Tommy Hervey

I first met Tommy Hervey as a toddler of 2 or 3. In a world of “who are all these people?”, he stood out as someone who seemed to like me a lot. The first joke I really remember was the old “Listen to my tummy” and then the glass of water. I loved that gag! I loved Dad from the start too. He was just what I needed, and, as it turns out, he was right about everything.

Dad has a son named Tommy Lindsey. We loved Baby Tommy from the gate. With 4 of us we formed a powerful force. Add Willy, Susie and Sherry, and we were unstoppable. There is a film of all us laying sod in Gramma n Grampa Spelker’s new backyard somewhere [Inset Film Clip].

Dad’s Mom, Sudie was the sweetest little lady you’d ever want to meet. She took us all in like Dad did with no questions and no reservations. She loved him so much and was so proud you could see her eyes actually light up when Tommy came into the room. I owe my love of cooking and so much more to Gramma Sue.

It was a family tradition at the Hervey House to go over to Sudie and Roland’s on a regular basis to try out her latest recipes and watch some college football with Grampa. Sometimes Pat and Frank would squeeze into that little mobile home and we’d all have good times while Sudie blushed at everything slightly off color. She was a treasure.

Dad taught me skills he learned while growing up in Dinuba, California in the 50’s. One that comes directly to mind is the slingshot. I was probably 8 years old when Dad taught me the fine art of woodcarving and toolmaking. I think that his Daddy taught him to use a knife and he wanted to be sure that I could. It turns out I was going to have to defend myself against Janie’s butter knife throwing skills soon enough as well.
We hiked the irrigation canals looking for strong flexible branches. A lot of people might have carried a whittlin knife around with them in those days in Turlock, but Dad was most recently from El Monte. He had his self a straight razor to make slingshots with. Now, at 8 years old I already knew I was special (I could see through walls) and that I pretty much knew how to do most simple things, but, when I saw the detail, and the precision, that Dad put into making my slingshot, I knew right then that I was part of an amazing universe with unlimited possiblities. Link To Slingshot Plans.

When I was about 10, Dad made sure I was going to be able to shoot things with conviction and hunger so he asked Santa on my behalf for a Daisy BB gun. He taught me rifle and gun safety straight from the marine’s manual and bb recovery and reclamation. Dad has solid common sense and a troubleshooters sensibility that makes it a pleasure to work with him on any kind of project; work or play. He’s a wonderful teacher with enthusiastic rythym and charm.
He taught me everything I know. I’m still trying to learn the rest of what he taught me. I love you Dad.


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