On New Year’s Day while most men are engrossed in football, my 89-year-old father was sidelined by bilateral Achilles’ tendon ruptures—a rare complication of Levaquin therapy. Given my father’s age and his likely sedentary lifestyle, the orthopedist embarked upon conservative therapy. My father was disheartened to hear that he would need to have both ankles immobilized for many months, with only minimal weight bearing on one.
He thought that his life was over and became passive and dependent. He did what most people of his generation do in the hospital. He checked his independence at the door. He only did what the doctors or nurses told him to do, never asking to get up in the chair, never venturing outside his room, eating meals in bed unless nursing staff got him up.
A Musical Life
Until hospitalization, he had lived alone with his Brittany Spaniel in a two-story home with the full bath and bedroom on the second floor. He had even given music lessons in the basement. He had driven his car, bought groceries, walked his dog, and had been responsible for his own cooking, laundry, appointments, and medications, including warfarin.
Music, though, is the passion of his life. As a teenager in the 1930s, he learned to play the trombone by playing along with great players at night in the family car, which “had the best radio.” Later, he rode the train weekly from his home in Appleton, Wis., to Chicago to study with Jerry Chimera, a well-known master, and toured the Midwest with the region’s hottest bands while completing a Bachelor of Music degree at Lawrence University, Appleton, Wis.
At various times, he made a living as freelance trombonist in both New York City and Los Angeles. He was a studio musician with the NBC Orchestra and played lead with many great names, including Les Brown—and his Band of Renown!—and Doris Day during the Big Band Era, before embarking on an academic career. He completed his master’s degree at the University of Southern California (Los Angeles) and was a professor of music at universities in Montana and New York before settling in the Midwest to teach band to elementary and secondary students at public schools.
His personal life was filled with music. He was the principal trombonist with the Rochester (N.Y.) Symphony for 43 years, until macular degeneration made it impossible to continue. He also had an active schedule with a local jazz band, The Turkey River All-Stars, who have played a multitude of venues, both local and national. He has played with the Turkeys on the Delta Queen paddleboat, for four United States presidents, in Branson (Mo.), and at jazz festivals from here to New Orleans.
After “retirement” at age 70, he continued to give private music lessons for up to 42 students a week. At 89 he still gives private music lessons, though he now teaches on a less rigorous schedule with fewer students. When we ask him to tell us about his greatest source of satisfaction, he says, “The greatest achievement of my life was passing on my love of music to my sons. I am especially proud when they play together or Randy gets to play with the Rochester Orchestra.”
One of my first responsibilities after his hospitalization was to cancel his students’ lessons. One student, though, really needed some help with a piece for a competition. Because there was nothing wrong with Dad except his ankles, we wanted to help make that possible. We knew that Mayo hospitalists would support our goal of helping Dad to be as functional as possible. The staff needed to know—and Dad needed a reminder—that he wasn’t a typical 89-year-old.