Like Jerry Seinfeld, I am fascinated with Superman. I am also deeply indebted to a Superman of sorts.
No, he never flew in the sky with the aid of a cape. Nor did he wear tights and change his clothes in a phone booth. He was neither as fast as a speeding bullet nor as powerful as a locomotive. But he truly was one of many Supermen who earned a living in the mills in Johnstown. He was a Superman of Steel and I can proudly proclaim that he was also my dad.
For nearly forty years he logged the miles from the Beaverdale-Sidman area to the guarded gates at the Moxham plant of the US Steel Corporation in Johnstown. With his steel-toed protective work boots, black lunch bucket, thermos bottle, and bag of clean clothes, he made his way to the locker area and then on to the drill press.
There he spent a good portion of his life, drilling steel to fit the specifications outlined in front of him. Although he no doubt had his share of bad days at work and may have let his feelings known to my mom, I can honestly say I never once heard him complain about his job. How many of us can say that today? His perseverance was simply super.
He was not alone in his resolve. A sundry set of steel workers with varying ages and diverse backgrounds made the same commitment day after day, year after year in the mills. Most continued employment until the day when they could retire. They too, exhibited a loyalty that was super.
Uncle Pete (Potchak) worked in the shipping department of the same plant. Uncle Mike (Potchak) was an electrician there. Uncle George (Stupi) made the same daily trek but his destination was the Bethlehem Plant.
These men, like the coal miners of central Pennsylvania and countless other mill workers, were mostly content just to have jobs following WWII. Their attitude remained undaunted through their mundane daily routine. Crazy shift work, holiday assignments, overtime, and only two weeks of vacation did not faze them in anyway. Their appreciation of the job was again, super.
With a blue-collar work ethic second to none, they gave one hundred percent of their muscle and mind to the production of steel. Like coke placed in the open-hearth, like iron in the alloy, their spirit was embedded in the steel – as was the welfare of their families. These supermen rarely saw the final product, but they felt daily how important its production was to their loved ones.
A religious man of the Byzantine Catholic faith, Dad accepted his job assignments with the same attitude as he accepted his beliefs. Not one to argue with a boss or defy authority, he also never felt the need to dispute his religion – even if its customs at times made his hours in the mill even more unpleasant. On Fridays, tuna fish or peanut butter and jelly would replace his customary cold cuts. During Lent, I can remember Mom packing fried potato sandwiches in his lunch bucket. And he would drink his coffee black, because dairy products were forbidden at times too. With a super attitude, he accepted it all.
Once at the cocky age of eighteen, I challenged Superman to an arm-wrestling match just to see if those bulging biceps were as powerful as they looked. Dad locked his hand in mine and in a calm Clark Kent voice asked, "How long do you want this to last?"
Before I could fully reply with "I'm ready," my knuckles were slammed to the table under his powerful hand. His giggle was followed with some advice. "You're not ready for this. Maybe when you're older," he suggested. No gloating - he was super-humble too.
I got my chance to play superman one summer too, but I hardly felt like some kind of hero. Dad saw to it that I worked there for a few months following my graduation from college. Dad was also a super-educator, and had his own subtle ways of teaching. Without a formal education, he had no trouble getting his point across to his college-educated son. And the lessons stuck with me for a lifetime.
Those brief months in the mill seemed more like an eternity. I learned to value not only my teaching degree, but also to appreciate what the Supermen did on a daily basis. Dad knew what he was doing by suggesting that I work there, if only for a short stint. Like all men of his generation, he wanted a better life for his kids. He wanted me to realize how important schooling is. He was and still is a super teacher, himself.
A wish for a better life for his children - Isn't that dream alone, super? Isn't that method of teaching indicative of super-tough love? Could you say he and his contemporaries were super-steel-willed – true Supermen? Yes, on all counts.
Chances are very good that you too, know a Superman of Steel – particularly if you grew up in Johnstown or the surrounding area. Like me, you may owe much of your existence today, to a man of steel.
Pittsburgh may have had the bragging rights to the Super Bowl Steelers, but Johnstown can boast of some Super Steel men of its own.
» left by David Tanguay (1 year 271 days ago.)
Dave, these men of steel you speak so highly of do not only reside in Pennsylvania. My father raised eleven children working as a laborer all his life. I remember him walking home from work one day with a limp, from a steel beam falling on his foot. However, he was back to work the next day, for worker’s comp. wasn’t heard of in those days. If you didn’t work, you didn’t eat and my father had eleven hungry mouths to feed. My father wasn’t an educated man, however where would we be today as a society, without the, blood sweat, and tears shed by these supermen who gave us what we have today? “God bless and thank you for the working man.” Really enjoyed your article
» left by Sherry (224 days 11 hours ago.)
I have two comments about two guys named Dave. First, I really liked Dave Tanguay's comment about this story. It was insightful and captured the goodness and hard work of another good worker and the appreciation of another good son. Great follow-up to this story, Dave!
And the second comment is about the other Dave, Dave Potchak, the author. Dave has a truly magical and humble way of expressing his feelings and appreciation for his wonderful dad and for the valuable lessons his dad taught him. It really seems that these types of lessons are rare in the fast-paced world of today.
If you readers get a chance, check out another great award-winning story featuring Dave and his dad. It is called "Graduation Advice from an Old School' Educator" and can be found with other articles from Dave Potchak on this site. Both stories are wonderful tributes for Father's Day.
Happy Father's Day to Mr. Charles Potchak, Dave's Dad. Thank you for inspiring your son to share with us and to write so movingly about how much he appreciates and loves you! And Happy Father's Day to all the other hardworking dads out there!
» left by Deana from Woodstock, GA (224 days 10 hours ago.)
Dave Po, you've done it again! And kudos to David T. and Sherry, too. Great comments! I couldn't agree with you more on these Supermen. My dad was a "Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night" mailman, school bus driver, and body shop man. Nothing glamorous, but as far as I was concerned, he could do anything! And I don't remember him ever missing work for any reason -- ever! God bless these Dads for instilling in us the work ethic for which we (and hopefully they) can be proud!
» left by Karen Macalintal (224 days 3 hours ago.)
I enjoyed this story........very heart-filled and sincere.
Sounds like Chuck Potchak was a great role model for his son, and in turn his son has been a great role model for his own children, as well as the many students he taught at Northern Bedford County High School.
I have the same revere for my father , Louis Pazdan , a Philadelphia police officer who could never be broken . Dave , you may remember Sonny , but I will never Forget him as I am sure you will never forget yours !
» left by dave potchak from central PA (119 days 13 hours ago.)
Mark, great to hear from you. Yep, we were both blessed to have great dads. I remember your dad well, and in his line of work, in that city, full of corruption - he was one real honest guy, for sure. Thanks for your comment.
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