Mr. Speaker, I offer a privileged resolution and ask for its immediate consideration. Mr. Speaker, I yield the customary 30 minutes to the gentlewoman from West Virginia (Mrs. Capito). General Leave…
Mr. Speaker, I offer a privileged resolution and ask for its immediate consideration.
Mr. Speaker, I yield the customary 30 minutes to the gentlewoman from West Virginia (Mrs. Capito).
General Leave
Mr. Speaker, I ask unanimous consent that all Members may have 5 legislative days in which to revise and extend their remarks and include extraneous material on this resolution.
Mr. Speaker, I am honored to yield 1 minute to the gentlewoman from California (Ms. Pelosi), the Speaker of the House.
Mr. Speaker, I yield 1 minute to the distinguished majority leader of the House of Representatives, the gentleman from Maryland (Mr. Hoyer).
Mr. Speaker, it's my honor to yield such time as he may consume to the distinguished chairman of our House Appropriations Committee, the gentleman from Wisconsin (Mr. Obey).
Mr. Speaker, I am proud to yield 2 minutes to the gentleman from Washington, Mr. Norm Dicks, the distinguished chairman of our Defense Subcommittee on Appropriations and a classmate of mine.
Mr. Speaker, I yield 2 minutes to the gentlewoman from Ohio (Ms. Kaptur), a member of the Appropriations Committee as well.
Mr. Speaker, it is now my deep honor to yield to a close personal friend and fellow member of our congressional delegation from West Virginia, Mr. Alan Mollohan. Mr. Mollohan chairs the subcommittee on Appropriations on Commerce, Justice, Science and related agencies. He has served on many conferences with the late Senator Byrd as well. And I know Senator Byrd often said he had two sons, and that would be Alan and myself.
I'm very honored to yield such time as he may consume to Alan Mollohan.
How much time do I have remaining, Mr. Speaker?
I yield myself such time as I may consume.
Mr. Speaker, the gates of heaven opened wide early yesterday morning. West Virginia lost a faithful son, the Senate lost a father's watchful eye, and I lost my mentor and close friend.
I extend my prayers and thoughts to Senator Byrd's daughters, to his grandchildren and great grandchildren, to all his family, and to his staff, especially many of whom have been with him for so long. Sadly but surely, we will not see the likes of Robert C. Byrd pass our way again.
He came from humble beginnings. A virtual orphan, he was sent to be reared in the coalfields of our beloved State of West Virginia, enduring the depths of the Great Depression. But he was wealthy beyond belief with richness of values, all instilled in him by his adoptive parents.
A self-taught butcher, a welder, a Sunday school teacher, a student, a self-disciplined scholar with straight A's with 21 credit hours in his first semester of college, a young man still, he wanted to serve. Armed with little more than determination and a fiddle, he successfully entered politics. ``Byrd by name, Byrd by nature, let's send Byrd to the legislature.'' How often he would fiddle that with a tin cup at the end of his fiddle, raising his first campaign funds. I recall, because my late father was the treasurer for those early campaigns of Senator Byrd.
But thus began what would become an unprecedented legislative service. Marshaling sharp focus, unwavering diligence, and old- fashioned hard work, old-fashioned hard work, he rose to remarkable heights of rank and responsibility to service to the Lord, to service to our State and our Nation as well. Yet Senator Byrd always remained true to his own essential nature. He never got above his raisin'.
He could mix with kings and queens and Presidents, and while doing that he never forgot from whence he came, and he always remained deeply proud of his roots. He often remarked he would just as soon be eatin' beans and cornbread and onions and sippin' buttermilk in the hills and hollers of West Virginia as having lavish dinners with kings and queens around the world.
I recall working for him in the Senate Democratic Cloakroom in 1972. During that time, a young man from Delaware by the name of Joe Biden was elected to the United States Senate. Within a month or two after Senator-elect Joe Biden's ascension to the United States Senate, he lost his first wife in a tragic, tragic car wreck. Senator Byrd turned to me and said, Nick, do you mind if we took a drive up to Wilmington, Delaware, so that we can pay our respects to Senator Biden's wife? I said, Sure.
I drove the car. It was a cold, rainy night, late November that 1972. We arrived in Wilmington. We arrived at the funeral home to face a long, long, winding line that was waiting out in the rain to pay their respects. Senator Biden heard we were in that line and sent word out he wanted us to come up and immediately get up front and come inside where it was warm. Senator Byrd said, no, he would not use his office, he would not use his prestige or power to jump in front of anybody already in line in front of him. So we stood in that cold rain, waiting to pay our respects to Senator-elect, at that time, Joe Biden's first wife.
