I recently received a phone call from Joan Sholl about
Jack’s passing. I was shocked when I heard the news. She told me
how pleased Jack was in meeting
me. The reverse is true for me as well.
I first met Jack about five years ago, in 2009 while
researching for my book It Has Nothing To Do With Age. I found Jack to be
intelligent, warm, caring and a very interesting man. He was certainly
passionate and knowledgeable about his sport rowing and about being a
descendant of the American Revolution. We had many conversations and meetings
over the past five years. I got to know him and his wife Joan very well.
Jack’s life, was extremely interesting. In fact his death
has a peculiar twist. Being patriotic, Jack wanted to enlist in the service
during World War II at the age of 17. His parents, would not give permission.
So Jack did the following. He dropped out of high school and went to work in
the shipyards for a year and then enlisted. It is believed that his
cancer was caused by that asbestos poisoning. The Second World War did not kill,
but being around asbestos did.
I remember visiting Jack and seeing paraphernalia dating
back to the Civil War. I attended a Sons of the American Revolution with Jack
and learned more about our military history. In fact, Jack and I talked at
length about American history and how the schools were omitting significant
information about our past. As a volunteer, Jack spent his summers in
Philadelphia, giving tours and speaking about our country’s founding, with the
National Park Service. It wasn’t uncommon for someone in the audience to ask
Jack if he taught history in college. Jack’s reply was no, I worked for IBM for
29 years.
Jack has traveled all over the world and has been a great
spokesman and representative for our country. He knows royalty, and yet in many
ways he was just a good, warmhearted individual. I miss his stories, our
conversations and his friendship. Although not a physically tall man, Jack was
mentally tough. I feel sad to have lost another friend.
It is hard to believe that I just can’t pick up the phone or
email Jack again. Death has a finality that’s unlike anything else .It’s so
different. Thank goodness, fond memories remain.
I miss you Jack.