And now we attend sister Ethel's Celebration of Life in 10 days...Phil

Stan was a dear, dear friend with whom I had the best of times. I will greatly miss him. I loved cooking with Stan, as he was an amazing cook, and what a great stove he had. He loved that stove. The parties and dinners and all the fun times I will never, ever forget. He is one of the dearest friends I have ever had. Love you forever Stan, Annette

This is from my dearest friend:
As one of Sally's friends I saw Stan as an anchor—always full of light. As early as 1968, when Sally brought me home to meet her family, I enjoyed his quick wit and wise words.


Sally, what an honor to have Stan as your father. He made life your life interesting, challenging, and complex. I will always remember Stan’s presence in his home. It was always filled with fragrances of new recipes and jokes for us to enjoy.


Thank you Stan. Sally's life was better because of your character, devotion and love. We all appreciate being part of your rich life.

My grandfather had an influence over my life that I continue to discover, as time passes. As I mature, I can credit more and more my love of cooking, my distaste for disingenuousness, and the occasional taste for rugged ingenuity to my grandpa.
My memories of Stanley Bruce Jorgensen have always been colored with a youthful awe. As a youngster, I understood my grandfather as someone who was gruff and no-nonsense, while at the same time generous and extremely loving. We would go garage sailing (formative to my business sense, and plus I got to say my granpa took me sailing) every time we visited. Every time was a different adventure, that taught me there is often still treasure to be found in that which others would cast off.
I guess, I always thought of my grandfather in a few ways. He was my real-life, related version of Sean Connery, suave and classy and gentlemanly. He had a coffee cup that had the crest of the King of Sweden on it, and growing up, I always assumed it was a little memento from whenever he had been knighted (because of course, he had to be a Sir Stanley, in my mind).
He was always humorous, not in a way that was overly conscious of the current political climate, or events, or whatever, because if humor is to be timeless, it doesn't really consider those factors. He was a man who felt that fun should be fun.
He was kind and generous, in the most authentic way. The way in which recognition didn't matter, thanks didn't matter, just in the way that giving was it's own reward. A gregarious sort of generosity, that won you over easily to his side.
I am very well educated, and have put an emphasis on knowledge that would give me an edge in contests of trivia. I do not recall in my 28 years on this earth coming close to toppling Stan in the frequent contests of Jeopardy, a family pastime.
In my short life, I have had many realizations of the impact that my grandfather has had on my life. Though I really only had the opportunity to see him on the occasional yearly vacation in my youth, and less frequently as I got older, the influence Shranpaw (as I lovingly dubbed him) has had on me grows, and I am sure will continue to reveal itself.
I am so proud of him, and all he accomplished. I am so proud of the way he lived his life, and who he was, and the values he upheld. I am proud to be his grandson. And, I am proud to live my life knowing it has been influenced by someone of such timeless values and nature.
Grandpaw, you will be remembered in my thoughts, but also my deeds. I love you.
-Luke

My Dad was a soft spoken man with a huge heart that was far more likely to say something nice than ever to be critical. He was a man of great honor and humor and had a depth of knowledge that seemed bottomless. Nothing made me sadder than when nature took so much of his life experience away only to occasionally give it back from time to time. He was a humble man. One fond memory I have was when my father told Spencer and I that he wanted to buy us both new suits. We argued that it wasn't necessary but relented and he drove us both to the Mr. Mac men's store which is a high end men's store in Salt Lake City. When we arrived we were greeted by Mr. Mac himself who anyone in SLC consider a local celebrity in. Mr. Mac said "Good afternoon Mr. President" where as my father greeted Mr. Mac and said that he would like to buy his son's each a new suit. We were directed to the finer suits area where we were assisted by his top assistants and soon we had both selected our suits and were then directed to walnut lined fitting rooms where what seemed like teams of tailors measured and marked our new suits to fit perfectly. "Your suits will be ready for pickup in a few hours Mr. President" Thank Mac, see you then.

As we walked out I asked my dad about the "Mr. President" thing. He said, oh that, I'm the president of a breakfast club where we discuss current events etc. The group includes men like Mr Mac, Don Skaggs from Skaggs drug stores and other powerful and respected people including occasionally a US Senator. I was quite proud that my dad who owned an electronics repair company and dance studio and was not a pillar of industry or power would be chosen to lead up these morning meetings. A man respected for what he was and knew rather than where he came from. I will miss him.

