Grace’s Son, Tom Parkhill

When I was growing up in East Tennessee just across the river from downtown in South Knoxville, I went to school with a rather extraordinary guy named Tom Parkhill.

The 1975 high school drama club with Tom Parkhill standing (front row 2nd from left) with what looks like a humongous fan.

The 1975 high school drama club with Tom Parkhill standing (front row 2nd from left) with what looks like a humongous fan.

Our parents were friends so we would occasionally go over to his house. My earliest memories of Tom are how annoying he was as my sister and I played Barbies with his sister. My memory of elementary school is hazy so I don’t remember much of him from those years, but in high school he was a singular spirit who moved among us but was ever and always just himself.

During rehearsal for "Tom Jones", Tom in the background looking at the camera.

During rehearsal for “Tom Jones”, Tom in the background looking at the camera.

Tom’s dramatic gifts were obvious as he was the star of our plays at South High School. My sister Lisa and I were in a production of “Tom Jones” with him in 1974. She was the leading lady, and my then-boy friend, Steve, played the leading man which called for my boy friend to kiss my sister. Tom Parkhill and I were character actors in this rather baudy comedy for high school consumption. I’m sure high schools would never stage this play today, but the early ’70s were a different time before politically incorrect was a concept.

Graduating from high school in 1975, Tom and I were a couple of years too young to fight in or protest against the Vietnam War. Tom seemed oblivious to political toil and trouble, as he went on to act in college and after. I read online that his credits include the movie King Kong Lives from 1986. But we were thrilled to see his angular face with a mop of black hair and glasses–sort of a grown-up version of Harry Potter before Harry was created–in TV commercials for local businesses. “There’s Tom Parkhill!”, we’d say as he sold some item long lost to my feeble memory.

In college, my friend Mary and I had arranged to meet for a movie at the Student Center, and she said a new guy she had met would be joining us. To my surprise it was Tom who I hadn’t seen in 10 or so years. How can anyone seem so at home in himself and yet so uniquely eccentric is beyond me, but Tom has always had this amazing aura of Tom-vincibility about him. Bright, a tad sardonic, quick witted, self-deprecating, and somehow obviously going places in his own way.

Tom Parkhill-like creation Max Fischer (as played by Jason Schwartzman) in the 1998 movie "Rushmore".

Tom Parkhill-like creation Max Fischer (as played by Jason Schwartzman) in the 1998 movie “Rushmore”.

Tom is one of the few people I think could fully inhabit the director Wes Anderson’s movies. In fact, Tom brings to mind Wes’s criminally funny, nerdtastic creation Max Fischer, as played by Jason Schwartzman in the 1998 movie Rushmore, who plows through all life throws at him and talks his way out of everything. A man of all trades, Max could do anything and still keep his Rushmore Academy school jacket pristine. Pure magic. That’s Max–and Tom.

You might think Tom and I were close friends in high school, college, or as young adults. But to be honest, our lives went in disparate ways and only serendipitously did our paths cross. But whenever I saw him, he was always, never-changingly Tom.

Tom Parkhill as the Tennessee Stage Company's founding artistic director.

Tom Parkhill as the Tennessee Stage Company’s founding artistic director.

He was far above us high schoolers in his natural skill, and it was obvious he could take it to the next level, and he did. As Tom acted in college, regional theater, movies, and commercials, I raised children and worked at the University of Tennessee, and then voila, about 10 or 15 years ago, I saw Tom had created the Tennessee Stage Company and is now its founding artistic director. He has done everything: raised funds, directed, acted, and mounted Shakespeare in the Park, then Shakespeare on the Square each summer in Downtown Knoxville–our hometown.

My husband a photographer, had a studio at the Emporium Building, and Tom’s office was right across the hall. Occasionally Tom would take afternoon naps on the couch in his office as he powered up to rehearse his thespians into the night.

Jimmy Stewart as Elwood P. Dowd in the 1950 movie "Harvey".

Jimmy Stewart as Elwood P. Dowd in the 1950 movie “Harvey”.

Last year we swooned to see the announcement that Tom was starring in the play Harvey, which was also made into the classic and beloved film starring Jimmy Stewart in the title role–one of the films Kurt and I love best. Besides Jimmy Stewart’s magical characterization, I cannot imagine a person who is more like Elwood P. Dowd than Tom Parkhill. Elwood was a gentleman, a sweet antediluvian with his throwback manner and style, an absent-minded man who cared more about people than things. Just like Tom, a singular spirit walking diffidently, but unerringly, through his time.

I was not disappointed when my husband Kurt and I watched Tom play Elwood. The play was intimately performed with the actors surrounded by the audience on four sides. Tom’s parents, Grace and Tom Sr., were there to see the Sunday afternoon performance on February 1, 2015, and I recalled my mother saying Tom’s mother had been suffering from dementia and its inevitable decline. Still both his parents were bright-eyed, alert, and listened intently to the play. At one pivotal moment, Tom’s character said his line and made a rather poignant exit. As Tom left the stage, he could hear his dear mother quietly say, “Goodbye, Son.”

Tom Parkhill as Elwood P. Dowd with Harvey, his 6-foot, 3-inch tall invisible best friend.

Tom Parkhill as Elwood P. Dowd with Harvey, his 6-foot, 3-and-a-half-inch tall invisible best friend.

Tom was incredibly moved, of course, by his mother’s sweet words, and shared them with me after the play. I introduced myself to his parents, and despite her dementia his mother remembered my parents fondly. As a surprise for me, Kurt bought the painting of Tom as Elwood with Harvey, the 6-foot-3-and-a-half-inch (invisible-to-everyone-but-Elwood) rabbit, that hung over the fireplace during the play. Tom now smiles down on me as I write on the computer in my office.

