Some days in this business, you just can’t think of anything to say. Or, like any other job, you aren’t as excited about being there as others.
And sometimes you have an assignment that makes you remember why you do what you do, as I did this week, getting to listen to Jack Thorpe, son of the great Jim Thorpe.
This sounds a little over the top, but I’m not sure how else to put it. You could feel the greatness in the room as Thorpe shared stories to the gathering at the Moore-Lindsay Historical House as part of its lecture series this fall on football, “Other Traditions: Football in Oklahoma.”
It’s on my short list of favorite people I’ve ever gotten to talk to, up there with meeting Dr. Prentice Gautt during college and the first time I got to meet and begin working with coach Eddie Sutton.
My article on Thorpe’s speech appeared in Saturday’s Transcript and is also available online here http://www.normantranscript.com/localnews/local_story_283021548.
I wish I could have written 5 times as much as I did, but I suspect my editor would have dug her white fangs into me for turning in such a long piece.
However, through the miracle of the Internet, and the fact they’ve given me a blog here, I now get to share a few stories here.
* In his later years, Thorpe spent time around the Hollywood scene, working on several movie sets and also doing his best to help Indians get equal pay for their work.
During breaks in filming, Thorpe would show off, and once he demonstrated his strength by taking a sledge hammer by the handle, holding it straight out in front of him, slowly lifting it up until the end of it touched his nose, then lowering it back.
A lead actor saw this and thought “hey, that’s easy,” so he picked up the sledge hammer and promptly whacked himself in the forehead.
Things only got worse later as he confronted Thorpe about it. He took one swing and then the fight ended as most did for people who confronted Thorpe, with one punch and the opponent “knocked out,” his son remembered.
* Jack Thorpe spends quite a bit of time lecturing about his father and often brings his wife along.
Her name is Matilda, but she prefers to go by “Babs,” Jack explained. But he recalled a night that he crossed himself up and suddenly drew a blank on what to call her, so he asked her what her name was.
“I haven’t made that mistake again,” he said as the crowd laughed heartily.
* His father’s college days were spent at the Carlisle Institute in Pennsylvania, where he was part of many of the schools’ athletic teams.
The famous picture of Thorpe wearing an early football jersey was from those days, when he also was a baseball star. He played football for coach Glenn “Pop” Warner there.
After winning his two gold medals at the 1912 Olympics, Thorpe elected to go back and finish up at Carlisle rather than go on a national tour of Olympic stars.
* A gentleman who unfortunately got out of Thursday’s speech too quickly for me to get his name told a super story to Jack about his son’s experience with Jim Thorpe. He had been selected to participate in a special event honoring Thorpe several years back at Carlisle.
The event invited in top Indian athletes from around the country and the boy, was at the time a top cross country runner.
His’s father said the son “just had to run around that track Jim Thorpe ran around one time while he was there.”
He said his son is competing for a spot on a future Olympic team, hoping to follow in Thorpe’s footsteps. I hope someone will read this and get me some more information about this young man.
* Jack’s mother was Thorpe’s second of three wives. She actually died just two years ago, at age 102.
She was 4-foot-11 and birthed four children, all of whom weighed more than 11 pounds.
“After I was born, the doctor said, no more,” Jack said with a laugh.
* Jack recalled being about 7 years old and out on a football field with his brothers and their 58-year-old dad.
“He was drop-kicking the football 65, 70, 80 yards at a time. He was 58 years old!”
* Jack remembers the best advice he ever got from his father.
“He always had this attitude that there’s no such thing as ‘can’t.’ I stand here and can still remember his voice saying that.”
Simple but sage. I think I’ll take it to heart also.