October 5, 1929 ~ March 21, 2021
Born in: Fort Worth, Texas
Resided in: Bryan, Texas
Jack D. Gressett, 91, of Bryan, Texas since 1988, passed away March 21, 2021 in Bryan, TX. He was born in Fort Worth, Texas to Francis Marion Gressett and Ada Bell (Frith) Gressett. He graduated from Handley High School in Ft. Worth, where he served in the U.S. Marine Air Reserves. Jack attended Texas A&M College where he graduated from the College of Agriculture with a B.S. Degree in Animal Husbandry in 1952. He found the love of his wife, Margaret Marie (Whorton) Gressett of Joshua, Texas, whom he married August 16, 1952.
Jack served his country as a Second Lt. in Korea and the Army Reserve, and was honorably discharged at the rank of Captain in 1962. After returning from Korea, he served in the Ag Extension Service in Denton and Stephens Counties. In 1959 he joined the staff of the Chamber of Commerce in Wichita Falls, TX. He spent the next 20 years in Chambers throughout the west, including Dumas, TX, Omaha, NE, Billings, MT, and Abilene, TX.
Retiring in 1979, he started a new career in a commercial mail processing business in Abilene. He sold his interests in 1988 and moved to Bryan, TX, joining his son and partnering with him at Advertising Mail Corporation. Together with Margaret, Jack was a diligent and dedicated working member of the Upper Room Sunday School class of First United Methodist Church of Bryan, TX.
Jack’s free time revolved around his joy of volunteering; he was a leader in many organizations including the Bryan Rotary Club, the Masons, and Shriners International. He was a volunteer to the HOSTS (Help One Student To Succeed) program in Bryan ISD. He also enjoyed gardening, fly fishing, playing handball, and helping others.
He was preceded in death by his parents, his stepfather W.M. Howe, brothers Russell Crenshaw (and wife Anetta), Mike Crenshaw (and wife Connie), and sister-in-law Joan Howe.
Jack is survived by his wife of 70 years, Margaret; son Marion Jack and wife, Cindy; brother, Mark Howe and wife, Connie; grandson, Jeremie Scarmardo and wife, Casie; granddaughter, Melissa White and husband, Tim; great grandchildren, Mariah Scarmardo, Leslie Scarmardo, and Molly Scarmardo, Amanda White and Cameron White; along with a number of nieces and nephews.
A celebration honoring Jack’s life is set for Tuesday, March 30 at 11am; at Callaway-Jones Funeral and Cremation Centers, 3001 S. College Ave., Bryan, TX 77801. Officiating will be Certified Life Celebrant Dawn Lee Wakefield, Rev. Jeff Sandusky, Executive Pastor, Westgate Memorial Baptist Church, Beaumont, TX (and family member). Music will be provided by Rev. David Henry, Christ United Methodist Church, College Station, TX.
In lieu of flowers, the family asks for donations to Hospice Brazos Valley, or New Horizons of Goldthwaite, Texas.
Celebration of Life Tribute: March 30, 2021 11:00 am
Callaway-Jones Funeral Home & Cremation Center
3001 S College Ave
Bryan, TX 77801
Deepest sympathies to you, your family and the staff at Association Services from the entire community at Wolf Pen Creek Homeowners Association.
WPCHOA Board of Directors
I have many fond memories as a youngster of visiting Grandma and Grandpa Thomas’s house in Joshua and seeing members of the Thomas family who would occasionally visit. It was always fun to visit with Aunt Margaret and Big Jack and Little Jack. Sincere condolences and prayers for Margaret, Little Jack, and the rest of the family. Rest in Peace Uncle Jack. Yours was a good long life well-lived.
Jack, I was so sorry to learn about your father’s death. He was always so nice and helpful to me when I was working- just like you were. I’ll be keeping your family in my prayers.
I’m very sorry to hear about your father’s passing. I’ll never forget that adventure we all had together horse-backing into the Tetons Wilderness to fly-fish.
Central to that memory was the opportunity to watch Jack fly across the paddock when trying to get mounted on that brute of a horse he was chosen to ride. I’ll never doubt an 80-year-old after seeing your father get up and get right back on that brute and ride the 18 miles into the Wilderness.
John Howard Hatfield ‘69