J. C. Thompson

Born in White House, TN on May 2, 1934

Departed on February 1, 2020 and resided in Portland, TN

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A life of Service
JC “Jake” Thompson passed away on February 1st, 2020, at the age of 85. He is survived by his wife Rebecca Ann Rose Thompson, son Joel Allen Thompson daughter in law Jamie Clark Thompson, daughter Andrea Leigh Thompson and seven grandchildren: Christian, Carson, Charlie, Reagan, Jillian, Jason and Joey.
Jake was born in Portland, TN., and he has spent the last 58 years married and living with his wife, Ann, in White House, TN. Jake lived a complete life in service to his family and country. He was a 43-year employee at Ford Motor company and an Army veteran, serving his country in Germany.
Jake was referred to as neighborhood royalty by neighbors and friends. He was beloved by friends, neighbors, and co-workers. He could be found at the fence sharing stories with grandchildren of the neighbors next door, and they all loved “Jakey”. Anyone that crossed his path immediately fell in love with him.
He was a man of service and dedication, leaving behind a legacy of an impeccable work ethic and compassion for all he touched. He shaped and inspired all that crossed his path. Jake’s story is not over, as his legacy remains for all that he touched to carry forward his actions and words of wisdom of 85 years on this earth.

22 Comments to J. C. Thompson

  1. Connie L Keen
    February 3, 2020 1:22 pm

    To the family of Jake Thompson: My deepest sympathy goes out to each of you. I truly appreciated the picture of Jake, Anne and my late husband, Joe Keen. Your memories will, some day help your through the loss. God be with you all.

  2. Wanda Crabtree
    February 3, 2020 4:47 pm

    Ann and family sending you my thoughts, prayers and loave during this time.

  3. Rich Barnes
    February 3, 2020 5:31 pm

    The news of Jake’s passing came with great sadness. His legacy of love and family that he has left behind will endure. It was my privilege to have known him. My wish is that the wonderful memories of his life will comfort all of you in the months and years ahead.

  4. Mary & Michael Chapman
    February 3, 2020 10:13 pm

    We are truly sorry for your loss. We had no idea that this had happened. You, Joel, and Mrs Thompson are in our prayers. If there is anything that we can do, please give us a call. May God bless you and all your family.

  5. Tina H.
    February 4, 2020 10:15 am

    I lived next door to the Thompson’s for several years and you could not ask for anyone better as a Neighbor or Friend. They are kind and wonderful People and I am so thankful we became friends. The first time I saw Jake out mowing his lawn, on his Snapper, I thought to myself…I pray when I am his age, I am able to do the same. He amazed me being able to do so. Jake took pride in his lawn and he loved being outside taking care of it.

    Jake and I had many conversations and laughs at the fence. He told me stories about growing up in Portland and about his family growing strawberries. He told stories of when he worked at Ford, his Friends, his Family, his Grandchildren, and many more. I enjoyed Jake’s stories and will always remember his kindness, his smile, his chuckle, and his love for Snapper Mowers.

  6. Estelle Clark Ray
    February 7, 2020 12:19 am

    I remember Jake from my childhood. His Sister, Marie Weaver, lived with us in Nashville. Jake would come to see her, and myself and my siblings were friends with Jake. He was a fine boy, and we all loved Jake. You will always be remembered by the Clark family.

