Dec. 4th, an auspicious day for me. Today is the day that my #2 son, Randall Wm. Jager, reaches the magnificent age of 60 years. And tomorrow, Dec. 5th, my #3 son, Alan Wayne Jager, becomes 58 years of age.
It doesn’t seem possible, of course, that I could have given birth to men of this age. Not to mention the number #1 son, Stephen Jay Jager became 62 years on Nov. 9th. And trailing behind them in years only, is Martin Earl Jager who reached 55 years on March 27th.
Thinking about all of them and how alike and yet how different they all are, has brought back a lot of memories. They are all good dependable men, have their own place in society, and are sons to be proud of.
Steve is the oldest – he got to go first on everything, to be the boss to his brothers, and the one to set an example. He excelled in school, became an Student Council member, and graduated with honors. He has been a father to both children and stepchildren and a successful workaholic all of his life. He has a great job on an oil rig in Pennsylvania and other states. He is an avid reader and we all know where he gets that from, me. And when you want something worked out you can depend on Steve to figure it out.
Randy also did very well in school. He then enlisted in the US Air Force where he was chosen to be one of the four airmen that lived in underground missile silos where they guarded our country, a great honor. Randy has always been our loner – takes after his mother that way. For years he has been a gold prospector in California, and for a long time I had trouble keeping up with him. But besides that he has become a truck driver all up and down the Western States. He and I have a great relationship via text most of the time.
Alan is #3, and when he was very young he was always the goof off in our family. The one who could make you laugh or drive you crazy. He could fix anything. He evolved into a very hardworking oilman, saved his money, built a house, started a great business that he took over from his father, Preston Jager, and became a staunch business man. He raised a wonderful family that we are all proud of, and he even became a politician. Now he has just taken on a new job as Holton Township supervisor in Michigan.
Finally, here comes Marty, the youngest. As did his brothers he did well in school but his life took on another meaning when he joined the US Navy, where he rose thru the ranks and made us all proud of him. Marty also took on the care of both children and stepchildren and has done a wonderful job of it. Now, after retiring from the Navy, he is employed as a mechanic in Florida. He is a very thoughtful and loving person to all who know him.
When I think of all four men I think of how proud their father, Preston Jager, was of them. He too was a hardworking, intelligent, family man, and that has carried over unto all of them. All four of them have been wonderful to their two stepfathers, Gary Bosley, and Bob Rider. Both fathers made a great contribution to the loving men that my sons have become.
My “boys” are loving, courageous and dependable, and how much more could any mother ask for than to have sons like these? They will always be boys to me. To know that they love me and care about me is the greatest gift of all.
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I love this. I know I am not one of the original 4, but these are my brothers. I to am a Jager I am the youngest at the age of 41. I may not be an original but I am a Jager non the less. I take my name and actions and accountability very seriously. I hope that I continue to make them proud. As I am proud to call them brothers.