Madam Speaker, I rise with a heavy heart today to honor my friend Joe Mendoza, who passed away on October 25, 2008, at the age of 90. There are so many things to be said about Joe--a rancher, a community leader, and a family man who was…
Madam Speaker, I rise with a heavy heart today to honor my friend Joe Mendoza, who passed away on October 25, 2008, at the age of 90. There are so many things to be said about Joe--a rancher, a community leader, and a family man who was held in high esteem by all who knew him. I can think of no better tribute than these remarks delivered at his memorial service by his long-time friend, Joseph Schoeningh:
Point Reyes is a unique geographical area on our beautiful coastline. It was there 90 years ago this past July that Joseph H. Mendoza, a truly unique man, was born. It was also there this past Saturday that he died.
Joe Mendoza (Papa Joe to many of us) was a loving husband, father, grandfather, great-grandfather and uncle. He was a caring friend and neighbor, a very successful businessman, dairyman and rancher, a true outdoorsman, avid hunter and fisherman. As a husband, he deeply loved, honored and cherished his ``Mrs. Scotty'' for 67 wonderful years. They worked as a synchronized team to build their ranching business, becoming highly successful. Recognized by his peers for his success, Joe became President of the Challenge Cream and Butter Association, served on the board of Directors of the National Milk Association, and also was one of the original board members of the Golden Gate National Recreation Area.
As a father, he was very proud of his three children. He could be a tough and stern taskmaster at times, but he always wanted them to learn and grow from his methods and example. Son Jim shared about the time when the manure system was broken and they cleaned out the pump, then Joe put his foot over the outlet and told his young son to turn on the pump. This was a ``hands on'' manure shower lesson for both men . . . bet Scotty was thrilled about their entry to ``her'' always spotless house. . . .
Son Joe remembers the time that he and fellow young men were entered as an adult ensemble into a parade, riding horses. Their Lions Club dads stuffed the kids' shirts to make them look bigger and the boys brought home a trophy. On the way home the proud fathers decided to stop at the Western in Point Reyes Station. The same proud fathers proceeded to ride those horses into the bar.
Young Joe watched as the horses and men partied in the bar and a passing driver almost got in a wreck as she drove by seeing a horse exit the bar. We wonder did this lay the groundwork for Joe Junior's future.
Joe passed on his acumen as a business and community leader to his family. Daughter Sharon put her accounting education to work taking a part-time job when she was raising her family. She did books for Joe, Scotty and the family dairy businesses. Really this was their way to connect and Sharon was able to learn from her ``hero''. Sharon and Joe enjoyed talking business, talking cows and strategizing financial and political plans.
As a grandfather, the stories are numerous and wonderful. He had a manner of connecting with young people and no matter what their age, he stayed connected. Joe combined his love of Grandchildren and other pastimes at various locations from ``the cabin'' to his Duck Hunting Club at Grizzly Island. Granddaughter Teresa recalls their tradition that went on for ages when she accompanied Joe and Scotty to the Duck Club. Before any other task, when they arrived, Joe and Teresa would get into the boat and ``cruise the Hawaiian Islands''--they were on the lookout for hula girls in that Fairfield swamp and saw many great performances as they checked on the water level and duck population. As a great grandfather of nine, he just burst with pride as he watched this latest generation sprout up and found a way to ``connect'' with each of them as well.
There was a special place in his heart for nephews Marvin and George Nunes whom he mentored in both businesses and life after the untimely death of their father in the early '50s.
As a hunter/gatherer, he was the organizer and leader of countless outings in pursuit of deer, ducks, doves and pheasant. Joe looked forward to every season with a new excitement and occupied most mornings calling up friends to set up their plans. He especially looked forward to the annual bird hunting trip to Mexico at the beginning of each year and was so fortunate to travel there only 6 months ago.
As a fisherman who knew the ocean around him, he brought home a wide array of fish, abalone, crab and oysters . . . Granddaughter Karen recalls a fateful day when their catch numbered 33 salmon and 1 halibut. Joe was in the company of Karen and her friend Kristy Skeen . . . he would describe them as ``2 Tomatas''. Of course all was good until the end of the day when the ladies retired to the kitchen of the Scotty-Joe to play cards and Joe was left on deck to clean all those fish. Of course, he graciously took on the task, never interrupting their game.
As a good friend and neighbor Joe Mendoza was a mainstay of the ``point'' ranches. Neighbors became friends and they were like their own family watching out for one another during crisis or time of need.
Joe was very proud, yet a very humble man, a man of much foresight and practicality. One good piece of advice he gave to many of us goes like this . . .
``If you do all of the talking, then they know everything you know and you don't know what they know.''
He was also very practical about avoiding the ``eye of a storm''. Once he and I, at the end of a great holiday party at the cabin, decided to take a small boat across Tomales Bay to the Marshall Tavern for a final ``nite cap''. When Mrs. Scotty discovered that we were missing and so was the boat, she correctly surmised where we were. As Joe and I were enjoying our final nite cap the bartender
hollered out, ``there is a very persistent woman on the phone who wants to talk to a JOE right now and she really means it''. Joe Mendoza calmly looked at me and said ``That call is for you!'' I took the phone and guess whose ear Mrs. Scotty burned to a crisp!
Joe and Scotty helped to organize the ``world famous'' Western Weekend in Point Reyes Station that continues to this day with a wonderful 2 block long parade that circled through town at least twice so that it would last longer than 10 minutes.
Joe had a great sense of humor and he loved a good story or a funny incident and when he really laughed he had a special little kick that just naturally happened. When you saw that extra little body language, you knew he was really enjoying himself.
Joe loved to dance and he was very good at it. So to his delight many Tomatas including daughter, granddaughters and great-granddaughters took turns sharing him with his very favorite Tomata and dance partner, his beloved ``Scotty''.
My last thoughts today are of Joe and Scotty arm in arm dancing to one of their favorite country songs, being sung by Pam Nadale, a local country artist who passed on some time ago. The song in which I have changed just one word is ``Waltz Across Texas''. It goes like this . . .
When we dance together my worlds in disguise
It's a fairyland tale that's come true
When you look at me with those stars in your eyes
I could waltz across heaven with you
Waltz across heaven with you in my arms
Waltz across heaven with you
Like a storybook ending I'm lost in your charms
and I could waltz across heaven with you
Waltz across heaven. . . .