Jay Ernest Remboldt

Ken Miller, Riverhurst, SK. CA
I spent the most part of 8 winters with my good good friend. From the time he pulled the old bus in behind at Advanced. Some days we would work on park stuff,others would be cooking and eating. Then we had a group that hit the hot tub until closing. When I could no longer get down there we would get on the phone for happy hour for 1 to 2 hrs. It was very sad for me this year because he said he would likely come to visit me,or I would go down to Jamestown. I know I won't forget ge him and our hours together.

He had the best sense of humor. I learned a lot about technical theatre from him in high school. I was lucky to run into him after HS and we sat and visited a long time. What a great guy.

I met Jay when he was a news photographer at KHOU.
We both loved old music...
He had a trombone in his living room that I would play!
I would meet him at his horse barn and ride a few times. I got my 1st kitten from his barn cat!
He met my folks, My father and him talked a bunch about North Dakota, dad was from South Dakota.
I got him a Stedi-Cam gig for the WNBA finals when the Sacramento Monarchs won!
So we had dinner at my folks in Sacramento.
We go way back, we wouldn´t always agree on things, but a Great friend and coworker!
You will be missed Jayster....

Unfortunately, I don't have any photos of Jay, but I do have some memories. Jay always had the most positive outlook on any show. It didn't matter if it was some small high school game or the World Series. I can't remember when or what show we met on, he was just that familiar person. You didn't have to know him, if you were on the show, you were his people. I remember one show, I was limping from an arthritis/gout attack and we were on lunch. Jay asked me: "Do you like baked potatoes?" So we jump in my truck and head to some hole in the wall, in the middle of nowhere, with really great baked potatoes. Another show months later: "You like chicken fried steak?" 10 minutes later, same scenario. Jay became my on show Zagat guy. If he said it was good, I was going!
He kept everything simple & easy going, it didn't matter, he was alway optomistic. I've honestly never seen Jay have a bad day, didn't matter if it was August 109 degree heat index, with 90% humidity. Jay would say something like: "At least it's not raining." Or it could be pouring and the crew is on rain delay for an hour and Jay would say: "At least it's not 100 degrees." Even in his worst battle, with a trache in his throat, Jay refused to let his situation keep him from smiling. I could go on and on, his desire to smile was inspiring to me. Jay you were the geniune article and it was an honor to work with you!

I met Jay when we both worked at Jack in the Box in Denison circa 1976-77. He had an uncanny ability to resist working, happily leaning on a mop while he told his endless stories. It was worth having him around just for that fun! I always thought life would slow down enough to reconnect, but that is what life is and does. I raise my JITB cup to you my old friend, and send all my love and sympathies to John, Jerry, and the Remboldt family!

Many fond memories of growing up with the Rembolts. So sorry for your loss. Jay was always my partner in trouble in Sunday School.