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I Am Jack’s Boy

Dad, On Drums, In Japan
Dad, On Drums, In Japan

We are all we think we are.  And we are none of it.

Shortly after my Dad’s passing ten years ago, I had many thoughts about life. Typical thoughts, I guess. The ones we all have.

Whenever I return home to Spring Grove, Pennsylvania, and people in their late 60’s and early 70’s especially, remember my Dad, I smile.

He was a drummer.  A really good one.  He played at their weddings, dances and other social functions. He taught some of their kids drum lessons. He worked beside many of them at “The Mill”, for 38 years, until early on-set, rapid progression Alzheimer’s disease forced early retirement.

Those small town folk remember my Dad, but they don’t know my name.

They just refer to me as, Jack’s boy.

When you go home, who are you?

By jeff noel

Retired Disney Institute Keynote Speaker and Prolific Blogger. Five daily, differently-themed personal blogs (about life's 5 big choices) on five different sites.

2 replies on “I Am Jack’s Boy”

For me, I am either Alan’s little brother or John and Pansy’s boy that moved away. See, I have 3 older brothers that still live within 10 minutes of my parents. So I am the one that left. LOL

But yes, you may move away and make a name for yourself elsewhere, but when you are back home, you are still the same boy.

Thank you, John and Pansy’s boy, you know, the one that moved away.

Isn’t he Alan’s little brother? Yeah, that’s the one. 🙂

Thanks for sharing that piece of your past.

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