Hunting and Fishing with Dad,
My father instilled in me my love for the great outdoors and adventure. Liz and I strive to share our love and respect of the great outdoors and try to instill those same beliefs to our grandchildren. These days many our adventures are epic and awesome.
Back then I think I was the one of us kids most persistent to come along and perhaps of the right age at the time and most eager to have gone with him and the guys from work out on deer hunting trips. Outdoor life was my magazine and I read each issue front to back. I got my first .22 rifle at about 10 years old.
Back then and probably still now a kids purpose on a hunt was to hike out to the next ridge into the densest forest and drive the deer to the waiting hunters. Dad used to say a box of shells for his rifle should last 20 years because when doing it right it should only take one shot. 

On one deer hunt when I was about 10 I remembered going out to drive out the deer and a sudden winter snow storm blew in and everything went to cloud and I got turned around and for a few hours traveled through some beautiful and untouched wilderness including a small stream and beaver ponds. Back then there were no Portable GPS units or Talkabouts. (although a compass would have been nice) Luckily, my plan to hike down the mountain to a find a road paid off and I after hiking back up the road was successful in linking back up with dad. Not being one to worry, he made it seem like it was no big deal and he was never worried (even though I'm sure he was) in this way he instilled self reliance and he showed his confidence in me.

Back in the day especially when I worked for him at Semco I got to go on rabbit drives and bow hunting for deer in central Utah. Back in the 1960's we would drive up to Clark's Camp at Strawberry reservoir and we all would rent a rowboat and big smelly life preservers for a day of fishing. I fondly remember those trips where we would hang over the edge of the boat looking deep into the glass clear water in the morning and the mess of trout that we always seemed to catch.

A few years later Mom and Dad purchased a humble travel trailer we called "Ho Boy" set by the lake with a small dock. We spent most weekends in the summer there. Most of my fondest childhood memories we those days at Strawberry camping, fishing, listening to old radio stories with my siblings on the reel to reel, Dutch oven cooking and enjoying the great outdoors. We were lucky to have had such great parents willing to take us there and I will cherish the memories. We really had some wonderful years back then and I remember them fondly.

Even now my most favorite times usually include a Jeep, a camp fire, our RV, some beautiful remote scenery, a dutch oven or two, a big loving Dog or two, a fishing rod and lots and lots of great friends.

Passing on a love of the great outdoors, life of adventure and the drive to experience the many wonders that can be found just over the next rise are things that I also hope to pass on to our grandchildren.

I want to thank all of my fathers friends that have, and who will comment here. My father was not without his faults, but he was always a caring and a devoted father. He had a positive outlook, and a sense of humor that made caring for him in his last years always an easy task every day. It was so remarkable that he would have occasional "bright" times when he could recall everything. I hope that his donation of his body to science might help someone to solve this dementia problem. I have so many funny things to share with everyone that my father has said or done. He was a great man that I do miss terribly every day. My daily routine has a big empty spot now. It isn't a weight lifted from me, but a privilege taken away. Good bye Dad.
Spencer

To Sally, Barry, Jeff, Spencer & Erik:
I remember your father, my former employer at Semco, as a lovable scoundrel who railed against phoniness, hypocrisy and intolerance. He was loyal in his friendships and generous to those less fortunate. As an outspoken advocate of civil liberties, his philosophy and political beliefs prompted many a lively conversation among friends and those eager to convert him to their views, of course to no avail. He freely quoted Voltaire, Mark Twain and other detractors of aging institutions of religious dogma. Many were struck by how much he resembled the composer-arranger Henry Mancini. Throughout the years, Stan and Pearl were so good to me, always including me in holiday gatherings and family events. He will be missed!

Though I only met Stan a couple times, he had left a legacy for all to remember. It didn’t take long to know how he appreciated great arts and books that embellished his home. His kind smile, sense of humour and stories of days gone by will be something that I will always remember him by.  Rose and Chris xx

Stan was my boss when I worked at Dancewear Unlimited in college. And he always had a joke or a comment that would brighten your day and lighten the mood. He was quiet, but always thinking. A hard worker, but fun and friendly.  I had the pleasure of re-connecting with him and some of this children. They share the same endearing characteristics.  Thanks Stan for helping me get through college and for being a friend!

Knew Bruce (I always called him Bruce) for a lot of years, as the brother of my long time friend, his sister Ethel. Bruce was always a "good time" when we were together...could easily make me laugh. He was always positive and pleasant.
Like many, I am sorry to see him leave this world. P