Gordon Salyers: In Memoriam
I wrote this post on June 24 and sent it to family, friends, and colleagues.
Dear Family and
Friends,
I am beginning this letter on the train from Haifa to Ben
Gurion Airport. I moved to a window seat
on the right side of the car so that I could see the Mediterranean, but I
mostly catch glimpses through industrial areas and medium-rise apartments whose
designer chose not to squander his imagination on living spaces. Oh, there it is, just a few hundred feet away. Maybe I will catch the sunset.
I’m leaving the country early to be with Laura, Sarah, and
my in-laws at the memorial service for Laura’s father, Gordon Salyers. He died yesterday after a prolonged decline
following a stroke around five years ago.
At Shikhin, my parents, Aaron Carr, and Dr.s Denny and Connie Groh will
complete the final drawings, supervise the backfilling of our archaeological
squares, and see to the storage of our artifacts. I am profoundly grateful for their help.
I am also grateful for Gordon, for he helped Laura to become
the woman I love, and he was also so important to Sarah, especially during
those first five years of her life before we met.
He was someone to admire.
His father abandoned the family, leaving Gordon to assume
responsibilities at an age when no one should have to do such a thing. It is apparent to me that Gordon made a
decision that he would become a different sort of man. He married Betty and the two raised their
three children together in Miami and Lexington, Kentucky. Gordon became the provider that his own
father chose not to be. He did it by
graduating with a Bachelor’s degree from the University of Miami, serving his
country in the Air Force, and ending up at IBM where he worked very hard at
sales and marketing, at which he was quite successful. He became a Regional Director (I might not
get all the terminology right) and was able to retire in his late 50s to a life
filled mostly with golf and long vacations in North Carolina.
One of my favorite memories of Gordon is watching him dance
with Betty at their fiftieth wedding anniversary celebration. In Phil’s (eldest son) and Janet’s (daughter-in-law)
living room, Betty enthusiastically stepped and turned in bare feet while
Gordon appeared to stand still. But if
you watched carefully, you could see his feet making small steps in all the
right ways and his hands deftly moving Betty through her turns with understated
bends of the wrist and subtle pressure on the small of the back. But what I remember most is his smile. I’d never seen that expression on his
face. Gordon had a great smile, but this
one was different than the one that he put on for photos. His eyes never left Betty, and his lips
turned up delicately in the unvarnished pleasure of dancing with his wife of
fifty years. I love dancing with my wife
too, but I’m glad that on that night I did not, for I got to see this sight
instead. It was a gift and a delight.
So I end the inaugural season of the Excavations at Shikhin
thinking little about the project. Later
there will be time for combing through the data and composing a preliminary
report. This train ride is a time for
thanking God for Gordon Salyers. His
decision about family, made those years ago, lives on in his children and grandchildren. It is certainly present in my household.
The train is nearing Tel Aviv and the sun has set into the
Mediterranean.
May Gordon Salyers’ memory be a blessing.
James
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