William ''Howard'' Jarrett

Chris, I got your letter today. Sorry to hear about your dad. It’s hard to believe that on New Year’s Eve in 1970, I was spending the night at your place. I remember your Dad bringing out the shotgun (I think it was a shotgun) at midnight and shooting it. I know he’s in a better place right now.

v/r

Ken

A little note from Sweet pea! I wish I could be ther but more so I would have liked to have been there to say goodbye.The memories that come to my mind are funny things.Like when I made the holes to big on the jar lid to catch fireflies.Well when I brought them to the house they of course all got out. Grandma had me convinced we could catch them without Grandpa finding out. So he sat there on his recliner while we were reaching over his head to catch the last of them. Of course he did pretend nothing unusual was happening.Then ther was the time that I had a sand box that he made for me(fairly amazing concidering we were only ther for a week).Well being the mans man that he was when I found a chameleon in the sand(they had no such thing in Michigan)he wanted me to get it out alone. Well anyone who knows me knows that never happened!So he wasnt the only one in the family that was bullheaded.I also think of my Grandparents house and watching the world on there porch . I now have a house with a porch and hope I will be as good of a parent and grandparent as they were. They are not really gone because they live in my heart. I’ll look forward to the day when we meet again andd I’msure on there mansion there is a porch and a jar(with holes to big) for me waiting for me to come. I love you Grandpa!

To all the Jarrett’s

I am a co-worker of Chris, and although I did not get the chance to really know Mr. Jarrett, I was lucky enough to meet him one day at The Oaks. You see Chris and I both play guitar, and The Oaks was hosting this local guitar player that the two of us were interested in checking out. Upon that visit I was introduced to Chris’ father, although it was a brief visit, I thoroughly enjoyed the meeting and will always remember that day with wonderful memories.

My most sincere condolence

Chris & Eva,
I did not know your Dad Chris but I felt like I knew him from talking with Eva. And every time I drive by their home up in Glen Arden I always think of them. It just isn’t the same without seeing their green oldsmobile or Buick was it? Anyway, I always look to see if the new owners are keeping the place up. They are. I know how hard it is to lose a Dad and my sympathies are with you. I truly regret being unable to attend the service, had I known in time and been available I would have been there you know that. Unfortunately, I did not get the phone message until the next day and my Mom who typically reads the paper every morning and lets me know these things was working and didn’t read Friday’s paper until Saturday night late, she called me at 11pm and told me, she felt terrible that she had put off reading the paper knowing that I would have gone if she had read it sooner. So please accept my heartfelt apologies for not attending I have had you & Eva in my thoughts since then and hope you are doing ok. I hope to see you both soon. Your friend, Sheila

Chris,
Not having lost a parent at this point in my life, I cannot say I know how you feel. However, I do know how it feels to experience the pain of loss. Please know that you and Eva are in our thoughts and prayers. Both Glenda and I express our sympathy and are always here anytime you need someone to lean on.