About six months later, my mother called and said Tom’s mother had passed away. Kurt and I decided we would do what little we could for Tom and go to the service. I knew next to nothing about Tom’s mother, except she was kind and a friend of my parents. At the funeral, I learned she was a pioneering woman in a number of ways, touched many lives, and was one of those remarkably special achievers. She started out life as a desperately poor girl who nevertheless got her bachelor’s degree at Berea College in Kentucky when most girls did nothing of the kind. She met her own dear Tom Sr. a bit later than most of her peers. But they were soulmates straight away, and were simply adorable together the last time I saw them.

During the service I noticed a woman sitting behind Tom, touching his back and offering comfort as the pastor told Grace’s story. I thought the young woman might be a relative since I didn’t know Tom was dating anyone. But I hoped that maybe this dark-haired, electric woman might be someone special to Tom.

After the service, I hugged him and offered insufficient, but heartfelt, words of condolence. I asked Tom if the lovely woman was a relative but was delighted to hear the two of them were dating.

Tom working back stage in 1974.

Tom working back stage in 1974.

He invited us to come to his home with other friends and family. The house was full and after many other conversations, Tom introduced me to his lady, whose name sadly I cannot recall. She made me very happy when she told me she read one of my blogpost mentions of Tom and was reassured that she should accept his kind invitation for a date.

When I heard her story about reading my blogpost and then dating Tom, I was over the moon that my words had encouraged this beautiful woman to enter Tom’s life. Words are so insignificant beside the loss of a beloved mother, so it gave me great joy to think writing about my friend Tom helped bring him companionship and warmth in his time of sorrow.

I don’t believe anyone can ever replace Tom’s beautiful mother, Grace, who I am convinced fully inhabited and lived up to her name. But he will always have her love as she is ever near him wherever he goes. When our loved ones die, we still can hum the songs they sang, hear the words they said as they enouraged us through the dark times, and feel the warmth of their knowing smiles. Forever Tom is Grace’s Son–and nothing can ever take that away.

//Anna – 1/24/2016



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6 Responses to Grace’s Son, Tom Parkhill

  1. Donna Webster says:

    What a lovely remembrance. Knoxville is lucky to have Tom and I was sorry to learn of his mother’s passing. I have some of her irises in my garden and treasure them. I loved seeing the picture here of my junior high school drama teacher, Mrs. Sloan, whom I adored – her classroom was a shelter in the storm from the angst of those early teen years. Thank you for your writing!

    • aamontgomery says:

      I agree that Knoxville is so blessed to have Tom, and I’m so glad you enjoyed the post and my writing!! You are a dear to tell me! I’m glad Mrs. Sloan was there for you, and you are continuing to write. I’m glad we survived and thrived in our own way.

      Love to you, Donna!


  2. laura regis says:

    Dear Anna,
    Tom’s father and I really enjoyed reading your post about his beloved wife Grace and his gifted son Tom. He is sitting here with me as I type this and added, ” We sure did.” when I asked him what else we should say. Thank you, Anna, for this thoughtful tribute to both Grace and Tom. All I can add is that, “Every good gift comes down from the Father of heavenly lights” James 1.17 – and Tom Parkhill III is definitely a gift to me, his parents and Knoxville. Thank you for remembering me as well so kindly.


    • aamontgomery says:

      Laura dear, thank you so much for letting me know you and Tom Sr. enjoyed my tribute to Grace and Tom Jr. It means so much for you to share your combined thoughts in this way!
      I simply adore Tom Junior. And finding out more about his beautiful mother (even if it was after her death) made it clear to me where Tom got many of his amazing qualities. Of course, I am sure his father had a lot to do with Tom’s singularly adorable nature as well.
      I do wish I had known Grace better, and in a way I feel I do because I have been lucky enough to know her son. Thanks so much for contacting me! I am very grateful and my heart is full. Anna

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  4. I saw the link on the other post, where I was delighted (and a little stunned!) to find out that Tom had married, amd clicked over here. As much as I love Tom and his wonderful Dad, I was even more fond of Grace Parkhill, whom I regarded in a way that is reserved, in my life, for only my own Mother and Grandmother. Grace was the very soul of that brand of pure, good-hearted, genteel Southern warmth and inclusive nature that exists, I am convinced, nowhere else on the planet as it does in the mountains and valleys of that stretch of Virginia, North Carolina, and Tennessee that includes both my own birthplace in Giles County,Virginia, and Knoxville. At a time in my life when I was grasping a bit for what I would do next, Grace (I never once called her that. It would not have been appropriate. I called her Miz Parkhill) listened to my doubts and misgivings and gave the best and most uplifting advice that any human has ever given me, in a way that let me know that it was not only okay to have confidence in myself but was the right thing to do. She was never judgemental, was endlessly helpful and generous with her time, and was exactly the same with everybody who knew her. She was the rock upon which Tennessee Stage was built, just by her presence and steadying effect, and I loved her as much any one I have ever met with whom I don’t share blood. I was crushed when I heard that she had died, as I was when I heard that Beth has passed away, and I still ache that she’s no longer in this world. Thanks for this remembrance of her and especially for the knowledge that Tom is finally with someone who makes his world complete and appreciates him for the odd, wonderful, funny person that I know he still is. My best to all back there in Knoxville. A recent review that I wrote of the brewery at The Blackberry Farm resulted in an invitation from them to visit and tour their premises and I may well do that, in the next year or so. If I do, a stop in Knoxville will absolutely happen and it would be a honor to meet you then.

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