  7. Joel Thompson
    February 10, 2020 3:05 pm

    As I think about my father’s life it was truly a life of service, from an early age.
    Service to his family as a child. At the age of four my father lost his mother; he was immediately thus into a roll of taking care of himself and his family to the best of his ability. My father would remind us all when we thought we had it bad if you want to see a sad, scared little fellow you should have seen me at the age of four. That blanket that is displayed was made by daddy’s mother on her death bed, if you have not taken a moment to view please do so. Daddy’s early childhood would become a memory that was burned into his mind wonderful thoughts of work on the farm, bicycle’s, hunting, fishing and playing with the Tarents his neighbors of 3 young boys the age of my father.
    Service to his country. My father served his county in the Army during the cold war, assigned to service overseas in Germany. He completed boat camp at Fort Bragg, for years he would open up his graduation class yearbook from Fort Bragg showing us his fellow soldiers and sharing experiences with pride. His time in Germany was filled with learning the customs of the people and their language. He told the story of the walking guard duty on Christmas eve being so far from home and family. My father loved his time in Germany, as his health care workers that took such good care of him at the end when they arrived in morning, he would greet Vickie with good morning speaking in Germany.
    Service to his employers, my father held two professional jobs in his life, the first at a young age at A&P the Atlanta & Pacific Tea Company, first has a stock / bagger and then as a manager. But soon to depart for the next 43 years of service at Ford Motor Company. If there was anyone that bleed Ford blue it was my father, an admiration that he would teach his entire family. Jake was a union man, but not any union, he was a UAW man, the United Automobile Workers. Daddy loved his co-workers and created a bond that would last a lifetime, if you worked at Ford with Daddy can you please raise your hand. Daddy did not talk about work, but he talked a great deal about his co-workers, the laughs the experiences and the fellowship.
    Service to his family, Daddy knew how to keep the wolves away, he did so by working hard keeping a roof over our heads, food in our mouths and our needs and wants met in abundance. However, I remember one winter we lost power for six long days during an ice storm Daddy moved us all into the den with the fireplace and keep us warm and fed by the wood burning stove he had installed. Lighting by kerosene lamps. My Aunt Betty gained power a day before we did and we went to her house for dinner, it was like going the Four Seasons or Hilton for the night. We survived and were closer from the experience.
    Now my mother has spent her life challenging Daddy’s work to ensure that every dollar earned, or future earnings had a home. There are countless examples of mother and daddy’s inactions with money, but I will share two. Now as most of you are aware mother managed the check book and paid the bills, but Daddy keep the checks rolling. They still deposit and hand write checks. On one occasion they were going to their lifelong bank The Farmers bank to make a deposit at the drive-in teller. As you know mother as always signed Daddy’s checks. They arrived at the teller with Daddy driving, the teller with a big smile look past my father at said hi Ann, you have got to join our Christmas Club. Mother replied I would love to and liked the idea and agree they work out the details later. As Daddy drove away, he said Ann how in the world are you going to join the Christmas Club you don’t even have a job!! On another occasion back when Andrea and I both lived in Florida long-distance phone calls were a thing. Daddy made his to the mailbox, always a dreaded occurrence for my mother, my father retrieved the phone bill and opened it to review as he walked back… To say the least the bill was sizeable. So we can only imagine what was said upon entry into the house…Some months later Daddy was sharing the experience with a co-worker and explained how he gave my mother a mouthful about the phone bill…The co-worker said how did that work out, has she reduced the long distance bill? Daddy thought for a second and said it worked, he said, since that day I have not even seen a phone bill.
    Moving on to myself Daddy made sure I understood the value of work and a dollar…As child I cleaned the garage, took the trash out, cut and chopped wood and mowed lawns for money. Now I have split enough wood to fill that house just behind us three or four times top to bottom. One fall -winter I swung a splitting maul so much I had multiply blisters that burst to the raw and bleeding. I complained to Daddy when he got home from work and showed him the evidence, he said, I got don’t worried about it I will take care of it. I thought great I have been paroled, he returned home the next day with my very own brand-new pair of Ford issue gloves and said I need to get this wood finished splitting and stacked in the next few days. I said all I could say, yes sir. To this day over the last forty something years since that time, I still have that same splitting maul and sledgehammer, it reminds me of my father and what real labor was. We had server experiences and disagreements at the farm and tobacco field but those are for me to enjoy continuing to learn what my father taught me. My last story about my father and I was in the summer I mowed lawns for money, but Daddy always helped. He arrived home each day for work at 5:00 PM we ate dinner or supper as he arrived home that was the way he liked it. As soon as were done eating, Daddy would say you get started and I will meet you there in a bit. I would crank our snapper, now known as granddaddy, still running in service some 54 years later, and head out to the lawn of the day. After a bit he would come with the push mower in the back of the car, I cannot imagine doing that after a hard day’s work. I can see him coming around the corner looking from the back of Mrs. Clarice Wilkinson’s yard coming, with the push mower.
    Now for the self-proclaimed middle child Craig Palmer or as Daddy called him creepy Craig, because he took such delight in scaring my parents yorkie dogs. My sister once said Daddy you don’t call him creepy Craig to his face, do you? Daddy replied that’s his name, well of course I do. Craig and Daddy shared a special bond and there was clearly an open-door policy with Craig at the house. During the college years Craig would entertain his dates to mommy and daddy’s house due to lots of un healthy snacks and all the cable movie channels you could want, now there were rumors back then of some of Daddy’s beers that would go missing or as Craig would say Jake’s cold ones, now there was never any proof or evidence that Craig took them but there have been rumors and debate for years. Daddy loved Craig like he was one his own children. Daddy took pride in doing what he could to fill any void since the passing of Daddy’s lifelong friend Mr. Jerry, Craig’s father.
    My sister was a different story completely, she loved Daddy deeply and needed my father at every turn, while living in Florida she called him and told him she had flat tire need him to figure out how to get it fixed. Daddy said Andrea I am in Tennessee you are going to have to figure out a way to get your tire fixed, I can’t fly to Florida to change a tire….When we were little on vacation at a theme park or event she would see something in the distance and want Daddy to take her to see it, she would tug downward on his pants pocket to exclaiming Daddy, he would say Andrea you are going to pull my pants off if you don’t stop. He started holding his belt on left as Andrea would tug on the right.
    Does any know any of Daddy’s favorite songs or artist? Oh yea, the usual suspects Ernest Tubb, Roy Acuff and Bill Monroe, but of his favorites you will never believe or guess, Jim can you play a verse? Yes, my father is a Kid Rock groupie… Now I would have played more of the that song, but my strait-laced sister SAID NO it is in appropriate…
    His grandchildren became the love of his life, once during a summer stay in White House Reagan said granddaddy, you’re are the best boy in know! Daddy relished the comment, Jillian always wanted Daddy to tell her a tell, story. Daddy’s favor memory with Jason were their airplane rides on the front porch swing.
    My family and I would like to thank all of you in attendance today we are honored and grateful. I would like to personal thank my mother, sister, Craig, Elaine, Angie, Shirley and the countless other folks that have taken care of our sweet father in these last few years.
    In closing, I would like to leave you with a poem that has hung in my fathers’ home for years. I would like to share this with you as my father’s finally act service to all that we have are so blessed that attended today. I hope to share this in a way to help carry forward his beliefs and way of living a life well lived. This is from Chief Tecumseh, a Shawnee Indian Chief you will find a statue of him in the Naval Military Academy in Annapolis.

