Damn! My Host Dad and good friend Jim died.
James Merrell Patterson Obituary
July 24, 1936 – May 28, 2021 (84 years old)
We are sad to announce that on May 28, 2021, at the age of 84, James Merrell Patterson (Apache, Oklahoma), born in Lawton, Oklahoma passed away.
He was predeceased by: his parents, James Earl “Buck” and Merrell Fleta Patterson (Dietrich); and his sister Molly (Sybil). He is survived by: his wife Katie; his children, Mary Kate and Jimmy (Cyndi); his grandsons; his sisters, Patsy and Lotsee; his nieces and nephews; and his great-nieces and great-nephews.
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Jim, you were a legend. The kindest, best, funniest new Dad a seventeen year old could have wished for. I still tell people how you taught me to go ‘countin’ fence posts’ in your red pickup truck, cooler box filled with Coors as we drove around while you taught me about life. Katie too, taught me about life: Peter, who do you think chooses their partner? ‘Why, the man of course, Katie!’ – gales of laughter. Lemme tell you Peter, when Jim walked into the bank I said to my girlfriends, ‘I’m gonna marry that man.’
Fifteen years later I introduced Katie to Trish – who had chosen me. They got on like a house on fire, those two wimmin!
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Today is gonna be a sad day of reflection for me. Also wonderful memories. Great fondness. I must get hold of Katie and Mary-Kate.
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I see Peggy Manar (83) and Eugene Mindemann (85) also died – both in October 2020. And so things change. Like Jim and Katie, they too (and their spouses Tom and Odie) were wonderfully kind to me in my year in Apache back in 1973. As were the Hrbaceks, the Paynes, the Crews, the Lehnertzs, the Swandas, the Rotary club, the school, everyone. A magic year, 1973.
So many memories. I’ll come back to this post and add over time.
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Another Jim moment: Jim was asking me what subjects I was taking in my senior year at Apache High School.
But first lemme explain: I had finished school back in South Africa. I was done. I was here to have fun and learn new things – things other than school.
So I told Jim: Well, I have to take American history as I’m a furreigner; And I have to take English as I speak the Queen’s English and that apparently needs fixin’;
Then for the others, I chose Ag shop, Annual staff, Phys Ed and Typing.
He looked at me in amazement: (or was it envy?) – ‘What? You sure they didn’t have Basket Weavin’?!’ he asked with a huge grin.
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Kickback time at home with Jim included watchin’ ballgames and Hee Haw.
He got me spraying his lands once on his old tractor with a big tank on it, waited till a big gathering to tell them all how he could hear me singing my head off as I meandered over the field. I’d assumed the engine noise had me covered.
In 1984 I visited after a kayak trip down the Colorado River thru the Grand Canyon and Jim told me how he’d started an annual backpacking hike thru the Canyon, rim-to-rim. Hats off to that!
In 1988 on honeymoon Trish and I visited Jim n Katie and got a royal reception. Trish and Katie got up to shenanigans while Jim and I behaved ourselves. We discussed keeping in touch and I prodded Jim about receiving exactly one letter from him in fifteen years. “Well, Peter,” he grinned, “We didnt want to flood you with correspondence.”
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