Jack and Ruth were a very special couple. They treated our huge family with love and kindness. I recall many times Jack telling me that one day in the summer of 1963, they looked out the front window of their Detroit home and saw a sight to behold. It was a ruby red Volkswagen van bursting with children practically falling out the windows. We were the new neighbors next store. Jack would just chuckle about that.
As a family of 11, the kids ranged in age from newborn to 12. Sometimes we were identified by numeric birth order and I was #7. Jack loved to reminisce about the antics we would pull and the animals we would bring home in the city. Could be a rabbit one day or a cat, dog, guinea pig, turtle, duck and even one day a horse. Ruth yelled over to Jack and said you’re never going to believe this...those kids brought home a horse! Jack and Ruth just laughed and laughed!
As kids, we looked up to Jack especially on his knowledge and skills with bicycles, cars, motorcycles and just about anything with a wheel. He also showed me how to clean the white walls on my Mustang. Jack was there for all of us at one time or another. He used to say he loved us living next door to him and would not have had it any other way. I say the same. We were so fortunate to know him and Ruth.
I stayed in touch with them throughout the years and Jack could still recite the family names of the kids by birth order. Jack frequently talked about cars, family, friends, bicycles, Detroit history, frozen dinners, Klondike ice cream bars, military vehicles, airplanes, his golf cart, etc. He was like an encyclopedia. Jack’s happy hour parties were legendary! Sometimes I would call and he’d say hey #7, it’s happy hour and my friends are over so we cut the conversation short. He loved those highball drinks.
I will miss our calls but I know he is now at peace with his lovely wife Ruth. Happiness and joy to you my friend, Love #7.