about my father, George S. Jarvis remains in my memory as the completely
well-rounded person, experienced in many tradesmanual as well
as business. The completely informed person who taught himself the
subjects usually learned only in collegea man who would, during
one winter, read all the books in a library.
The good citizen of a democracythe kind of man who has made
democracy work. An interested and concerned former member of the Sayre
City Councilinstrumental in obtaining a significant sewer facility
for Sayre, long before the days of environmentalists.
The individualist who always preferred to work for himselfnever
to work for someone else who might be less equipped than he was.
The man who valued his leisure and who is universally recognized as
good company. The good sport who appreciates a good jokewho
mixed at all social levelsfarmers, judges, merchants, bankers,
oil men and preachers. He never met a man that he couldnt learn
from. The father who gave to his children his time, his companionship,
his love of freedom, his wisdom gained from a life full of variety
Daddy died in the Sayre Hospital at 1:15 in the morning, Thursday,
April 23, 1987. He was 94 years old. At his side were his wife of
66 years, Virginia; his daughter Georgia; and his granddaughter, Coreena.
Georgia called me in California 15 minutes after his death and she
called his other daughter, Phyllis, in Texas. Georgia related that
he had been lucid that morning and had told her in a weak and resigned
voice that he felt very tired. In the afternoon he experienced a perceptible
seizure which foretold that the end would come a few hours later.
Finally, he breathed more and more softly until he just stopped breathing
and quietly he slipped away. Even after death his great heart went
The many experiences and adventures in Daddys life all melded
into his philosophy of life. He believed above all in self-reliance.
He was truly a good man. He always provided for his family even though
he was sorely tested during the Depression of the 30s when he
lost nearly everything. Years later, after he had again become successful
in his beloved oil business, he was very sparing in the use of money
for himself, preferring to conserve his estate for the eventual care
of his family.
He also gave of his time to his children. Many a long winter evening
was spent playing dominoes to teach me addition and multiplication.
And he taught me his favorite game, chess, so I could learn to concentrate
and plan ahead as to the consequences of my moves, always having fun,
but never forgetting the serious, fundamental issues of life.