My father’s father was an amazing man. He was an artist in many ways but he was also a drummer for a Jazz band in the twenties and early thirties. He was always drumming out the tunes on the steering wheel or on the table. My brother’s son is partially named after him and if I have a boy it will be part of his name as well. He left a mark.
I remember the most amazing stories he would tell. My brother when he was a baby, did the ole farm song with my Grandmother. She would say, “The cow goes…” and my older brother would go “moo, moo”.
“The chicken goes…”
“Cluck, cluck”
And my grandfather threw in “And the wooflesnitz goes…” and my brother without missing a beat says “snit, snit”. That’s a famous family story and one that I remember with amazing fondness.
Another family story is when he helped me write and draw a complete story with cover and everything. It was “Ralph the Bear”. We told it to the entire family with great relish. I think my propensity to doodle comes from him. He was always doodling cowboys. I loved them and have many of them. I think we got Ralph from he would always kid with my Dad and call him Ralph Bunch.
So one of the things I received, when he passed on at 90 was two cardboard boxes full of his Vinyl records. Many of them Jazz. Some hard to get some not so much. No matter to me. I complete cherish these. So my first project is catalog the record’s names and artists (year) if I can find them and then to eventually get them converted to digital.
For your reading pleasure, I will post the complete list on my nav when I’m done.
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