Now that I’ve reached the age of 50, I find myself going to funerals more often.
I suppose that’s a good sign. It shows, I hope, that my family’s deep Arkansas roots have allowed us to make many friends across this state.
But it also shows that we’re losing the men and women of my parents’ generation on a regular basis now.
With my own father in a nursing home and unable to travel, I sometimes find myself sitting where he should have been sitting. Such was the case today as I sat with the honorary pallbearers at a memorial service for Charles Marshall “Ike” Sharp. I shared the pew mostly with men of my father’s generation, but I always appreciate the opportunity to fill in for my dad. I like nothing better than being recognized as Red Nelson’s son.
The man we had come to honor was always Mr. Sharp or Coach Sharp to me. For this post, though, let’s call him what my dad called him — simply Ike.
More than once in recent months, I’ve found my dad either calling me Ike or asking for Ike as the dementia takes hold. Their friendship spanned the decades. It also spanned the miles since the Sharp family lived more than 1,000 miles away in Douglas, Ariz., for 27 years before returning to Arkansas in 1983.
I now count the youngest of the three Sharp children — David, the athletic director at Ouachita Baptist University — among my closest friends. I’ve also known David’s sister Jane and his older brother Paul since they were Ouachita students.
I stepped outside last night during the funeral home visitation to visit with Paul. We determined that our fathers’ stories are remarkably similar. You know, they really were part of the Greatest Generation.
Both were raised in Arkansas during the Great Depression. Both came from relatively poor families. Both were given the opportunity to attend college at Ouachita and play football. Both met the loves of their lives at Ouachita, women to whom they would remain married for more than half a century. Both became high school coaches when they graduated from college. Both had two sons and one daughter. Both continued to love the sport of football and love Ouachita.
During today’s service, Paul said a perfect day for his father would likely be a fall Saturday when Ouachita won, the Razorbacks won and “that team across the street” (with all due respect to my many friends from Henderson) lost.
Ike was born south of Warren in the Bradley County community of Vick. He was the youngest of three children. His sister was 12 years older and his brother was 14 years older.
“His father had a man who worked with him who had been taken in by the family,” Paul said. “He was about 50 years old at the time of dad’s birth, and he had never been married or had any children. He was a big man, 6-4 and weighing about 350 pounds. He immediately took a liking to my dad. He would bounce him on his knee and take him for walks after work. He was known as Big Ike, and he started calling my dad Little Ike.
The Ike stuck.
By the time Ike started school, his brother and sister had married and moved out. So he was pretty much raised as an only child. However, his dad had seven siblings and his mom had five siblings. Those 12 sets of aunts and uncles would produce 77 first cousins. Paul said his father could name all of them and the families to whom they belonged.
Ike’s father died when Ike was just 7. He was raised by his mother. Life in rural Arkansas was tough during the Depression. It was even tougher with no father at home. Paul said Ike could remember living in 13 places as the mother bounced from job to job. He once attended three schools in the same school year.
“This would make an impact on him at an early age,” Paul said. “It inspired my dad. He knew that when he grew up and had his family, he wanted to find a place to settle down and stay there.”
Paul said two of the happiest years of his father’s childhood were when he was in the eighth and the ninth grades. That’s because his mother had found a job as a cook at an orphanage in Monticello and was allowed to live at the orphanage. That meant plenty of playmates for Ike.
“He saw his first football game in the ninth grade and immediately fell in love with the sport,” Paul said. “He also played in the first game he ever saw. He remembered that they beat Dermott by a score of 6-0.”
During Ike’s senior year at Warren High School, a Warren resident contacted her brother-in-law, who happened to manage the bookstore at Ouachita. She sold her brother-in-law on Ike’s athletic and academic abilities. So it was that Ike Sharp ended up on the Arkadelphia campus in the fall of 1947.
“Dad was able to get a summer job at the lumber mill,” Paul said. “For the first time in his life, he had a little money in his pocket. Toward the end of the summer, he went to his boss at the mill and told him he had decided not to go to college. He instead just wanted to keep working. His boss said, ‘Ike, that’s fine, but where are you going to work?’ He told his boss he wanted to continue to work at the mill. The boss let him know in no uncertain terms that he needed to go to college. Dad was forever grateful for that persuasive talk.”
The similarities with my own father are almost eerie.
