Marching to the Beat of Mr. C.
“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.” John 3:16
Jerry Carasea has left this life before the rest of us were ready to let him go… typical of him. Anyone who knew him was aware that Jerry could leave a conversation mid-sentence if he thought he knew how it would end. When you had his attention, it was 100%, but you had better talk fast and with few words.
Jerry’s high energy, sharp focus, and love for everything musical were instrumental in his success as a father, husband, friend, musician, music teacher, band director, music contest judge, and educational music consultant.
As his wife, best friend, and mother to our children, I realize that Jerry knew we would be okay. Jerry believed all of us to be capable of more than what we thought we could. Jerry marched to the beat of his own drum, and he made sure we all followed him. He made it fun, and he made us better people because of it.
On June 13th, 2019, Jerry took Matt and I to Isle of Palms, South Carolina. We had two special weeks at the beach before medical symptoms forced his return for testing. Jerry’s family and friends held his hand and talked to him during his last five days with us. He was never in any pain and was aware of everyone around him. On July 11th, 2019, Jerry passed away from this earth due to organ failure from pancreatic and liver cancer. We will never forget his life and his love for all of us, as his spirit lives on.
Mrs. C.
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Leave a tributeRather, I choose to recollect his wrinkled-nose smile and him laughing at his own jokes as if he just heard it for the first time. We laughed too, but more because of his amusement than the joke itself. He inspired us to perform to the best of our ability and treated us as if we were professional musicians playing at Severance Hall instead of a bunch of kids playing in a school gymnasium. Because of him, I have a love of jazz and classical music to this day. I don’t know anyone that was better suited for their chosen profession than Mr. C was for his. I'm a better person for having known him, if only for a couple years.
Rest in peace, Mr. Carasea.
He didn't just teach me to be an amazing bassoonist and a so-so mellophone player (that was my fault), he taught me and so many thousands before and after me, what kind of person to be. I became a professional musician thanks to him, always striving for excellence and seeking his approval. I always sent him my CDs, would occasionally stop by the school to see him, and begged him to sell me one of his bassoons, which he always refused.
I will forever remember my bassoon lessons with him when he would whittle on my reed, wipe the shavings on my pants, and say "So, Galbraith...how's your love life?" just to catch my awkward teenage self off guard. I will never forget the feeling when our band was the first Cloverleaf band to qualify for state competition. Some of my best memories were on that marching band field and on our many trips.
The world became a darker place today without him, except that those like me who carried their music with them into adulthood might brighten our own torches a little more, knowing that in remembering him, we now carry the torch.
If I can't make it to the services (I am in New York), my heart will be there. I know there are so many people I would love to see again...my true childhood friends, my band rat family. My heart and greatest sympathies go out to his family.
Signed, Pam Galbraith, class of 1986 (aka Angel Pam West)
What a great teacher and supportive person! I graduated in 1982, Mr C's first years at Cloverleaf! Marching band, jazz band and concert band. He made it all great. I felt like he taught me so so much! R. I. P.
As I struggle to comprehend that someone so pure in spirit....so unique...and so much a true role model could leave us so suddenly, all I can say is that no one ever completely dies as long as they live in the memory of those who knew him and perpetuate his legacy.
Every one of us fortunate enough to have known Jerry carry the seeds to plant his ideals, knowledge, humor, wit, and integrity in future soil. In that sense, Jerry is timeless and immortal. And, if he were to read this tribute his initial statement would be, "What a crock of s**t!" But, his private aside would be, "You're an okay cat, Jayne." That was Jerry...
My deepest condolences to Jerry's wife, Carolyn, and their children. The Pellegrino family (and I'm talking about the COMPANY family - the entire dysfunctional bunch of us) are here for you. We mourn the loss of one of our own....
You told it like it was. No one could get away with saying the things that you said but the important part was; you really cared about the human being that you were talking to. They could feel you pushing them to be better.
I will always remember how you would share a joke and then laugh at your own joke so hard that the tears rolled down your face.
I have missed our relationship for awhile now. You made the world a better place. The world is definitely different without Jerry Carasea. See you later my friend.
