Jewell is her name.
High upon a hill she stands
And we will fight to keep her fame.
Loyalty, allegiance
Alma mater true.
We will love thee, serve thee forever.
William Jewell."
-William Jewell College anthem
My dad and I shared a common alma mater, unlike the 5 other members of our family, who graduated from Ouachita Baptist University (then college). Four of my siblings are alums of OBU and my mom went back to school after the last of us started kindergarten and got both her BA and MA from there. Home for the holidays during my college years, we would "honor" the rest of the family with a duet of the above song. Back then, I even had a decent singing voice.
The cardinal was the school mascot as it was the St. Louis MLB team, where Daddy grew up and where I graduated from high school. I have always loved the Cardinals, the WJC Cardinals and the bird. While the male is a vibrant red (and I think that's where the Catholic cardinals got their name, with their brilliant red robes) while the female cardinal is a beautiful tawny browny/light green with orange accents. She too is beautiful...while not as flashy as her hubby, she has an understated elegance.
Daddy was just a little guy when he started going to St. Louis Card games in the 1920's. He and his friends, not having much in the way of pocket money, used to travel by trolley car to the stadium and hang out outside the tall wooden fence, watching the game through the knotholes in the planks.
Years later, somehow, the St. Louis organization tracked him down in Arkansas and honored him as a founding member, and as they were moving stadiums, with an etched brick in the concourse around the stadium. He got a plaque and everything.
So for his entire life, Daddy was the ultimate Cardinal fan, both for his hometeam and for his college team.
The St. Louis Cardinals made the playoffs while I was a student in high school there and played the Detroit Tigers in the World Series. The PA system was sync'd with the radio commentary and we would mightily strive to concentrate on Honors English or World Civ as we listened with one ear to the game. If you took your ticket stubs to the office, you could even get an excused absence, which was a BIG DEAL. Unfortunately, the Tigers were ultimately victorious, although I have always claimed that it was rigged...we were robbed, robbed I tell you.
For years, Daddy had a statue of a cardinal in his garden and I inherited it, along with a graceful mourning dove. To this day, the cardinal watches over my shade garden. So it was with a great deal of pleasure that I had cardinal gangs all winter and they hung around through the spring. Cardinals are very territorial during mating season, but during the winter, they 'gang' together for protection and warmth.
I once got a cardinal stuck in my house. He flew frantically around, banging against the skylights in my great room, seeing sky and not able to get through to it. I have a little device designed for birders which has birdcalls on it. I opened all the windows and doors, stood outside and hit the button for "cardinal call". He came out in a hurry, sure that an interloper had come to scavage his territory.
When I'm gardening, I sometimes talk to Daddy. He was a fabulous gardener and until his later years when he wasn't able to garden anymore, his garden was the talk of the town. There were people at his funeral who said, "I used to drive out of my way to drive by Carl's garden." So today, as I was sitting on my deck and missing my Daddy, I whispered to the male cardinal who lit a mere 10 feet from me, "Are you my Daddy?" His reply was to hop another 2 feet towards me.
I am blessed.
