"Don't ever burn your bridges, especially when you live on an Island"
"If you're going to do a job, do it right"
These are two pieces of very good advice from a savvy Islander.
Marino M. Mihovil, Jr., affectionately known at "Mo", 78, died at 11:43pm. on Monday, November 3rd at Kindred Hospital in Houston, Texas after a valiant struggle with lung cancer.
Visitation will be at Carnes Funeral Home at 3100 IH 45 North in Texas City on Thursday, November 6th from 5pm.-8pm. with a prayer service and story telling session at 6:30pm.
The funeral will be on Friday, November 7th at 9:30am. at Carnes Funeral Home in Texas City with Father Niall Nolan of Sacred Heart Church officiating. Soloist will be Amy Brennan.
Burial will follow at Calvary Cemetery in Galveston, directly after the service.
Mr. Mihovil was born on October 3, 1930 in Galveston, Texas and was a third generation BOI.
He graduated from St. Thomas High School in Houston in 1949 and attended college at the University of Houston.
He worked in the tugboat maritime industry for 47 years.
He was a member of the Knights of Columbus and past member of Elks Lodge.
He was an usher at Sacred Heart Church for almost 25 years. If you were a friend or a family member and he thought you needed to add a little more to the collection plate, he would rest the wicker basket on your belly until you coughed up some more loose change.
He was a patient coach.
He was a supportive father. He drove his son's team to out-of-town football and basketball games and watched them play ball.
He played the accordion and throughout his entire life could play two songs by heart.
He couldn't read music.
Using a dime box camera, he photographed pilot Wrong Way Corrigan during the ticker tape parade in Galveston on September 24, 1938 and had the print published on the front page of the Galveston News Tribune.
He was a Polio survivor.
He was a good bowler.
His nickname was "Midnight Mo".
He was given last rights twice by a Catholic priest, once when he was 17-years-old and again sixty years later at the age of 77. He rallied both times to continue his life on earth.
His hand writing was miniscule and extremely difficult to decipher, especially the boat logs for the United States Coast Guard.
He was a skillful flounder fisherman.
He was a seasoned story teller. He could keep everyone in stitches for hours reliving experiences and describing memorable adventures, most times including his best buddy Billie Ellis.
Many of his stories involved fishing or gambling. One of his stories included both. What do hard core fishermen do when they win big in Las Vegas and the pay out is in $100 bills? Answer: They do exactly the same thing they do when they catch a lot of fish. They string up their catch and take a self portrait. Can you imagine putting holes in $100 bills and putting them on the stringer?
He and Billie didn't always win in Las Vegas. Once while both men were down several thousand dollars and in a rotten mood, a couple of call girls approached them on the street corner. He and Billie told the ladies to go away that they were working this side of the street.
He was a superb cook, but never used a recipe or followed box directions. His specialties included tomato vegetable soup, barbeque chicken, smoked pork ribs and blackened flounder. His vegetable soup never tasted the same twice. To make soup, he would just empty his refrigerator of everything in the vegetable bin, which might included onions, celery, carrots, cabbage, corn, tomatoes, shallots, green beans, peas, etc… The soup was so thick that it resembled stew. He usually made so much soup that it wouldn't fit in the refrigerator, so he shared much of it with neighbors and family members. He used mustard and Italian dressing to marinate meat before cooking. Beer was his secret sauce for barbeque. When he cooked barbeque at his bay house in Jamaica Beach, he used the pit that the shipyard had fabricated for him from steel plate. The counter weight for the lid was a drive shaft from one of his decommissioned tug boats. We always joke that a hurricane was going to blow away the bay house, but leave the barbeque grill.
He wasn't mechanically inclined.
He was technology challenged. He strongly disliked computers and retired from Hollywood Marine to avoid the machines.
He loved watching sports on television.
He was multi-tasking before anyone ever coined the term multi-tasking. For example, he could watch three different football games on his big screen television while simultaneously listening to two games on the radio.
He was a high rolling gambler, but often "left a little bit on the table". He always won at the lunch buffet, though.
He had a great attitude about life. When diagnosed with lung cancer, he called his sons to tell them he had some good news and some bad news. The bad news was that he had a mass the size of a lemon on his right lung. The good news was that it wasn't the size of a grape fruit.
He was an excellent hospital patient and was admired by the nursing staff for his pleasant disposition and wit. While at a hospital in the medical center in Houston, the night shift nurse commented that she would like to bring some of her grumpy patients to him, so he could teach them how to be good patients. He also had his son bring the nurses homemade chocolate chip cookies daily.
He was a gentle husband.
Survivors include Bitsy Filer, his loving companion for 22 years; his #1 son Marc Mihovil, his daughter-in-law Pam Mihovil, his grand children Matte and Morgan Mihovil. He is also survived by his #2 son Robert Mihovil, his daughter-in-law Sally Mihovil, his grand child Molly Mihovil; and his sister Jo Long of Clear Lake.
Honorary pallbearers will be Harold Stubbs, Ed O'Connell, Dan Doyle and Billie Ellis.
Donations should be made to the American Cancer Society at P.O. Box 129, Texas City, TX 77592-0129 or American Diabetes Association, 2400 Augusta Drive, Suite 175, Houston, TX 77057-4989.