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Brother-in-laws often become very brotherly
Howard Lestrud, Contributing Writer
Howard Lestrud, Reflections

Our mortality is always in question but more so as we approach monumental birthdays.

My brother-in-law Myrvin (Jake) Hose was shooting for 90 but was stopped short because of ongoing health issues.

Jake was a native Austinite who fell in love with my parents’ family farm in Freeborn County, just two miles west of Corning. Jake was married to my sister Janice.

I was asked by family to write a eulogy for my brother-in law. Readers, you may not have known him, but he meant a lot to me and my brother Dave and sister Janice.

Here it goes:

As I remember my brother-in-law, (Myrvin) Jake Hose, all kinds of positive images pop into my head.

I remember him. . . .

  • Coming to the Lestrud farm and offering to help with barn chores.
  • Changing clothes in the cold of winter at his car parked in a snow drift.
  • Fixing a flat tire on my two-wheel bike.
  • Telling me I should take gun training and he would pay for it.
  • Impressed by my gun training results, he offered to buy me a shotgun. The gun he lined me up with was a 16-gauge Browning automatic. This gun is still regarded as one of the best on the market.

• Congratulating me when I shot my first pheasant when hunting with Jake and an army of hunters on my parents’ property.

  • As a U.S. Navy man who served on the USS Reclaimer.
  • As a man in full naval uniform at his wedding to my sister.

• As a loving brother-in-law who bought myself and brother Dave a beautifully stitched Japan jacket.

  • As a dedicated lover to my sister, even when he was serving overseas in the area later known s Vietnam. He wrote faithfully and I think these love letters are still in Jake’s archives somewhere.
  • As being faithful to his parents, Gert and Glen, offering to help his parents at their store, West Side Market. He taught me how to count back change to a customer. Not too many young retail workers know how to do that.

• As a wannabe farmer. He loved helping Jan’s mom (Alma) and dad (Willie) with chores. He called Willie, Bill.

  • As a concerned husband who consoled my sister after she lost two young children. He played the role of psychologist, exercise guru and faithful husband.

• As an avid aviation fan. When younger he built model airplanes that really flew. As he got older, he graduated into flying a real airplane. I can vividly remember him “buzzing” my parents’ farm and later landing on a small air strip in Maple Island.

  • Being a very supportive parent during adoption proceedings for Michelle and Steven.

• Continuing to being a supportive and caring parent and grandparent and great grand parent until his death

  • His drooping shoulders as he fought back pain.
  • His love shown to all the dogs he and Janice cared for.
  • Being a supportive father to two guinea pigs.
  • Fighting his health ailments and often winning the battle.

• Spending special time with his three siblings.

I remember him as a brother-in-law but am sure he regarded me and my brother as brothers he never had.

I could go on and on about remembering Jake. Most of all, I remember Jake as a caring husband who could get his wife out of a diabetic reaction very quickly. He knew what to do. Jake said he knew something wasn’t quite right when Jan was reading a menu upside down.

We are all fortunate to have known a man he even called himself proudly, Mr. Hose.

You will be missed, Myrvin Hose, Jake Hose and dad to Michelle and Steven. We loved you dearly and that love was returned by him.

RIP, Jake Hose.

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