A good friend passed this morning......
Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 1:36 pm
.......the guy that started me on playing guitar. We went to church together growing up, he played a Gibson ES-335 guitar and I would play a Fender Precision bass with him. He, my dad, and another couple we were friends with started a gospel bluegrass group. A year or so later they asked me to join the group and play mandolin with them. Thing was, I had never played a mandolin.....never held or owned one. So my dad bought me a cheap mandolin for Christmas.....and 2 weeks later on New Years Eve night I was playing with them. I can't count how many times we played together.......but we averaged 55 - 57 events a year for a 5 year period and many more years with fewer events. My friend Jerry was the shortest guy in the group and I was the youngest (everyone else closer to my dad's age)........so one of us was always in the trailer unloading/loading equipment before and after events. Jerry always played a Martin D-35.....and he loved to play.
Jerry was one of those guys that always believed I was more talented than I actually was and believed in me more than I've ever believed in myself........or at least he made me think so. I wish we all had someone like that in life.......and I hope I can be that to someone else. After my dad's stroke our bluegrass group didn't play for years (maybe a decade). In the last 2 years we got back together 3 times, twice for a gospel bluegrass festival and once for a cancer fundraiser (Jerry lost his first wife to breast cancer). I'm very thankful we had those last few concerts together as they mean so much to me. It's the only time my kids ever heard us play together.
I've seen Jerry twice since spring. In June I took my first guitar I had just finished down there (I live 3 hours from Jerry and my parents) and he played it for an hour even though his old fingers were aching. The last time I got to see Jerry was after my daughter and niece were in the 4 wheeler accident in July. Jerry is in his 70's but he drove 40 miles to be at the visitation and give me a hug. I'll keep that conversation private but Jerry had lost both a son and wife so knew what we were going through.
Here's to a good friend.......
Jerry was one of those guys that always believed I was more talented than I actually was and believed in me more than I've ever believed in myself........or at least he made me think so. I wish we all had someone like that in life.......and I hope I can be that to someone else. After my dad's stroke our bluegrass group didn't play for years (maybe a decade). In the last 2 years we got back together 3 times, twice for a gospel bluegrass festival and once for a cancer fundraiser (Jerry lost his first wife to breast cancer). I'm very thankful we had those last few concerts together as they mean so much to me. It's the only time my kids ever heard us play together.
I've seen Jerry twice since spring. In June I took my first guitar I had just finished down there (I live 3 hours from Jerry and my parents) and he played it for an hour even though his old fingers were aching. The last time I got to see Jerry was after my daughter and niece were in the 4 wheeler accident in July. Jerry is in his 70's but he drove 40 miles to be at the visitation and give me a hug. I'll keep that conversation private but Jerry had lost both a son and wife so knew what we were going through.
Here's to a good friend.......