Thank you Mr. C for all you did for us. I hope you have a big band in heaven to lead! For his family, many thoughts and prayers!
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I cried the whole time.
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The entire time I remembered his crowning achievement. My junior year we won grand champion at the Brunswick competition with a score of 272, I think it was. We were standing at parade rest on the field for the awards ceremony while Wadsworth was next to us and going crazy as they were awarded the first awards.
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They were cheering, hooping and hollering and some were mocking us as each of the first four or five awards went to them.
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But then the first of the big three awards came. The announcer said “Cloverleaf” as though he was surprised. Then the second was ours ... Wadsworth kids started to worry... and then the third..... and then GRAND CHAMPION!
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That, for me, was the pinnacle of four years as part of Mr. C’s band.
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I’m proud that my freshman class was the first to make it to State. And I’m also proud that we got a “1” all four years while in band.
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That is a testament to Mr. C.. That time was his magnum opus. Those of us who experienced that will never forget that accomplishment. And it’s Mr. C’s direction, hard work and will that led us to that incredible feat.
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And then later when I saw that Cloverleaf had gone to something like 25 or more years in a row to State, I smiled with pride.
THAT was Mr. C’s life’s work.
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Well done, our mentor and friend.
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We stand in attention to honor you.
Thank you, Mr. C for all you have done for me and all of your students. You will be greatly missed. ❤️
I only had the privilege of him teaching me for a bit in elementary school, but I will never forget him teaching me alternative fingerings for the clarinet. He always called me “The Missing Lenk” as I was the final Lenk to go through Cloverleaf. He was a big part of my childhood as I was always around my sisters, going to band concerts and football games. Rest In Peace Mr. C and thank you for everything you’ve done.
My deepest sympathies to Mr. C's family. Peace to all of you and thank you for sharing him with us for so many years.
Jennifer (Slife) Morgan
Class of 1991
When my dad had a heart attack the following summer Mr. C was my rock. Mr. C made my teenage years bearable and always encouraged me to be better. This was before Glee when it wasn't cool to be nerdy and into band and drama.
He was a mentor to me and a father figure in so many ways. My appreciation of all music, especially jazz, is because of him. He was a great teacher and friend. The world got a little darker today...
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Dennita
We miss him no less now than when he passed from this world four years ago today. It's still amazing to me how he is still so conscious and real to us in our daily lives.
Our family is blessed with so many good memories of our time together. Like the time he was driving us to our favorite ice cream place, Biggins on the Portage Lakes. He was going a bit too fast, slammed on the brakes while turning the wheel then slid on the gravel sideways into the parking lot yelling... "Yee haw! What a ride!"
And yes, now there are sad and tearful times knowing we cannot see him in this life again.
But while he was here, he enriched our lives with fun and laughter and the strongest love.
Then he slid into death sideways, worn out and screaming... "Woo Hoo! What a ride!" (George Carlin on a well lived life.)
God's blessings upon you all.
A New Year's Birthday as told by Carolyn Carasea
And then it got better. A group of bagpipers came into the pub. They played for awhile. I'm half Scottish on my dad's side and love to hear the pipes so I enjoyed it immensely. But it was the only instrument that Jerry could not stand. He said it was a weapon of war. This is true.
Then they piped themselves out of the pub through the cobbled streets of Alexandria and into the next pub. Numerous patrons, including Jerry and I, followed them through numerous pubs that night. It was definitely a night to remember.
When we called it a night (actually morning) and circled back to the car I was missing something. I took off my shoes while bar hopping as it was difficult to walk on cobblestone in heels. I had no idea which pub I left my shoes in!
He helped me in many ways, professionally and personally. I valued his support. I’ll never forget the day he helped me move into my new home. He had a bad back, but still helped me move a very heavy refrigerator.
When it came time time for him to move on professionally, I called Bob Hofstetter, the Supervisor of Music in Wayne County to recommend he hire Gerry. He informed me that I was a little late since he already received many calls supporting Gerry and was indeed going to hire him.
i could relate many stories about Gerry that show what a fantastic band director, musician and friend to many people he was. Suffice it to say that he will be missed by all who knew him hope we’ll meet again on some “stage” performing with a heavenly ensemble.