As I’ve written before, my father was given a chance to play football at Ouachita for legendary coach Bill Walton. But during the summer, my dad worked for the Chicago Bridge & Iron Co. as it built an aluminum plant near Bauxite. World War II was in progress, and the need for increased aluminum production was considered a national security issue. Dad was paid union wages and suddenly found himself making more than his own father, who doubled as the street superintendent and a fireman for the city of Benton.
My father was offered the chance the continue working for Chicago Bridge & Iron on construction projects around the world. It sounded exciting to him. He had never traveled far from Saline County.
My grandmother, however, had other ideas. She wanted him to earn that college degree. She saw to it that Coach Walton drove him to Arkadelphia for “a visit” and then refused to bring him home to Benton. Stuck in Arkadelphia without the money for a train ticket or a bus ticket, my dad decided he might as well enroll in school and play football.
Dad returned to Ouachita after two years of serving in the Army Air Corps and met my mother after the war. He also met Ike Sharp, who was a freshman football player when my dad was a senior. When my father accepted a coaching job at Newport High School the next summer, it was Ike who found a pickup truck and helped my parents move their few possessions from Clark County to Jackson County.
Ike was introduced to Billie, who would become his wife, on the steps of the Ouachita bookstore. He asked her out on a Friday night. Being quite the romantic, Ike took her to an Arkadelphia High School Football game.
She had agreed to that first date on the condition he would attend church with her on Sunday. Ike had to play a football game that Saturday against the Muleriders from Magnolia A&M and cracked two ribs during the game.
“But on Sunday morning, my dad dressed up in his suit,” Paul said. “He was in pain, but he went to church.”
They went to the sanctuary of the First Baptist Church of Arkadelphia, the same place where today’s memorial service was held. After teaching and coaching in Mountain Home and Prescott, Ike took the job in Arizona. It’s the place where he would raise his family.
Strangely enough, he would discover after moving there that one of those 77 cousins also lived in Douglas.
Ike and Billie Sharp returned to their Arkansas roots in 1983, and Ike worked with my father at Southwest Sporting Goods Co. in Arkadelphia. The Sharps later would serve as dorm parents at Ouachita for a dozen years. They were known by the students as Mom and Pop Sharp.
“Mom helped many a young man with class assignments, and my dad helped keep those Baptist boys in line,” Paul said.
Several of Ike’s former players came all the way from Arizona for today’s service. I’m reminded anew of the impact great teachers and coaches can have on young people.
My father left coaching in 1952 to enter the sporting goods business. But 58 years later, some of his former players still call my home to ask me how he’s doing. One of those former Newport Greyhounds, a doctor in Camden, called just the other night.
They were raised in small Arkansas towns during the Great Depression, but they overcame adversity. They influenced young people in a positive way and raised their own children with a combination of discipline and love. They remained loyal to their wives, loyal to their schools, loyal to their friends and loyal to their churches through the decades.
They truly were part of the Greatest Generation.
If I can be half the man that Ike Sharp and Red Nelson have been, I will consider my life a success.
Very nice Rex, I hate that the subject matter of your blogs has several times been tinged with sadness as this genreation of heroes begins to fade away. Your gift as a storyteller helps us understand how great that generation was, what a successful life is all about and what the definition is of a real man, a good man.
I followed Mr. Sharp’s battle these last few months on Jane’s facebook. His fight was much like my Dad’s which ended just three months ago, and like him, he fought hard.
My Dad was very fond of Ike and Ol’ Red Nelson (he always called your Dad Ol’ Red when he talked about him. )
As much as it hurts us losing men like Ike Sharp, Dad, Dr. Coppenger, Dr. Goodson, Mac – heaven’s roster keeps geting better.
Ike was a great man. I am lucky to have known him. When I was in school at OBU, it was Mr. Sharp I most often did business with at SW Sporting Goods. Mark Taylor and I would often go into SW to get supplies for the OBU football team. Ike was always happy to help us and visit while we all talked football. I also knew Ike and his wife when they were dorm parents at Daniel Hall at OBU. I am honored to have known such a good man as Ike Sharp and am happy to know his family. He will be greatly missed.
Ike was a wonderful man! I was lucky to have met him during my brief time at Ouachita Baptist University. There wasn’t a time I didn’t talk with him that after leaving a conversation that I felt unhappy. He always meant what he said. He will be missed not only from family and friends, but the entire Ouachita Baptist community!
I was very fortunate to live in Daniel North during Dad and Mom Sharps tenure as dorm aprents and also work at Southwest Sproting Goods for Mr “Red” Nelson. I truly am thankful for what both of them did for me as a person, son, father and employee. I learned a lot about life and how to treat people from both of those great men! Thanks Rex for writing this and putting all into perspective!
