Jack Wright


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Jack Wright

December 19th, 1931 - January 10th, 2017


Jack Wright, (Dad, Gamps, Uncle, Jack) passed away peacefully on January 10, surrounded by his family at the home of his daughter. He was 85. 
 
He was preceded in death by his parents and his daughter Patricia. He is survived by his beautiful wife of 67 years, Joan, sister Sue Queenan (husband Art), his brother Mike Wright (wife Vicki), six  children; Susie, Wayne (wife Mary), Joni, Liz (husband Alan), John III and Michael, nine grandchildren, 13 great grandchildren and many nieces and nephews.
 
Jack was born in Chicago, Illinois, on December 19, 1931, the eldest child of Eddie and Virginia. The family moved to Tucson, Arizona, where Jack soon met and eventually married the love of his life, Joanne Meadows. After serving as a Navy radioman during the Korean War, he started his civilian career as a lineman and telephone installer for Mountain Bell Telephone.
 
For several years Jack worked three jobs at a time to support his family of eight. After several years living in the desert he began selling Yellow Page advertising and moved his family from Phoenix to Boise, Idaho in 1971. He and his family quickly adapted to life in the mountains. He loved fishing and hunting and packing with his favorite mules, Barbie and Cricket. He enjoyed big family gatherings, gardening, tinkering around the house and his shop, teaching his grand-kids how to spit off the deck and relaxing at the family cabin in Grandjean.  He had several favorite dogs throughout his life and they were a big part of the whole family.
 
After Jack and Joan moved to Midvale he soon became an active part of the community, doing everything from helping his neighbors to fundraising for the Lions Club. He impacted the lives of everyone he came in contact with and all were left with a "Jack Wright story," most of them relating to his unique sense of humor. (Such as the two buzzards, named Bonnie and Clyde, that he had mounted on top of Cambridge Senior Center.)
 
Anyone who knew him just might say he was a mule in a pasture of horses. A lifelong student of his fellow man, he was "truly remarkable."
 
Some favorite Jackisms;  "There's a horse for every rider. See ya around the campus. Death before dishonor. So there I was, knee-deep in Hand Grenades when my automatic pilot jumped out! Never was a horse like a Tennessee Stud. To be or not to be, that is the gizomanflak. There we were, side by side, each by t'uther. I have a vast knowledge of misinformation. This is nice. I am a legend in my own mind." 
 
In accordance with Jack's wishes, there will be no services at this time. The family will plan a gathering in the spring or summer to celebrate his life. 
 
"I'm glad you met me."  Jack Wright