Birth date: Jan 23, 1939 Death date: Jan 19, 2021
Jackie (Jack) Hilton Lockhart, of Fayetteville, passed away late Tuesday evening January 19, 2021 at the Willard Walker Hospice Home. Jack was born January 23, 1939 in Joplin, Missouri to Trew and Barbara Lockhart. He was preceded Read Obituary
Shirley and family,
Jack worked for my dad at Razorback Plumbing for many years. He was kind, honest and hard working. He gave of himself, and always put family first. He was quiet and yet always willing to help others. He will be missed. Your family will be in my thoughts and prayers.
Sharon Green
Jack was my uncle. The original Funcle.
All of my memories of Jack involve him smiling or laughing. All of them. When something really struck Jack he was hit with a kind of silent, staccato'd type of laughter, rendering him unable to speak. He shared that same laugh with his father. I loved that laugh. The kind of laugh that takes over. Pure, unabated enjoyment. The majority of us have fits of laughter like those rarely in our lives. My uncle Jack had one nearly ever time I saw him.
As a youth, our family would spend Sunday afternoons at my grandparent's farm. Like most city boys turned loose on a farm I fancied myself a cowboy, a western gunslinger of sorts. Id be set loose with my trusty Daisy bb gun and my adventures, perhaps misadventures, would begin. One day I "mistakenly" shot a turn of the century rain gauge sitting atop one of the pasture gates. Obviously a mistake, I chose to inform the family. Upon hearing of my "accident," I can remember my Uncle Jack and Grandfather both laughing at how I "mistakenly" took aim at that rain gauge. That same endearing, uncontrollable laughter. No sound, pure joy.
My father did not share that same sentiment at the time, but every time we would visit them in the subsequent years Jack would share that story. And laugh.
Dear Aunt Shirley, Shelley, and Joanna,
What a wonderful man my Uncle Jack was. Warm, down-to-earth, helpful, funny.
I have vivid memories of the summer I learned to water ski in Beaver Lake as a child. What a mess: skis wandering uncontrollably, monster life jacket choking me, rope wrapped around me. My dad was usually driving the boat, because he needed to sit. That often left Jack with the job of ski and rope wrangling. Plus there was a small crowd of us learning at the same time. Hours on the lake. Failed attempt after failed attempt.
I don't remember a single cross word.
But I do remember a lot of laughing and encouragement to try again.
Thank you, Uncle Jack.
I'm blessed to have the family I do and I'm very grateful for it. Thank you, Jack, Shirley, Shelley, and Joanna, for being a big part of a blessed childhood and young adulthood.
I so wish we could be together to honor him and his life. (My own children have been reminiscing about how he would tease them with tales about what *really* happened to his pinky finger.)
I'm praying you will experience God very near you, loving and comforting you.
Much love,
Brent
Jack, YOU WILL BE MISSED!!! I'm so thankful to have YOU for my "bro.-in-law" over 60 years 😊🎈 YOU were "one of a kind." Our Lockhart reunions will not be the same without YOU!!!
Shirley, YOU are a precious jewel, such a loving, strong, Christian woman ⭐ So very thankful that you've been my sister-in-law & friend all these years!!!
Shelley & Joanna, you both have honored your dad & mom. So thankful for YOU & all the precious memories we have -- water skiing, times on the farm & snow skiing!! May you all know God's love, comfort & peace.
Love you all,
Sara/Aunt Sara
Our prayers are with you at this time. We often think about the little Pomeranian we took from your house and how it is was loved. Jack will be sorely missed by many but never out of the hearts of the people he touched in his lifetime.
My brother, Jack, was 17 when I was born. Jack already loved Shirley – an early indication of his wisdom. Jack also loved all things motorized. I’ve seen sepia photographs of him and his best friend Choppy, leaned against a huge Indian motorcycle. I’ve emulated his style, but could never come close to his cred and cool.
Jack liked classic cars and trucks – a lifetime of them. As a teenager, he took Shirley out on dates in his white ’55 ford, two-door post with loud “laker” pipes that could be plugged for in-town driving – he was the minister’s son. There were numerous cars after that, but forever just one Shirley.
My mom and dad gave to each of their sons certain bits of their own prodigious talents. Jack got most of the practical, truly-useful genes. One day, he and dad (an English teacher, I thought) just started building houses together like they had been doing it forever. I was “helping”, and I noticed they didn’t even have to talk about what they were doing. Later, they started raising horses together. Occasionally, I “helped” them with that. Jack helped me some, too. He once saved my life when a horse fell on me.
Jack was a great artist. He made a beautifully-crafted scrimshaw powder horn for my newborn son. For me, he made a guitar from a walnut tree that had been struck down by lightning. It has mother-of-pearl inlay from shells he collected on the banks of the Illinois River. He made many wonderful things and could build or repair anything he decided to. To this day, when my son notices that I’ve started any kind of project requiring practical skill, he asks “should we go ahead and call Uncle Jack?” And, when we did inevitably call Jack, he would always be there. We love you, Jack. We take comfort in knowing you love us, too.
January 23 is the birthdate Jack and I shared and have celebrated since Jami brought me into the Lockhart family in 2001. Get togethers with "Uncle" Jack and ""Aunt Shirley on birthdays, holiday, and other occasions have always been filled with love and laughter. Joy is the all encompassing emotion that comes with remembrances of times with Jack at home and at the annual Lockhart-Cochran Family Reunions. His talents with woodworking, and restoring old cars (the Rat Rod, in particular) were impressive. Wahoo around the kitchen table with good natured banter of competitors, especially between Jack and Shirley, was always a hoot. As a husband, father, and grandfather, his generosity in furnishing Shirley with new cars and each of his grandsons with vehicles, as they reached driving age, was endearing. It is a privilege, honor, and great pleasure to know Jack and be part of his extended family.
I’m sorry to hear this. My condolences and prayers to you Shirley, Joanna, Shelly and family. As a kid, I was always intimidated by him but as I got older I realized he was one of the funniest and good natured people to know...a great cousin!
Shirley & Family, we were so very sorry to hear of Jack's passing. Jack was a wonderful, kind man. At Church on Sunday mornings, he always had a smile on his face and was always so pleasant to be around. GOD WELCOMED JACK TO HEAVEN WITH OPEN ARMS AND REJOICING!!! You have our deepest sympathy.
Much Love, Blessings & Prayers, Mary Ann & Dale