Will always remember Coach Sharp,would always make you feel like you were very special on the football field and the baseball field.Nelson, your article was very touching.
My brothers played football and baseball at Douglas High School under Ike, and I took Drivers Ed from him – it was so much fun because Ike made it that way. Jane and I also played flute together in the high school band. Ike was such a likable guy as well as being a great and wise human being. By the end of your post, I had tears in my eyes. Ike will be missed by many and never forgotten.
A magnificent and beautiful story, sir, in honor of Coach Sharp. He and Billie were great friends of mine and my parents. Ilearned some nice things about him in this article of yours. Well-written. Some of what you said really reinforces Coach Sharp’s integrity. He’ll always be special to me and is one of my heroes.
I wrote a story about him, too, and it was published almost a year ago. I’m from Douglas and first met Coach Sharp when I was in the 8th Grade–PE class.
You can read my story, if you’d like, by opening the book on Amazon . com. Where it says, “Look Inside,” click that. Type in “180,” the page number and enjoy. The book is titled, “Just Seven Blocks from the Mexican Border.” Click the link below to get started.
Again, thank you for this great article.
Rex, this is a wonderful tribute to two great men in a generation of great men and women. I’m pleased that you wrote about both of them, their similarities and their contributions. By knowing their stories perhaps a little of that “greatest generation” will rub off on us, if not their experiences, at least their spirit. Readers can tell by the way you write about them that you’ve got that spirit yourself. Perhaps passing those traits down will be their greatest contribution. I hope our generation and those to come will be up to the challenge of doing the same.
Well said, Rex. Ike was a wonderful man. I got to know Ike (Coach to me) very well while at OBU in the mid 90’s.
I played golf at OBU and Ike had taken over the golf coaching duties during that time as well. We spent dozens of hours criss- crossing the south with Ike, packed into a van while getting to hear some of his best stories. I recall several of those talks with Coach where he spoke to us about sportsmanship, or what it took to be a good man, father, husband and servant of the Lord. There have undoubtedly been hundreds of young men influenced by Ike over the years, but I feel like my teammates and I probably got him at his best. He was older, had a wealth of experience and had raised a succesful family by the time we got to him. For us, the timing was perfect…a wonderful influence during the time we transitioned from boys into men. I’m sure I can speak for many when I say that we’re better men because of his time in our lives.
Thank you for taking the time to pay tribute to a man who was such a positive influence to so many people for so many years.
Excellent,Thanks forall the storys!!
Here’s one more:In 1966, Douglas Az. hosted the” BABE RUTH WORLD SERIES”( which wouldn’t have happened without COACH SHARP ) Between Ike and I and General Motors,we orovided 20 plus NEW 1966 Oldsmobile Toronados for the dignitaries use , including Mrs. Babe Ruth!!
The tournament was definitely a success because that’s the way COACH SHARP did things !!
PROUD TO BE ALL OF THE SHARPS FRIEND!
Thanks for writing this wonderful article. I am the youngest daughter of the cousin that Ike discovered was in Arizona when they moved to Douglas, and a proud OBU graduate, thanks in great part to the encouragement of Ike and Billie. As my sisters and I sat in the pew behind Billie, Paul, Jane, David and the rest of the family on Wednesday afternoon, so many wonderful memories of our families’ lives weaving through our minds, we knew we were in the right place…paying tribute to a man who touched so many lives. He will be missed by so many.
Rex, thanks for sharing this. Coach Sharp had a major influence on many people, especially the many students from Douglas that he encouraged to attend Ouachita. I was fortunate that in 1978 Coach Sharp not only encouraged me, but insisted that I visit Ouachita and consider going to college there. Once I informed him I would attend college in Arkadelphia, he told to go to Southwest Sporting Goods, ask for Red, and see if he might have a job for me while I was in school not knowing that Coach Sharp already had things arranged. I worked for your father for four years. Your father and Coach Sharp taught me many things such as respect, honesty, hard work, and perseverance. While Coach Sharp will be missed, his family continues his legacy.
Blessings to you, Rex, for being the voice of so many Arkansans of our generation who love and respect men and women of the greatest generation of Arkansans.
The Nelsons and the Sharps were our contemporaries. Being a sports nut myself, I always had instant fellowship and story-sharing with Red and Ike. My OBU days were all the more meaningful because of these two giants–both as student and on faculty. Thanks for the article and the visit “back home.” That WAS my generation too.