Some of my favorite memories of Grandpa are: baking him his favorite sweets - cookies, empanadas, chocolate cake; him telling me all about the jobs he had and showing me his scrapbook photos; him letting me try on his Navy uniform hat and his old-time British Bobby hat; him letting us keep our sand toys with his tool bench at the cabin (so we could "work" together); his bowl of Jolly Ranchers that only had green apple left because me and Josh would eat all of the other flavors; playing horseshoes with him at the cabin and him teaching me the solitaire marble game; and him taking me and Josh for ice cream cones at McDonald's whenever he picked us up from school.  I'm going to miss him!

Janice and I were so shocked and saddened to hear of uncle Jack's passing as were my son and daughter, Garrett and Lisa.
  The picture that I posted is one that I will keep and treasure forever. We thank God that we made that trip to see you guys, both for my Mom who passed away a few months later and for Jack. That's the last picture that we have of them together.
  Jack will forever be in our hearts. We miss him.
  Carol, if there is anything that we can do for you please don't hesitate to call. I know that Mom and Jack are together in Heaven, probably having a glass of wine.

Just a few of my memories of Grandpa Jack: 1. I remember him having a big jar of jolly ranchers in his old house. 2. He would play checkers with me. 3. He had a really nice pair of binoculars, and we would watch golfers in the summer. 4. We used to ride our bikes along their street. 5. He would pass the football with me. 6. At the cabin we would pretend he was a monster and we would put coasters on his joints to neutralize him so he couldn’t attack us. 7. At the cabin he would let me split wood and it was really fun. 8. He could make a cool noise that sounded like a crow. 9. I remember he would open his eyes really wide and it would make us all laugh. 10. I also remember trying to teach him chess. 11. I remember when he surprised us at the airport when it was late. 12. I remember taking walks with him in the front of their house in the trees. I would break branches and he would jokingly say, "What did the tree ever do to you?!?" 13. I also remember when we would go find golf balls in their backyard. 14. At the cabin we would play all kinds of board games. 15. At the cabin we would sit on their couch and watch tv together. 16. We also would sit by the fire roasting marshmallows and drinking hot cocoa.

I am sure our dads served together in the UDT and in Korea because they both joined at the same time. My family just lost our Hero, everyone's legend, our dad, granddad, & Great Granddad, Mr. Fix-it, Leader, Teacher, Teamster and a husband to my mother for 61 years who passed away before our dad back in October 2016. I will look through photo's to see what I can find but I am sure I have a few of your dad. It sounds like your family is feeling the same loss our family is feeling. Hopefully knowing what a great man your dad was will help easy the painful loss in your heart. My dad's name was PRFowler, Wallace (Wally).
Will send photos when my daughter's return them. We just celebrated his life on Sunday here in San Diego.

Peggy Sue Bostwick 

Good bye Jack, I am left now with memories, and what memories they are!  If you could speak now, you would say don't grieve for me,but continue to share love for those I left behind.  The memories are so many and I think of each and every one of them everyday (those that I can still remember that is). I still have my cap that I made up for us for our venture into home improvement and work for the senior ctr , the Laurel and Hardy Construction Co, where you measure once and have to cut twice.  When we played handball I always yelled (advised) at you to get off the wall after the serve, but you never did.  I wanted to bring a rope to tie around your waist to pull you off the wall, but I never did. Carole, I know you're exceptionally special to have Jack choose to marry you, and you to accept one special guy 

Your brother in life's adventures, Pat

Although he wasn't my birth father and I didn't meet him until I was 7 years old, he was every bit a father to me. He guided me through my teenage years, supported me in college, loved me through my bad choices, walked me down the aisle with my other dad, cared deeply for his grandchildren, and was an amazing husband to my mom. I will miss him so, so much.

