Tom Pendleton - A Mother's Day Story

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Today I have owned my 74 Jazz 44 years. I had it as a kid, as a father, and now a grandfather It always reminds me how wonderful my Mother was.

I cut grass all summer to buy my first bass. Started playing commercially at 14. Played regularly in in a couple of bands and in my high school Jazz band. I saved up money from my gigs and bought my second bass and a bigger amp. Unfortunately, our house was broken into and that Bass was stolen. I was devastated and absolutely miserable. I had no idea what I would do.

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I went to school on 9th of May 1975 and walked into the band director’s office. I was shocked to find my mother there with the band director. On the floor in front of them, in a case, was a brand-new Fender Jazz. I was informed that it was mine… I couldn’t believe it. We lived modestly, so I know it was a great sacrifice. It was the Bass I wanted. How she knew that I will never know, but that just attests to how special she was.

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Although it doesn’t get the play it deserves, no other bass I own will ever be cherished as much. It’s a simple reminder of how very wonderful my mother was. R.I.P. Mom