John E. Kinsey

John Kinsey was my cousin. His mother, Frances Fuller Kinsey was my mother, Betty Fuller Wilder's oldest sister. There was a 17 year age difference between our mothers and a 20 year age difference between John and I so with the age difference and the miles - he in the mid-west and me on the west coast, we didn't see a lot of each other but I have wonderful memories of time at our grandfather home in Hood River, Oregon. John smiling and laughing, playing with these little cousins, my two...

Kim, I have to add a story I have had in memory for years. Frances and her sister, my mother, Betty would spend several summers in Hood River. On one trip about 1960 [give or take a year or two] John, age 25 or so, led me, age 10 and my Dad age 40 on a fishing trip, god knows where outside of hood river... [But now that I know the area better it had to be a drive up the North side of Mt Hood.]
Dad drove but I'm sure he didn't have any idea what he was getting in for. I remember...

The thing I remember most about Uncle John was his wonderful big laugh. He always liked to entertain and have a good time. We enjoyed many dinners cooked by him including beef satay which was Francois' favorite. His stories were always very interesting because he loved to travel and read. He had a very artistic side with his cooking and painting and a more logical side with his job and his love of history. It was always so much fun visiting, talking, sitting by the pool, watching the river,...

It was my distinct privilege and honor to be John's primary caregiver for the last two-plus months. During this short time he impacted my life in a positive way as I'm sure he has so many others. I miss his hearty and consistently cheery "Good morning Pam!", upon entry to his beautiful home while his beloved classical music played. I learned to enjoy the fact that John liked things done in his time-tested specific ways. Even at this period of his life, he lived with structure, adhering very...

It is only natural in this world of fleeting relationships that few last for almost one's whole life. But, in this situation my big brother was a constant in mine for eighty-two years. I could always count on him for support and counsel. He was there to listen and encourage. And we all remember his great big bear hugs.
There was so much that was "large" about John, and yet what I want to remember is his artistic side: helping me learn the art of tying flies on a small hook, his...

Kim, my sympathies in the loss of your father. Sending prayers to comfort you through these difficult times.

I have many fond memories of John and Karen bringing kids, hors d'oeuvres and libations to our pool many summer days and evenings! It was always a delight to share stories and food with the Kinseys! John will be missed. However, I think of the Kinseys and Hughsons being together again swimming, lounging,
and enjoying a cocktail (or two)!