January 25th, 1927 Calvin Jack Gregg was born. Though he preferred to be called Jack and less of a Calvin (but I think Cal is a good nickname too). Father of 5. Husband to my Mamaw, Ireta. He owned a brake and alignment shop in Elwood, IN - where I grew up. They had a little ranch style home in town that was close to the Babe Ruth ballpark. I remember as a kid my brother (Noah) and I would play up and down the block, riding bicycles and such. Wed stop by Papaws auto shop, and try to sneak peeks of the titty calendars on the mechanics work bench. Even one time, me and one of the other cousins were messing with the rotary telephone, like the heathens we were raised up to be, and prank dialed 911. Sorry mom and dad. During the summer, Mamaw and Papaw would drive up from Florida in their Winnebago and stay with each of their childs families for a few weeks. Papaw eventually carved Camp #1 into a big Beech tree that shadowed one side of our driveway. He got sick with cancer and dementia as I was turning into a young man. I never got have a beer with him, or indulge on his lifes perspectives like I wouldve liked to do. But when I think about it, I see that my dad is always friendly, always laughs, always jokes, always smiles and it reminds me of ol Jack Gregg, my grandfather. Missing my Pa and my Papaw today. Hope to be just as cool as one of those turkeys when I grow up. Well you gotta go baby... Chase your soul, child. Everybody knows that youve got to leave. We all had the time of our lives. Dont know you...we all gotta go someday? Yes we do, you know its true. Papaw wouldve been 88 today. I hope hes having a fine time up in the stars, shinning down.
Posted on: Sun, 25 Jan 2015 22:00:41 +0000
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