Jack Lamar Wimmer

One memory that I have of Uncle Jack includes his love of working with leather. He would make wallets or belts using tools to create impressions in the leather that were so nice. Oh how I loved the smell. He patiently showed my brother Mark how to make the imprints and we would go home from his house with our own leather pieces we had created. I also remember riding with him shortly after my older brother Daniel had learned to drive. I recall hearing him give some advice on how to slow...

I don't remember Jack when he wasn't in his wheelchair - he was probably busy doing construction projects and taking care of his family. I know how important he was in my mom's life before then, though, because she tells stories of him coming to visit her at college and giving her money to help out, and of his construction projects, and the time when he was going to propose to Thelda. Connie, thanks for posting that picture from 1970.

After the accident, when he was able to drive,...

The memory I have most vividly was when I went with my mother and dad to pick up Theda to take her to the hospital to see Jack for the first time after his accident. She and I were both expecting babies--my first and her third. It seems her baby girl was due any day, but she wanted to see her husband. I have always remembered going to the hospital and seeing Jack and being so sad about what had happened to him. As a nurse, I have come to know some of the many difficulties quadriplegics face...

Uncle Jack had a pick-up truck that was specially fitted so he could drive with only his hands (being paralyzed from the waist down). While I was growing up in Price, many times Uncle Jack would stop by our house, especially on a Saturday morning, and honk the horn and my Mom and a few of us would go out and talk with him. He had a phenomenal memory. If you were ever lucky enough to go out to Nine Mile with him, he could tell you facts, dates, names of people, when roads were built, where...

I was thinking of Jack and remembered a picture Lee took in the fall of 1970. I'd like to share it with you. The memories we have of Jack are precious. I'm sure he is having a wonderful reunion with his family on the other side of the veil.

Dear Family,
I knew Jack for many years but not very well. He visited us at Crescent Junction a few times. My Mother is, I believe, a cousin-Bette Wimmer Lange. Mother passed away in August of last year. He was always a gentleman and I know he could tell stories. We always referred to him as one of the "Nine Mile Wimmers." My sympathy to his extend family.
Lee Anne "Lani" Lange Asay

My brothers, Lou, Lenard, Leon and I worked for your father at the saw mill, cutting posts and timber, in Argile, drilling a tunnel, (down by Beaver) Had alot of respect for the hard working man. met most of his family briefly. Spoke with your mother a few times just recently, was unaware of her passing until it was too late to go to the services, spoke with a sister after the services. Because of prior committments we will be unable to attend this funeral. would like to keep in...

Growing up, I worked on construction projects with my brother Jack. He taught me how to operate the heavy equipment to do more work with less effort. He was patient with me and I enjoyed his mentoring. I remember how he used to read the scriptures in the evenings and discuss doctrine with me. He accepted the hand life dealt him with a positive outlook. I remember he had a horse that liked to buck, but Jack just kept riding him to handle the cattle on the ranch in Nine Mile Canyon. We...

I never met my Uncle Jack before he was confined to a wheelchair. What a trial that must have been! He was always very nice and seemed to be a very happy man every time I talked to him. What a person to look up to!! I have been blessed to have so many wonderful Aunts and Uncles to look up to! It is comforting to me to know that people with such hard trials don't have to suffer anymore when they pass on, but what a wonderful person to lose. I am deeply sorry for the loss all those who knew...