Jerry Gladstone & Christopher Morales Took More Than My Money

Seth Garceau (right) and friends going to a Bob Dylan concert
with Seth's father, Rick Garceau, in Des Moines, Iowa in 2004.

By Rick Garceau

When I was growing up, I loved listening to music. My passion was so strong that I knew it was something I wanted to share with my children, Seth and Tess.

Although the popular music of the time had changed between our generations, I still wanted the kids to appreciate classic rock in the way that I did. I started by introducing songs from bands such as The Grateful Dead, The Beatles, and Bob Dylan. In the morning, while I prepared breakfast I would blast music from these bands that the kids thought was “outdated.” While they would eat, I would sing along with the music and they would laugh and make jokes about how terrible my singing was. Even though the jokes were at my expense, I couldn’t think of a better way to spend my mornings. Seth and Tess eventually learned the words better than I did, and that’s when I knew that music was something that would keep us together.

As the kids got older and started spending more time with their friends, our family still had the music to keep us in touch. My son and his friends were all Bob Dylan fans, just as I was, so it was a great surprise that they kept me in mind when they had an extra ticket to one of his shows. I was touched that out of all the people they could have asked to go, they chose me. The only problem was that I was building a house on Madeline Island in Lake Superior, and the concert was 11 hours away in Des Moines. However, I wasn’t going to let the distance keep from missing out on this great opportunity to enjoy Dylan with Seth and his friends.

I left early in the morning and drove nine hours to my hometown to pick up the boys and proceed to the concert. After three more hours of driving, we were finally there. The concert was phenomenal, as we all expected. But what I will remember most are the smiles of excitement on the boys’ faces during the entire show. At that moment, I forgot about the long drive ahead of me and just let the good times roll.

Shortly after the concert, Seth, a member of the Iowa National Guard, volunteered to join his battalion to fight the war in Iraq. After a mere 30 days of being there, Seth was killed by a roadside bomb that struck his Humvee. During the years to follow, I experienced many different emotions, but a large part of what I was feeling was emptiness. When you lose a child you not only lose them, but you also lose a huge part of yourself.

It took me awhile to adjust, but I found that through listening to music, I could start getting that part of myself back. Music has a way of conveying emotions that you sometimes can’t explain on your own. Music gave me a voice of my own and by listening to music that Seth and I both loved, I found a way to keep him alive in my heart. I eventually got back on my feet and started feeling more and more like myself. But something was still missing.

Although Seth was always with me in my heart, I wanted a way to celebrate his life and our love for music in a way that everyone could see. I devoted the next few years to remodeling my living room into a room built completely for Seth. In this room, I started by displaying military emblems, such as his purple heart and the items that he was carrying at the time of his death.

I didn’t want the entire room to be about Seth’s military endeavors, though, so I thought carefully about other ways I could memorialize his life. That's when I found Jerry Gladstone's autograph company, American Royal Arts. I ended up purchasing an autographed Grateful Dead guitar and an autographed Dylan and the Dead poster to remind me of the cherished hours Seth and I used to spend together, talking, laughing, and listening to these famous artists.

These tokens of the bond with my son meant the world to me. So I was devastated to discover that the autographs on the guitar and the poster, like all the classic rock memorabilia sold to me by Jerry Gladstone, were forgeries authenticated by Christopher Morales.

Now, the memorabilia that once brought back pleasant memories of my son elicits feelings of heartbreak and disgust.

By betraying me and thousands of others like me, these criminals have not only stolen our money. They have robbed us of much more than that.

Tags: Jerry gladstone, american royal arts, christopher Morales, dylan, fake, forgeries, grateful dead

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Permalink Reply by Josh Board on January 17, 2012 at 10:30am

This was a sad story on many levels. My heart goes out to you.

Thanks for taking the time to share it.

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Permalink Reply by terrier8HOF on January 17, 2012 at 10:40am

I'm speechless. what a heartbreaking story.

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Permalink Reply by A.B. on January 17, 2012 at 10:55am

This is very sad, indeed :(

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Permalink Reply by Steve Cyrkin, Admin on January 17, 2012 at 11:05am

Here is a blog about another piece Rick bought from American Royal Arts:

http://live.autographmagazine.com/profiles/blogs/ara-jimi-hendrix-f...

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Permalink Reply by CEE GEE on January 17, 2012 at 11:22am

Rick...my heart goes out to you and your family about how tragic this story really is especially for your son...My hats off to him and to any one that served this great country...from the collectors perspective we have all been burned by fakes but this is much more personal...I really don't know much about Rock autos but if there is any baseball autos you were interested in purchasing or had an interest in please let me know since I can help you in that aspect of not getting burned...contact me anytime

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Permalink Reply by JJKANDLAK on January 17, 2012 at 12:32pm

Very sad, a real bitter pill to swallow.

I'm a former Iowan who attended several concerts at old Vets Auditorium in Des Moines.

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Permalink Reply by GetBeatles on January 17, 2012 at 1:12pm

Rick first and foremost I salute your son, Seth, for he gave the ulimate for our country. I couldn't be more disgusted by the greed that permiates the autograph industry. If the number of forgeries vs real items is an indication of trustworthyness vs non, what a sad sad world we live in. I am sorry you were subjected to this and hope there is some way to recoup..yes i know the money is secondary but it is a way to punish the greedy where it hurts.

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Permalink Reply by J.Seah on January 17, 2012 at 1:25pm

Thanks for sharing your father and son story! It touched my heart deeply.
God Bless you!

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Permalink Reply by roger epperson on January 17, 2012 at 1:28pm

Wow, I'm so sorry.

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Permalink Reply by DB on January 17, 2012 at 1:37pm

Rick, it's personal and I understand that all too well. I don't know what the bankruptcy proceedings can evolve too but there are lots of clever bankruptcy lawyers and I have to believe you are pursuing this avenue. That is where the anger needs to be concentrated. None of this is going to bring Seth back and the favorite stories will live on and hopefully reclaiming authentic items (& reimbursement in the process).

An 80+ year old out here in mass., just gave away $400k (her entire life savings) to the "you have won a prize" and the lowlife in Calif., who cashed the checks, keeps a fee while claiming he has nothing to do with the solicitation then wires the rest to offshore accounts. All too often, too many of us, want to believe the people selling are selling authentic and like so many of us have found.. we usually get taken. It's much more painful in this instance due to the circumstances you cite.

Unfortunately, scammers could care less about the ones they are getting the $$ from and that is the attitude you now take in pursuing your options. Seth, was on a mission and the mission is to 1. know your enemy, and 2. Seek & Destroy. That mission is now yours and the scoundrels you cite. For some of us who walked point when it wasn't fashionable here are my thoughts, "take no prisioner" in accomplishing your mission! Legally of course!