Dear Jack, your absence from our lives now has left us heartbroken and so sad it's hard to express.  Our lives have now been changed forever with the loss of you our dearest friend.  As couples we did everything together for over 25 years.  Our activities are to numerous to list, we sure did it all.  I feel your friendship,along with Carole 's has made our lives, richer, happier, and more complete.  One thing I can never thank you enough for is the friendship, love, and companionship you shared with Pat.  It was always evident to me the special bond you two shared, you were truly brothers.  I'm hoping now in my sorrow of going forward without your physical presence, I can emulate your zest for life, your fairness when dealing with others, your ability to establish and maintain friendships, and the inner peace you had.  To me these are the legacies I will always be grateful for, relish, and hold dear in my heart.

With love forever, Katie 

I've been blessed to have had two fathers in my life. Both were equally-influential in their own ways. Since my first father died when I was 34, Jack was in my life much longer, at over 40 years as my step-father (although I called him Dad as well). He was also really the only father of mine that my three children knew.

A couple years ago, for Father's Day, I shared with him and my family some of the ways that he had influenced my life. And, by doing so, how he had influenced the lives of my children. Here's is what I shared:

First, were the things I either already had learned from other sources, but that he reinforced:

- Being playful with all people. Whether it was telling corny jokes, pulling people's legs, or pushing their buttons, this is something that dads are often credited with in the same way that moms are often credited with being more nurturing.

- Being frugal. As a child of the Depression, Dad was always vigilant about having us turn out the lights, keeping outside doors shut, and stuffing yourself at the all-you-can-eat buffet.

And now some things that were uniquely his contribution to my life:

- His oldest son, Mike (12 years older than me). My other step-brother, Doug, was in the Navy and college while I was growing up, but Mike made it a point to spend a lot of time with us, even after we were grown. He didn't have kids of his own to pass things on to so he passed them on to me and Paige instead. To me, he gave me a passion for the deliberate appreciation and understanding of all things: learning everything there is to know about something to better savor all aspects of it and not waste a single speck of the experience. He also taught me how to appreciate music ("If you like an album the first time you listen to it, then it's not a good one, because you'll quickly get tired of listening to it.") and instilled in me a confidence towards life from introducing me to skydiving (if I could jump out of a perfectly good airplane, then I could...[whatever]).

- Being a conscientious driver for passengers: drive for their comfort, with no sudden stops, swerves, starts, etc. That will also make you a safe driver.

- Give gratitude for, and show respect at, meals: always thank the chef and no whistling or elbows on the table.

- He exhibited a healthy lifestyle, particularly with regular exercise (hiking, handball), and eating well.

- Taught me how to be a handyman. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't know how to make repairs, paint, etc. Sometimes all it takes to be able to do something is to see it done by someone else; then you a least have the confidence to try it yourself.

- Showed me the value of respect. This was probably the most valuable lesson Dad taught me. Specifically, of how good it feels to be respected by those around us and how bad it feels when you lose that respect. I looked up to both my dads, but they had different ways of teaching me lessons and making sure I followed the rules. Dave didn't always like to explain why I needed to do something. He would often just tell me, "Because I said so," and would punish me with spanking or grounding if I didn't do it. The problem with that approach is that I wouldn't learn why it was a good idea for me to do what he told me to, except to avoid punishment. Therefore, if I thought I could get away with something without Dave finding out, then I would still do what he forbade (spend more time with my girlfriend, try alcohol, collect comic books, etc.), if I wanted to. Jack never punished me in those extrinsic ways, though. Instead, he took an intrinsic approach. He would pay me the respect of taking the time to teach me why it was in my interest to behave a certain way. Usually that would make me feel special and want to please him by respecting him back by taking his advice. When I didn't, though, I would feel terrible whenever he caught me not taking his advice because he would make it clear that I'd lost his respect. I hated that a lot more than being grounded! Not only did it feel worse, but earning back respect takes a lot longer than being grounded. Respect is easy to lose, but hard to earn.

In all those ways and more, Jack will live on in myself, my children, and many more, to the extent we are able to live those values ourselves and pass them along. They are part of a rich heritage indeed and one for which I will always be grateful and love him for.

Goodbye, Dad. I miss you already.