Jack Estlow, Jr.
1925 - 2010
Back in the late forties,
when I was a kid of about eight, I remember hearing my father talking glowingly
of “Jack Estlow,” something my father seldom did. As it turned out
'Jack' regularly volunteered to play taps at the National Cemetery on Lee
As fate would have
it, I was sixteen before N.H. Boswell introduced me to Jack. It was none
too soon either, I was at a very difficult time in my life and I needed
a friend, a father figure, and a brother all rolled into one, and Jack
filled the bill.
Ever since then he
has been a true friend; I can honestly say he helped me reach adulthood
without killing myself.
Jack and John were
alike in so many ways, they had a 'father and son' relationship that was
the envy of everyone who knew them. With them both gone now, the world
is diminished for those of us who were so fortunate to have known them.
Thanks Jack, for the
value you added to my life—I miss you already, 'Ole Buddy,'