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RIP Uncle Jack
Dec. 2nd, 2014 07:51 amMy Uncle Jack was my Aunt Mary Anne’s second husband. They were both widowers who met, fell in love, and got married.
He was born in Wheeling West Virgina and he died there. Not that he didn’t get to see a lot of the country or parts of the world. He was a trucker. He was in the Navy during World War II and spent time in Italy.
He told me about his experiences both good and bad in World War II. It was fascinating hearing about the war from someone who was just boots on the ground. I told him that he should write up what happened. He said he wasn’t a writer that was me.
We talked about trucking. He collected the Hess trucks along with other trucks that were duplicates of the rigs he drove over the years. He gave me a new perspective on trucking from the driver’s point of view.
He liked that I belong to a Union.
Our political beliefs were polar opposites for the most part. I listened and did a lot of nodding on that one.
He was there for my wedding and made us a rooster out of farm and gardening parts. He had some serious artistic talent in that regard. Harlan loved the one that he made us that Jack made one for him that is still on display at Harlan’s house.
He was a man of many talents and he made my Aunt happy which was the most important thing in my book.
(For the VI: This was taken at my wedding. I am on the left in my wedding dress, Peter is on the right in his grey suit. Standing between us is my Uncle Jack. Peter and I are holding a very stylized rooster made of parts of garden tools.)
I will miss you Uncle Jack.
I am grateful that I knew Uncle Jack.
He was born in Wheeling West Virgina and he died there. Not that he didn’t get to see a lot of the country or parts of the world. He was a trucker. He was in the Navy during World War II and spent time in Italy.
He told me about his experiences both good and bad in World War II. It was fascinating hearing about the war from someone who was just boots on the ground. I told him that he should write up what happened. He said he wasn’t a writer that was me.
We talked about trucking. He collected the Hess trucks along with other trucks that were duplicates of the rigs he drove over the years. He gave me a new perspective on trucking from the driver’s point of view.
He liked that I belong to a Union.
Our political beliefs were polar opposites for the most part. I listened and did a lot of nodding on that one.
He was there for my wedding and made us a rooster out of farm and gardening parts. He had some serious artistic talent in that regard. Harlan loved the one that he made us that Jack made one for him that is still on display at Harlan’s house.
He was a man of many talents and he made my Aunt happy which was the most important thing in my book.
(For the VI: This was taken at my wedding. I am on the left in my wedding dress, Peter is on the right in his grey suit. Standing between us is my Uncle Jack. Peter and I are holding a very stylized rooster made of parts of garden tools.)
I will miss you Uncle Jack.
I am grateful that I knew Uncle Jack.
