, having designed and constructed the retractable swimming pool cover back in the 1960s. He figured out a "drip system" to automatically water all the potted plants on the several decks and patios around the house. Now these systems are sold as a matter of course at most home improvement garden shops.
Dad taught us to do our very best at anything we decide to do. Nothing half-way about it would do. Honesty and a hard-day's work were his requirements of a good life. Manys the time I sat waiting for him to do his hospital rounds before and after going to the office with him on summer vacations. I don't think I really helped all that much, but I did enjoy seeing how his patients loved him!
Not only did Dad make us work hard -- we played hard too! He taught us to water ski on Lake Washington, but wasn't satisfied with simple slalom or banana skiis. He build an aqua-plane and a round "discus" to add to our repertoire of "Cypress Gardens"-type ski stunts. Dad was always adjusting the retractable rope tow assemblies.
I remember skipping back and forth across the wake, ducking under the longer ski rope pulling my brother Mike, or step-brothers Dan and Jim. Several times he made me stand or kneel on the shoulders of two of these strong siblings! They had the courage to go over the ski jump on the lake, but I always chickened out.
In those days dad's 20-24 foot Sea Ray had a Mercury outboard motor. (I don't recall the horsepower (maybe 350?), but it was a HUGE black thing!) Now Dad prefers Sea Rays with the OMC stern drive. The newer bow-rider models are ideal for coming in to the shallow waters surrounding the San Juan Islands up in the Straits of Juan de Fuca. What camping adventures Dad had with my brothers! How he loved taking my girls out to "Puffin Island" and over to Roach Harbor for dinner on the water front, and the traditional flag lowering ceremony at sunset. The young marrieds preferred going to Bilbo's for Mexican.
These days my Dad is taking it easy more. He's given the keys of the boat to my brother Mike (after all, he's done most of the engine overhauls throughout the years!) Dad's active in his church work, and gets a big kick out of the fact that I use him mom's first name as my genealogy column nom de plume! Sometimes I swear Dad purposefully forgets to put in those hearing aids! He has recovered from his stroke and heart problems enough to continue walking the dog around the lake at Medina Park.