The only individual to serve in both houses of the West Virginia Legislature and the U.S. Congress, Senator Byrd also achieved the distinction of holding more elective leadership offices in the United States Senate than anyone in the body's history. His Senate service is the body's longest.
Combined with his tenure in the House, Senator Byrd holds the distinction of serving in Congress longer than anyone else. His achievements and his unrivaled archive of accomplishments were the result of one sole purpose, to serve others. And he never tired of trying to find ways to help a little more, to do a little better.
Striving for the next rung was, for Senator Byrd, a lifelong pursuit. He was forever setting goals. And he challenged himself, his staff, his colleagues, all of us to meet or exceed those goals.
And you know one other remarkable feature about Robert C. Byrd. He made political contests, as bitter as they may seem at the time, the foundation for future and lasting friendships. Recall, for example, as I know the gentleman in the chair, Mr. Dicks, can recall very well, Senator Byrd's one-vote victory over the late Senator from Massachusetts, Ted Kennedy, whose son Patrick was just here on the floor.
Perhaps many considered that a bitter contest. But what did Senator Byrd use it for? To establish a lasting and
true friendship with Senator Ted Kennedy from Massachusetts, as we all know who passed shortly before Senator Byrd, and for whom Senator Byrd had nothing but the utmost and kindest words of praise, and truly defined a friendship that perhaps has not been in American politics for some time.
This was a defining quality and a wellspring of immeasurable joy that irrigated ever greater horizons for Senator Byrd. His penchant for setting records and then breaking his own was the inevitable result, but ultimately, we are the ones who reaped the greatest benefit.
In his later years, when anyone questioned age as somehow detrimental to service, Senator Byrd reveled in ticking off the names and ages of the ancients in the Old Testament and their continued service to the Lord: Moses was 120, Senator Byrd would say; Noah lived to be 960; Methuselah at 969 years old; and he would call out, While I am but a spry 85.
At 92, with the longest record of service in Congress well established, Senator Byrd enjoyed public service so much that it is possible he also had the longest, happiest life on record. If only we could have captured the energies produced by his immense job satisfaction. If only we could package them and share them with others.
Senator Byrd was cautious about the use of superlatives. He felt they were tossed around too casually, and although I do not doubt that he is now grimacing a bit at me for saying this, the fact is it is just not possible to speak about Senator Byrd without using superlatives: longest serving, hardest working, most revered, best loved. And the list goes on and on. Yes, he was passionate about people. He was passionate about politics. He was caring. He was all concerned about the lives of all of us in West Virginia.
As we all know, we go through personal trials and tribulations in our family--the loss of a loved one, sibling problems, loss of a job. Senator Byrd, when he was physically able, would so surprisingly show up in West Virginia offering that comforting arm around the shoulder and always telling those afflicted with tragedy to keep the faith in God, to don't let them get you down, keep plugging along. Senator Byrd himself, who never had a bad word to say about anybody despite some of the words that were said about him, was forever the true gentleman.
Many in this body had their own personal remembrances of Senator Byrd. He touched so many of us, encouraged us, taught us, even argued with us. And I can recall the last time perhaps, except for the miners' memorial that he attended this past April in honor of our 29 fallen coal miners, the only time before that he was probably in his home area of Raleigh County, Beckley, West Virginia, was a dinner in which he was a surprise guest that honored yours truly. And my wife, Melinda, and I fixed up our house, and my wife even set up the ``big daddy suite'' in our home in West Virginia. That big daddy suite is still there waiting, as it always was, for Senator Byrd to pay a surprise visit.
We are all better for the life of Senator Robert Byrd. We owe him generous helpings of gratitude and admiration, and we shall all miss him.
Again, to Senator Byrd's family, we offer our prayers, our never- ending thanks for the fact that they shared Senator Byrd's extraordinary life with a grateful State and a grateful Nation.
Now, our former senior Senator, our late senior Senator is indeed with his beloved wife, Erma, who was always a twinkle in his eye. For 69 years, they were married before her passing some 5 years ago. The Senator is with his beloved Erma, smiling down upon all of us.
We say thank you, Senator Byrd. Thank you for all you've given our great State. Thank you for all you have given our Nation, because we shall miss you.
Mr. Speaker, I yield back the balance of my time.