    Tecumseh Poem
    “So, live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.
    Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none.
    When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.
    When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes, they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.”
    Chief Tecumseh

  8. Andrea L Thompson
    February 10, 2020 7:04 pm

    To most you were Jake
    To me you were Daddy

    To encapsulate into a few words what you meant to me is impossible. You were the first man in my life and the one who will always set the tone for what a true gentleman should aspire to be.

    Thank you for teaching me to tie my shoes and the countless repeats of The 3 Little Pigs at bedtime when I was a child. For all the hours you spent working with me to become a better softball player & being present to watch me cheer at ballgames, I am grateful for your presence.

    Your dedication, loyalty & work ethic to your job at Ford Glass Plant is etched in my DNA. I will always remember that “Henry” is the one that made it possible for you to provide for your family and I pledge to you that I will always drive a Ford to honor your legacy until the day I leave this earth.

    I am not sure how you made it through this life without ever getting mad or angry at anyone who upset you. It was a quality I always admired about you. You would always tell me ” let it be water on a duck’s back”. I guess I have a little more “Rose” in me from mama’s side Daddy so I will continue to work on that one 😊.

    Finally, for all those times you tried to tell me this day would come and you thought I was not listening when you would say don’t forget to check the oil in the vehicles, call this person if you have car trouble, call these people if you are unsure how to handle a problem and how to use Abe Lincoln’s head on a penny to gauge treadwear on your tires so you will know when you need to get new ones, I was listening Daddy and I am ready.

    Thank you for all these and many other gifts you left me. The only gift I have left to give you is the gift of letting you go.

    I Love You Daddy ♥️!!

  9. Amber Camp
    February 11, 2020 6:05 pm

    Jake will surely be missed by our family! Jake and Ann are the best neighbors! So glad my daughters got to meet and know him! He always took the time to stop and talk to them when they would come to the fence even if it was for 5 minutes and sometimes could turn into an hour. He truly was a child at heart and I know he is in heaven looking down on all of us! Continuing to pray for the family! Love y’all!

    • Andrea L Thompson
      February 15, 2020 10:26 pm

      Amber thank you so much for your sweet post. It means so much to me to know how much you all loved and cared for my Daddy. Your kind words and prayers are greatly appreciated. We love you all like family.

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