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The Three Jerrys

The Three Jerrys

So yeah, my nickname for many years was Jerry. My Dad picked up the sobriquet in the service in WWII. The boys in the service had a problem with a man’s name ending in a vowel. When we were stationed in Ann Arbor in 1945 at the Navy Language School where Dad was learning Japanese, Mom came home from shopping to find some of the kids on base trying to hang me with a coat hanger as a suspected Nazi spy. Weird name… too much for them.

Anyway, I used Jerry until I got out of college in 1965 and joined the Airplane. So… I am an honorary ‘Jerry.’ On the left, my dear friend Jerry S. Attached to David Hackworth’s unit, this Jerry is one heck of a guy! Read, Steel The Hearts Of My Men. This is the shit!

In the middle is Jerry B., my motorcycle pal and brother in recovery. We’ll be heading out to Akron for the 79th Founders Day the first weekend in June… and the last Jerry, yours truly… right on schedule and right where I need to be in Southeast Ohio.

Twilight at Hillside Farm tonight

Twilight at Hillside Farm tonight

Now, I just need to say… I do understand why people get excited about tangible memories like 2400 Fulton Street. It was fun while it lasted and I wouldn’t trade the experience for anything… the good and the bad. Believe me, there were both… just like real life.

Now, when I’m done traveling around, I come home to this tiny county and it embraces me in a profound way that no other place I have ever lived has done. Of course, I have lived here for 23 years… longer than I’ve lived anywhere continuously.

Well, the dog got out… rolled in deer poop and wouldn’t come back until he was exhausted and filthy. Back in the house, Nessa washed him, he’s resting… Izze’s reading the first book of Divergent, I don’t know what Nessa is doing right now, but I’m going to watch NCIS.

Life is good friends… life is good!

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  1. May 13th, 2014 at 22:31 | #1

    Jorma,

    Rest up my friend. The music is sweeter than ever, you’ve done well. Enjoy your friends and family! See you on the road soon.

  2. brian sobie(david weiss’s friend)
    May 13th, 2014 at 22:37 | #2

    your dog does that too?

  3. Nick L. Eakins
    May 14th, 2014 at 01:12 | #3

    You’re right on about country life, Jorma. I live in a small Iowa town of only 8,000 souls. It takes me just 10 minutes to walk out of town. I can walk alone at 3 in the morning with no fear. My grocer is across the street from my apartment. My workplace is three blocks from my home. I love it here though I would still like to get out more. I’ve been to the Bay several times and still seek to go there again. Still, I’d never want to live there. Three weeks in San Francisco would turn me into an ax murderer,,or worse.

  4. bruce
    May 14th, 2014 at 06:21 | #4

    Was Jerry a Wolfhound Raider?….Hackworth was a trip…exchanged e-mails with him a few times…

  5. johno
    May 14th, 2014 at 08:46 | #5

    I’m packing up to go up to the country house right now and I’m happy as a pig in poop. Just like the song ‘Goin up to the Country’. I can’t wait.

  6. Tom in St. Louis
    May 14th, 2014 at 10:23 | #6

    Yeah, there’s nothing like washing poop off the dog.
    Really keeps ya grounded, so to speak.

  7. sully
    May 14th, 2014 at 10:41 | #7

    @bruce
    JERTHEYOUNGER was one of HACKS recondos, 4-39 Infantry, 9th ID… 68-69. became friends after the war, presented the flag to MRS HACKWORTH at Arlington. Glad you remember him. best…. SULLY

  8. sully
    May 14th, 2014 at 10:42 | #8

    WHAT A TREAT TO BE PALS WITH THESE TWO GREAT AMERICAN JERRYS!!! DON’T GET NO BETTER

  9. Jerry Bayha
    May 14th, 2014 at 11:27 | #9

    Back at ya’ JER’ THE YOUNGER…It was great to break fast with you and JER’ THE ELDER! We make a heck of a bunch of JERRYS, the American variety of course. We’ll have to do this again soon my friends……JER’ THE IN BETWEEN.

  10. Jerry Bayha
    May 14th, 2014 at 14:16 | #10

    JER’THE YOUNGER suggested in an email to me today that maybe I should consider using JER’THE MIDDLER…..I like it!….so henceforth, that’s what it shall be!

  11. cyndy consentino
    May 14th, 2014 at 15:09 | #11

    Dear “Jerry”, aka Jorma,

    Just visited your old haunt of 2400 Fulton Street… looks good. I liked it when It was painted Black and Gold!

    Stay well,
    Cyndy

  12. chuck newman
    May 15th, 2014 at 03:12 | #12

    It’s great to see Jorma with that great big smile. Kicking back and surrounded by love in the peaceful countryside. It doesn’t get any better.

  13. May 15th, 2014 at 15:50 | #13

    I hope that wasn’t Maverick, the Dog Of Destiny, rolling in deer poop, belying his poodle lineage!

  14. dan
    May 15th, 2014 at 18:16 | #14

    taint nothing like a good ole roll in the deer poop.

  15. May 15th, 2014 at 20:03 | #15

    It was… indeed, Maverick, Dog Of Destiny. Even poodles can be quirky…

    Jorma

  16. Scott Meyers
    May 16th, 2014 at 08:51 | #16

    Everything in perspective JK. From 2400 to current day, all part of the stew of life.

  17. May 17th, 2014 at 10:22 | #17

    I remember you as Jerry from the American School in Manila in the late Fifties. A few years later I lived in the Bay Area and often wondered if Jorma Kaukonen might be the same guy. Naah, I thought. I don’t remember Jerry being able to play the guitar ! Oops, guess I was wrong.

  18. chuck newman
    May 18th, 2014 at 12:51 | #18

    I just might have to lose some weight so I could fit into that jacket. Pretty snazzy jacket and obviously high quality to have lasted so well. Like its owner. Jorma with regards to 2400 let me say I’m known to be slow on the uptake sometimes. I should realize that all of that is bitter-sweet and I’m truly sorry for anytime my comments may have given a moment of that feeling. You are truly a patient man.

  19. May 18th, 2014 at 13:27 | #19

    Hi Chuck…

    I guess I’m not expressing myself clearly. Many of my memories are just part of my story, such as it is. There is nothing either bitter or sweet here for me. it just is. I do not choose to live in the past or to look longingly at it. I enjoy discoursing about life in general… obviously. I live in the present and try to make plans for the future. I’ll let you know how that works out. That said, I enjoy the comments, by the bye.

    Be well…

    jorma

  20. mutt
    May 20th, 2014 at 13:11 | #20

    Wish I could find that old FarSide cartoon of Rex the mutt sniffin’ around Gertrude the bitch’s door sayin,”Don’t know watcha been rollin’ in Gertrude, but you sure do stink pretty.”

    It’s a dog thang . . .

    mutt

  21. SULLY–”JerTheYounger”..
    December 3rd, 2014 at 23:49 | #21

    What a wonderful Thanksgiving with the extended Kaukonen family and my mother. Fine food and finer friends. Working on our third decade as pals and family. Not sure how it passed so quickly, ’cause I’m still a kid!! Thanks Jorm, it’s all been a pleasure. Looking fwd to The Beacon show and a bite of The Big Apple. TRAVEL SAFELY!! JER