Michael Josephson once said, "What will matter is not your success but your significance..."
I have to agree.
And while Maynard
William Bland had great success,
this is a time to
remember the significance of the man known as:
Maynard,
MW,
Dr. Bland,
Doc,
Daddy,
Dad,
And
Papa;
The son,
the brother,
the doctor,
the friend,
the co-worker,
the father,
grandfather,
and great-grandfather.
How do you begin to pay
tribute to such a man. A man who was loving, complicated, passionate, stubborn,
and brilliant.
He was a gifted doctor,
a prankster and a story teller extraordinaire.
Dad loved people and in
doing so he made memories with all of us
or as Garrison Keillor
says stories.
Right now, I’m sure we
are all recalling those stories.
Our own moments with
this man who was probably the most colorful character any story could ever
include.
I asked my aunt and uncle
to tell me about dad when he was younger because I knew he was quite the
pistol.
I love my Uncle Edward’s
response, “he was not just a pistol, he was a rifle.
That sounds about right,
although if we are to do
gun analogies perhaps the ole time Gaitlin gun –
might be the best comparison
– rapid fire!
Over this last week, we
listened to a lot of hymns, thank you BJ. But every now and again I would mix
it up with a few Broadway tunes (Did you know Doc loved show tunes? Camelot, My
Fair Lady, Fiddler on the Roof), Louie Armstrong, Contemporary Christian and
Country.
One of my favorite songs
by Randy Travis is Three Wooden Crosses.
"There are three wooden
crosses on the right side of the highway
Why there's not four of them, Heaven only knows
I guess it's not what you take when you leave this world behind you
It's what you leave behind you when you go…"
Why there's not four of them, Heaven only knows
I guess it's not what you take when you leave this world behind you
It's what you leave behind you when you go…"
It goes on to say…
"That farmer left a
harvest, a home and eighty acres
The faith an' love for growin' things in his young son's heart
An' that teacher left her wisdom in the minds of lots of children
Did her best to give 'em all a better start"
The faith an' love for growin' things in his young son's heart
An' that teacher left her wisdom in the minds of lots of children
Did her best to give 'em all a better start"
Well dad, left a lot
behind him.
Allison, he loved
animals. BJ tells me he once snuck a flying squirrel into the house and was
raising it until it got out of his room. Wow, wouldn’t you have liked to be a
‘squirrel on the wall’ to take in the chaos that followed.
Not unlike the time you
snuck a dead horseshoe crab into the trunk on the way home from Hilton Head. From
what I heard the car started smelling and for a week no one could find the
source of the odor…. until Dad finally opened the trunk. I bet that was quite a
moment.
Bo, dad loved the
outdoors and adventure. BJ tells me that after he graduated Furman he traveled
with some class mates to Alaska to hunt for gold. The goal was to find enough
gold to pay for his first year of medical school. Well, apparently they all
ended up needing help to get home, no gold, but what an adventure.
Jordan, dad loved
history and medicine. This fascination with medicine and history is a wonderful
inheritance. As I look at the grandchildren and great-grandchildren, I see
these same themes, same loves and strengths continuing on.
"I guess it's not what
you take when you leave this world behind you
It's what you leave behind you when you go…"
It's what you leave behind you when you go…"
I’m told he once held
his sisters Miriam and BJ hostage behind a tree
with a BB gun and ordered
them not to come out.
Miriam defied BJ’s sisterly warning not to
move, he was after all her brother.
She stuck her leg out, only
to be shot…
probably with the same
gun he used to nail a teacher in the behind,
as she innocently bent
over to work in her yard.
Fortunately
for all of us, he was as smart and as devoted as he was precocious.
He later
became a General Practitioner in Ft. Inn serving for almost 60 years,
one of the
youngest physicians ever licensed in the state of SC.
Dad had an
awesome sense of humor.
Nothing delighted
him more than a well-planned prank or a well-timed joke.
Yet, he was passionate
and intense about justice, excellence, history, and politics.
He was a
loyal soul.
Our whole
life we watched as he cared tirelessly for this community.
To say we
admired him is an understatement.
Monday
through Saturday he worked in the office...Sunday if needed.
Wednesday
afternoons he went golfing or hunting...
if he got off
work in time.
Each day
after seeing the last patients in the office,
he would go
check on his patients in the hospital.
After seeing
these patients and charting,
he would go
home, have supper and then go make house calls....
Yes, HOUSE
CALLS!
Then he
would get up the next day and do it all again...for years on end.
In his spare time
he raised two families.
Suffice it
to say, we have shared our dad with our hometown...
Sometimes
this was not always easy;
but we sensed then
what we know now,
it was the
right thing to do.
It would
seem as if this work schedule was grueling enough.
However,
apparently Dad found enough spare time the first twenty years in private
practice to deliver babies in his office and at the hospital!
We still
chuckle when we recall how my sister Allison proudly informed a nurse at the
hospital,
"My
daddy made that baby."
Hmmm.... did
he now?
He is proud
to say he never lost a mom.
Only one
infant was lost due to a congenital heart malformation.
As a former
labor and delivery nurse, this record in and of itself, is amazing.
There
in his office, in this hometown clinic, we watched
and learned
more than we ever realized.
Oh, how
true, "more is caught than taught."
This humble
clinic in this small town is where we learned the most important lessons in
life.
"I guess "it's not what
you take when you leave this world behind you
It's what you leave behind you when you go…"
It's what you leave behind you when you go…"
We love you,
Daddy. We are comforted knowing that you are in heaven. And one day we will see
you again.
For those of us left
without him I draw great comfort from the words of
Peter Marshall. And I
would like to share them with you.
“Those we love are with the Lord
And the Lord has
promised to be with us.
If they are with Him,
And He is with us,
They cannot be far
away”.