{"id":901,"date":"2012-02-15T20:23:58","date_gmt":"2012-02-16T02:23:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/garyborders.com\/pages\/?p=901"},"modified":"2012-02-19T12:16:24","modified_gmt":"2012-02-19T18:16:24","slug":"the-death-of-a-secondhand-lion","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/garyborders.com\/pages\/the-death-of-a-secondhand-lion\/","title":{"rendered":"Death of a Secondhand Lion"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Sometimes the things that may or may not be true are the things a man needs to believe in the most: that people are basically good. That honor, courage and virtue mean everything, that money and power mean nothing \u2014 that good always triumphs over evil. And I want you to remember this: that love \u2014 true love \u2014 never dies. I want you to remember that, Boy. Doesn\u2019t matter if they\u2019re true or not, you see. A man should believe in those things because those are the things worth believing in.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2014\u00a0\u00a0 Robert Duvall in \u201cSecondhand Lions\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

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Douglassville, Texas \u2014 Brad Teel lived on 90 acres deep in the woods of Northeast Texas. After pulling into the driveway, one first noticed the furrows \u2014 neatly plowed behind wire fences to keep deer out. Some rows were planted while others lay fallow depending on the time of year.<\/p>\n

Brad\u2019s brother, Harris, is my father-in-law. He owns 40 acres across the road, surrounded by forest. Harris mainly lives in town \u2014 except when it comes time to plant or pick crops, run trotlines, or just get away from city life \u2014 such as it is in Gilmer, Texas.<\/p>\n

Brad always called my father-in-law \u201cBoy,\u201d because he was the youngest sibling, though he referred to him as Harris Kent in the third person. Harris reached 80 in October. Brad turned 86 last July. My wife and I nicknamed this pair the Secondhand Lions, after the two grouchy coots in the movie starring Robert Duvall and Michael Caine. The Teel brothers farmed, fussed and fished together for decades. They wore overalls every day. Both became widowers in recent years, first Brad and then Harris. Still they plowed ahead with an organic truck garden that reaped a bounteous harvest upon kith and kin, with plenty left over to sell down at the farmer\u2019s market. Red potatoes and kale, turnip and mustard greens in the winter, spicy peppers nearly yearlong, purple-hull peas and tomatoes by late spring, sweet corn if enough rain fell.<\/p>\n

Then there were the cantaloupes. Any similarity between a Teel-raised cantaloupe and one bought at a supermarket is coincidental. The former tastes like angels strumming harps and heavenly voices singing in perfect harmony. Once one has devoured a Teel-raised cantaloupe it is difficult to spend money on a store-bought version. The watermelons garnered even greater praise, though I have never developed a taste for the fruit. My wife can eat her weight, which isn\u2019t much since she\u2019s tiny, but still. That woman can flat put away some Teel-raised watermelon.<\/p>\n

Brad had quadruple-bypass surgery last year. Except for his heart, the doctor said he had the body of a 50-year-old man. The surgery slowed him down \u2014 much to his considerable irritation \u2014 since Brad only had one speed, and that was full throttle. One of the last times we visited, Brad was resting in a chair outside his house. He had been hooking up a pair of cast-iron plows beneath an ancient tractor \u2014 normally not difficult but likely a challenge for an 85-year-old man recovering from major surgery. Brad was highly irritated because he had put the plows on backward and didn\u2019t have the strength to start over. I finished the job under his direction and received a sack of peppers and some red potatoes in return, if memory serves. I got the best part of that bargain.<\/p>\n

Stories abound. Here\u2019s one from recent years. Harris and Brad were up on the roof of \u201cBoy\u2019s\u201d trailer, making repairs. Brad somehow fell off the roof, taking the ladder with him, leaving Harris stuck on the roof. If you have watched \u201cSecondhand Lions,\u201d this real-life version is perhaps even crustier. Harris kept yelling down at Brad, \u201cHey, Brad, you all right?\u201d over and over. After about five minutes \u2014 which Harris said felt like a week \u2014 Brad stirred and sat up. Harris commenced to yelling at him to put the damn ladder back up so he could get off the roof \u2014 and to be quick about it.<\/p>\n

The two only last week were cutting down a pine tree that died from the drought. Brad drove the tractor while Harris ran the chain saw, both of them grumbling and grousing at each other the whole time, doubtless using colorful vocabulary. The tree got hung up in tree rows, so Brad tried to keep it off the power lines by pulling it with a chain from the tractor, while Harris used the chain saw. Finally they decided they best call the electric company \u2014 what is still called REA in the country \u2014 to finish the job.<\/p>\n

We last saw Brad in early November. We pulled a trailer up to my father-in-law\u2019s farm to bring back a load of firewood, and stopped to say hi to Brad. We borrowed his truck, a shiny Ford F-150, to take Harris\u2019 boat down to the lake and run out the gas to set it up for winter. Before we left, Brad invited us to pick some peppers. I filled a paper grocery bag with Tabasco, jalape\u00f1o, banana and habanera peppers that kept my tongue burning past Christmas.<\/p>\n

Brad\u2019s son-in-law found him dead in his rocking chair earlier this week, a bushel of potatoes and a Buck knife at his side. He sat down to slice the seed potatoes for planting and passed away. He and Harris planned to plant red potatoes soon as the soil dried. Rain has returned to this part of Texas.<\/p>\n

One of the Secondhand Lions is gone. The garden will get planted, with help from Brad\u2019s grown children and Harris, of course. But it won\u2019t be the same. It never is.<\/p>\n

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