Bruce Springsteen's wonderful mum, Adele
September 21, 2017
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Morris Jackson was an ordinary man. He would have been 104 on September 30th. He was born in 1913 in the North of England. At thirty, he married late for his generation. He was waiting for his true love, Dinah Alexander. One meeting and he was smitten. They were blessed with a daughter and son. A modest gentleman, an honest man, strict to his values, and full of love and humour. They don't make them like that anymore. He worked hard in his father's family business, Jackson's Roasted Peanuts. His father was a living legend, the Peanut King. He joked that they only ever made peanuts, so he ventured out on his own, and established the textile business, Morris Jackson Angel-Etts, Great Britain. It survived three generations, and was the source of livelihood for many families.
Morris Jackson, an ordinary man. For me he was extraordinary, he was my Grandpa. My earliest memories are with him. I was his first grandchild. I can see myself sitting on his lap eating dark chocolate together, feeling secure and loved. I remember well him smoking his pipe, and the whole accompanying ceremony. The tapping out of the old tobacco, the dedicated intricate prodding with the pipe-cleaner. The crackling sound of the opening of the tobacco packet, and me watching him intently as he filled the pipe-chamber with the loose tobacco. And his scent, the most manly aroma of tobacco and Old Spice, which you would thought would be overwhelming for my delicate senses, but was soft and reassuring. The calm anticipation, as he brought the pipe-stem slowly and steadily to his lips, held between his thumb and two fingers. Then, with the bit between his teeth, the meditative putt putt putt sound of him drawing on the smoke.
An ordinary man, but so special. The summer of my 3rd birthday we drove to the South of France. I saw fireworks for the first time, experienced my first sunburn, and tasted caramelized peanuts on the beach in Cannes. My life was just beginning. My Grandpa's life was drawing to a close. Four years later his life came to an end. He was only 62 and was diagnosed with early-onset Alzheimer's. It took another 10 painful, sad, cruel, tortuous, desperate, helpless, hopeless, futile, and devastating years for his heart to stop beating.
An ordinary man. It could happen to anyone.
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Bruce Springsteen's mother, 91-year-old Adele Springsteen , was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease four years ago. Adele is still a regular at Springsteen's shows. Here you can see her enjoying her son's music and she even gets a dance with him.