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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 In the morning, while I prepared breakfast I would blast music from these bands that the kids thought was “outdated.”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 Gordon O'Steen on January 21, 2012 at 11:07am

I second that invitation.

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Permalink Reply by Rick Garceau on January 19, 2012 at 9:37am

Just a correction to Steve's comment: he had son and named him after Seth and Seth was the boys Godfather

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Permalink Reply by Steve Cyrkin, Admin on January 19, 2012 at 9:48am

Sorry, Rick. I'll correct that.

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Permalink Reply by Jack Reynolds on January 20, 2012 at 3:26pm

Rick, I am so sorry for your loss.

God Bless you and your family.

Jack

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Permalink Reply by Gordon O'Steen on January 21, 2012 at 11:06am

I am truly sorry for your loss Rick.

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Permalink Reply by Rick Garceau on January 21, 2012 at 5:59pm

Once again, I thank everyone for their comments. Our story is a difficult one to tell for both my daughter and I , but one we felt was important in order to show the emotional impact it has on people, and I hope it encourages others to share their stories

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Permalink Reply by Rick Meyer on January 21, 2012 at 7:05pm

Sorry for your loss Rick. Your son is my hero.

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Permalink Reply by David K on January 29, 2012 at 5:37pm

I got a catalog from these forgery scum years ago..I looked at the autographs and saw they seemed to have signed items no one else had..signed Dylan guitars, CSNY by all 4, Rolling Stones guitars...etc. I called them and said--where did you get the Dylan guitar "from a well known source and we cant tell you who that is". I knew they were liars,.a real autograph dealer will tell you where he got the autograph. I asked them who authenticated thjeir signatures and they said "WE give you our OWN COA..it says right on it--AUTHENTIC"..(in other words a piece of paper worth nothing...I said GOODBYE. and neve looked at another catalog.....but I assume they DID sell to many who bought their lies...