The man with the check over his head is my father, Jack Hicks Hopper,
the year he was captain of the Polo Team at the University of Arizona!
Circa 1932-1933
I just about wore these yearbooks out;
they were always in the tall shelf at the bottom of the bookcase.
Circa 1932-1933
I just about wore these yearbooks out;
they were always in the tall shelf at the bottom of the bookcase.
And here is the song my brother, Robert (1945-1997)
wrote about my father and often sang with his guitar.
Look for the Polo Pony Ace!
Briefcase
with Initials
for
jhh
You were high and handsome, I was
two feet tall.
You were strong and skillful, I was
weak and small.
You held your shoulders high above
the ground.
Your red-faced laughing hearty
warming sound.
Your thick black hair, your broad
Clark Gable face
set off a picture slim and fair to
see.
Some yearbook picture polo pony ace
looks through his rimless glasses
down at me.
A
father is to son as big to small;
it’s
hard to get to know the man at all.
Double-breasted suits and bright
red ties,
a special voice for praying deep
and wise,
you kept your distance from our hazy days.
You brought surprising punishment
and praise.
A briefcase with initials on the
side,
a block of ice for doing homemade
ice cream,
some land a hundred forty acres
wide,
I help you in the garden in my
dream.
You know I love you Dad, sometimes
I told you.
You grew small and frail then when
my long arms hold you.
You never told me what, and rarely
showed me how.
I see the world through your steel
blue eyes now.
Now kids look up at me and smile
and lie.
I ask them can’t they please go
play outside.
They ask to look at pictures from
back when.
They look like I look ten feet tall
to them.
Say Dad, did they have cars when
you were small?
Did you know Mom when you were a
kid?
How old is our Granddaddy after all?
Do we do things that you and your
daddy did?
A
father is to son as big to small.
It’s
hard to get to know the man at all.’
1977, 1987; Sing in C
Robert Hopper
And here is the rest of the team!
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