As a young boy during those halcyon days of circa 1960, I remember frequent walks by the Tayor home on Benson Avenue in Prosser. Sometimes, it was along the front yard on my way to play with the Bruns boys who lived down the street and sometimes it was down the alley near the back yard on my way to the Cottage Court Market.
Whatever the course or cause, if Jack was puttering around his yard and saw me, he'd frequently pause to offer a few words of advice, encouragement or laughter. Now, to a 10 year old boy, Jack stood a giant of a man who appeared somewhat intimidating, so it took a couple of encounters before that friendly magic of his openness and warmth replaced one's scary concern. However, from that time on, it was a delight to spot him in the yard and chat for a moment or two.
This happened during an era of great memories. Jack's presence in the neighborhood was a settling and pleasing influence until he moved his family away to Sunnyside, but the impression of "giant" Jack Taylor as a cool guy always remained with the kids who roamed Prosser Heights.
Take care Connie, Gayle and families.
My cousin Connie will share the story. But, even before his own children were born, he was instrumental in making life fun. He was one of the most inclusive human beings I've ever met. His daughters continue the legacy.
Love, Cousin Jim..
p.s. In a historical perspective, Jack, Bud, James Spalding, and Daryl Spalding were all pilots during WWII. How amazing is that? And they all knew each other. It must've been a conspiracy!
Jack was one of my most favorite people. We will sincerely miss him. Our sympathy to all the family members.
Grandpa, thank you for teaching the importance of family. You were my Grandpa, my mentor, my teacher, my friend. Thank you for showing me laughter, genuine love, and compassion. I love you.
Having just known Jack in recent years we appreciated his rich family history, Jack's many accomplishments and his way. What a gracious man. A life to truly be celebrated.