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Lawrence Jette
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Lawrence Joseph
Jette
1936 - 2018
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Denise Jette

So i am the youngest daughter of Larry Jette. Larry had 4 children, my brother Kirk, my sisters Debbie and Donna and myself Denise. Larry was born in Vancouver BC and moved to Ontario when he was a young. He was married to our mother for 61 years. He was a big horse lover guy growing up. He used to take my mom to the rodeo when they first starting dating. There is a picture of Dad on his favourite horse Susie right there. He looks so young. My parents got married in 1957 and soon welcomed Kirk into the family. Debbie was born a year and a half later. My parents bought the farm on Kraft drive and that is where our family continued to grew adding Donna and myself. Kirk remembers Dad helping us to build go karts and we would spend hours racing them down Kraft’s hill. Dad let Kirk have an old pontiac car to drive around the field when he was like 14 years old. He said he remembers there being a hill in the field they could drive fast off of and the car would kind of lift off the ground. Kirk drove it crazily with his friends until it died and become a fixture in the field for couple years. I remember Debbie having a sleepover with a friend and they decided to camp out in Kirk’s car. Dad had a bad accident when I was about ten which left him in a full leg cast and the possibility of never walking again. Dad was determined to get back on his feet. Many months of physio and determination brought him back. My Mom got a job cleaning the Lancaster Hotel. As Dad recovered he started helping my mom at the Lanc. They became very close with the staff and patrons of the hotel and it was a big part of life at that time. My dad would let us come in on Sundays, we would stuff table clothes into the pool table holes and play pool all day. My parents always had large gathering at the farm. In the winter, many friends would bring ski-do’s to the farm and would go on skidoo trips all over the woolwich township like over to the Commercial in Maryhill. I remember them going all the way to Wiarton by ski-do with friends. In the summers my parent would have a huge corn roast in the fall and the Lancaster/Bridgeport crew would all come and party at the Jette’s. Many Friday nights were spent at the Lanc or at home with friends playing euchre, rumoli or poker and sometimes even spoons. They often let us join in with the adults. Great fun. Dad was a big wrestling fan. I remember back on the farm he would watch wrestling on Saturday mornings. We were not allowed in the livingroom during wrestling and if we did, we were not allowed to talk. Now we only got three channels on our black and white tv sometimes a fourth. Dad would tune into a station that had sound only of the wrestling match because the picture would never come in. It would just be snow. Dad took Kirk and Debbie to several wrestling events in Toronto. They got pictures with many iconic wrestlers like Andre the Giant and Sweet Daddy Seekie. I remember him play fighting or play wrestling in the yard with Debbie when she was about 10 and she body slammed him and cracked two of his ribs. I don’t remember them play fighting after that. Dad continued following wrestling all his life. Right now there are two newspaper articles hanging in the garage, one about Brett Hart having prostrate cancer and one about Hulk Hogan winning his recent lawsuit. Made me kind of laugh. Never quite understoood the whole wrestling thing. Funny how some things never change. I remember him telling us to go play on the 401. Do as I say not as I do. Don,t sit on the cold cement or you will get piles. Close the door were you born in a barn. I’m not heating the outside. We knew you were in trouble when the second name came out like Donna Marie. Dad’s interest in horses was renewed when I got a couple horses in my early teens. He taught me alot about raising and training horses. He taught me to ride, wheel a wheelbarrow, groom and clean and how to keep good care of them. Thanks Dad. After we all moved from the farm. my parents started the next stage of life as grandparents. Wade, Kirk’s oldest son, was my dads first grandson and my dad could not have been prouder. 6 other grandchildren followed. From those 7 grandchildren, they now have 12 great grand children. When our parents moved to Baden, Dad become one of the Baden Bad Boys. Many weekends spending time with the neighbors. He had a competition every summer with the neighbors to see who would host the neighbourhood BLT. Winning criteria was first ripe tomato out of their gardens but of course Dad won every year and always hosted the BLT for many years in their Baden neighbourhood. Lots of friends and family would visit Baden for the BLT party. Our father was always available to help out with anything he was asked. He was deeply involved with the Bridgeport Wish Run Foundation. The foundation ran for 20 years and Dad enjoyed helping and being involved with the biker boys. Dad repaired bicycles for the foundation and provided many a bike to children in need. Dad was a painter all of his life but knew something about everything, plumbing, wiring, drywalling and if he didn’t know how to do something, he knew someone who did. He almost single handedly renovated the farm, Fountain st. and then Baden. Along with his lifelong friend Lenny Rheinhardt. Dad built an addition to the house in Baden and then added an addition to the garage for his heated workshop. Jobs well done. Dad worked for the catholic school board in maintenance as a painter before retiring. I remember him talking about spending more time cleaning paint off the children than he did painting the walls. He was well liked among his co-workers and other staff. After retirement Dad took things pretty easy and enjoyed his time not working. He did small projects around the house and a few side jobs if he wanted to buy some new tool or something. Life slowed down in the last few years, especially since our moms diagnosis of dementia. He has spent the last few years taking care of Mom as best he could. He was a good husband, father and grandfather. Dad was diagnosed with cancer about 1 month ago. We lost him quickly but maybe that was for best. I’m sure my Dad would be happy that you all were able to make it on such nice spring day. End.
Monday April 16, 2018 at 9:40 am
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