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Jack Ernest Thomas

1942 - 2021

Southern Chapel


Jack Ernest Thomas slipped peacefully from his physical life on February 17, 2021.  He began his journey in Dayton, Ohio on October 26, 1942.  Throughout his 78 years traversing this life he wore many titles proudly:  His Mother’s Son, Electric Company Lineman, Union Man (IBEW & UWUA), Golfer, Motorcyclist, Sandoval County Commissioner, Golfer, Rio Rancho City Councilor, State Representative, Golfer, Retiree, Good Neighbor, Staunch Democrat, Doting Dachshund...

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February 22, 2021 7:12 AM

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Deb Ryder

February 22, 2021 7:27 AM

Dear Pat and Karen:
   Thanks so much for giving us Athene's about Jack.  My heart hurts; maybe my heart cracked or something.  Jack was kind, hilarious, a huge force of goodness in this world.  I love how his big brain worked and how he could broadcast his beliefs strongly without bullying.He would vomit to hear me say this, but he could be the poster child for the whole "Random Acts of Kindness" movement.  Did the guy ever meet a stranger? (N0.)
    I got to see Jack practice climbing the telephone pole in our backyard on Longford Road.  We went on a bike ride together over Taylorsville Dam.  You invited us to play ping pong in your garage.  Jack took Keith and me along with with you on a hike at Bandelier National Monument.  On all these occasions I thought I was going to die but Jack made you think you could do much more than you thought possible.  I wish I'd played golf with him (maybe I'd still be playing).  His enthusiasm was contagious and his love of life so damn much fun.  Oh, ping pong seems safe, but you may recall that jack had a silent emission that cleared the garage out in record time.
    Love to both of you, Pat and Karen.  This is the utter pits.  Hang tight together and reach out if you're inclined to receive a long-distance hug.  Love to you both.

                          Deb Ryder

Eric "the red" Nelson

February 21, 2021 5:07 PM

Eric "the Red" Nelson,
The nick name was courtesy of Jack.  We couldn't be any further apart in philosophy, but the game of golf made us brothers. We zinged each other pretty good but it was good natured.  On seeing him at the range one day he asked " how you doing?'  I said I was depressed because I had seen a chart at the doctor's office that said I was obese.  His response---- "it took a freakin chart for you to know you're obese?"  I told him at Thanksgiving that I was thankful for him,  His response " Oh BS you're full of crap!" I said "No, really. You make me thankful for the nice people I know."  He gave me a peach he had from a relative in Indiana on the seventh tee box of the Cheena nine. It was one of the best peaches I ever had.  I thought he wasn't long for the world five years ago, he seemed to be in pretty bad shape.  His tough stubbornness kept him going until now.  I'll miss him.

Karen L. Thomas

February 19, 2021 4:15 PM

I may be biased but my Dad was an awesome man! He was funny, loud, obnoxious, never met a stranger, and did not tolerate fools. I never took to golf like he did, but when I was younger in Ohio he would take me on weekends to the Dayton Power and Light golf course to drive the cart for him as he played. On one hole there was a small stream with a little bridge that I was fooling around on while he and his group putted. While I was climbing over the railing, which my Dad told me not to do, I fell off of it backwards. One of Dad’s golfing buddies said, as my Dad was putting, “Hey Jack, your kid just fell off the bridge.” As Dad would tell the story, the rest of the group ran over to the stream to make sure I was okay but my Dad Made. The. Putt.   He said he figured it wasn’t a huge fall so I couldn’t be hurt that badly and he was in a close match. I always told Dad the punchline of the story shouldn’t be you made the putt but that I was okay. And he always said it was a damn good putt considering all the ruckus I was causing.
I love you Dad. And I miss you terribly.


February 19, 2021 1:09 PM

Jack and I hit it off very well from day 1.  There was no one i would rather play golf with because we laughed a lot and appreciated each others game.  We had great talks about politics and he really loved the "Trump toilet bowl cleaning brush" i got for him a couple of years ago.  I feel blessed that i spoke to him the Sunday before he passed.  He had a very good nights sleep the night before and sounded great.  I thought for sure i would be speaking to him again.  Now i'll have to wait.
I know that he and Don Dickerson are having a wonderful time right now !
Rest in peace my friend.  You won't be forgotten.

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