The shirt off his back
It was March 1980 at the Fairmont Hotel in San Francisco. The successful IBM salesmen from 1979 were there to attend a 3-day recognition event. By total coincidence, Charlie and I were assigned as roommates. Although we had worked in the same Fayetteville office for a year, we really didn’t know each other. But, I knew Charlie’s reputation of being a very good guy.
This was during the absolute “Heyday” of IBM. And within IBM, these were the days where rigid observance of rules of convention and etiquette were an absolute requirement…………… particularly, in regards to dress. One would not consider attending an IBM event dressed in other than a 3-piece pin stripe suit, white shirt, conservative tie, and black wing-tip shoes. Hard to believe, right?
As we started dressing for the first official event……… an evening banquet……. I discovered to my absolute horror that I had not packed white shirts. This was tantamount to being labeled a fool. It was too late to go shopping and certainly out of the question to attend the banquet. As I sat down to ponder my disgrace, Charlie said, “What’s up?” I told him.
Charlie reached in the closet, withdrew a freshly starched white shirt, and handed it to me. I said, “What’s up?” He said he had brought two and I was welcome to one of them. I said, “Hold on, there are two 4-hour business meetings and two banquets, you will need both of them.” Charlie smiled that wonderful smile and said, “I think we can both manage with one, don’t you?”
He was a “Men’s Large” and I was a “Men’s Small”…………. biggest shirt I ever wore. Collar was pretty loose, but hidden under a suit jacket and vest, no one noticed. Knowing I would be embarrassed, he never mentioned it to anyone and never brought it up again for the next 40 years. We enjoyed more IBM trips together during the next decade and always had wonderful times.
This is a baseball
Charlie asked me to assist him in coaching Babe Ruth Baseball and boy did he understand the game. At the first team meeting each year, Charlie would hold up a baseball, and say, “Gentlemen, this is a baseball.” The boys thought he was nuts. But, he was a master at teaching 14 and 15 year-old boys the fundamentals of the game. By the end of the first practice, they had changed their minds. His teams competed for the championship almost every year.
More importantly, Charlie was interested in the development of their moral character. He taught by his actions, always demonstrating the right way to handle every situation. My son (now almost 50 years old) played for Charlie. When I called to tell him of Charlie’s death, he said, “I have such great memories of Charlie. He was a wonderful coach who added layers to my baseball knowledge. He gave me good lessons about patience, until it became part of me. He also left an indelible mark on my lexicon ... I have been saying "Jiminy Christmas" for well over 30 years because of him.”
Remembrance
“Give (someone) the shirt off one’s back” is defined in Webster’s as: “to do anything to help (someone)”. And, that was the essence of the man.
I will remember Charlie as a man of grace who showed by his actions that he was a Christian.
“Cha-Lee”, you were loved and will be greatly missed.
Bob Harriell