Jack Frost Obituary

I´m sure Jack was the missionary that baptized me in 1952, Calgary, Alberta. I just wanted to let his family know that I have 31 grandchildren, and 73 great grandchildren. All except 2 active in the church. I was sorry to read of his passing but look at what he started.

Jack Frost, what can you say about a guy that was so important in so many fields. He was a foundingGary Bramwell member of the Intermountain West Chapter of the American Truck Historical Society. I saw very little of his art work but he was a true artist when it came to big trucks. He was a very good driver and could rebuild semi tractors from the ground up. He had an old Kenworth Tractor with a Cummins engine under the hood and one mounted back on the frame for show. He had rebuilt both engines himself.. What a talent, and a great friend. Gloria was his equal when it came to friendship. What talented and wonderful couple.

My one and only art teacher who did no more and nothing less than give shelter and encouragement to me and others who might otherwise have been overlooked. Heaven bless the Frosts.

Jack Frost was my Art teacher at Mitchell High ('69 - '71) —and far more than that.

I was one of a somewhat unruly group of students that he supported, encouraged and went well out of his way to accommodate. His actions on our behalf helped all of us craft lives driven, fulfilled, and enriched by art.

Our small group have continued to work and learn together ever since those high school days. Jack's support and guidance played a vital role in our lives as artists. Fortunately for me, I had additional opportunities
to visit with Jack and his family after leaving Mitchell.

Jack Frost loved art — making it, appreciating it and nurturing in in others. A large and gentle man with a huge and brilliant spirit to match. I am one of many whose lives are better for having known him.

Jack Frost was my art teacher through my high school years at both Wasson and Mitchell, from 1963 through 1966. He was my all-time favorite teacher. I learned from Jack Frost the basics of drawing and painting that I used throughout my working career as a graphic designer and advertising art director. Now in retirement I put his training and inspiration to use every day in my watercolor painting and pencil drawing. Most importantly, he taught me how to appreciate all kinds of art. To this day I consider Jack Frost my most important artistic influence. Thank you, Jack, for your inspiration and education. I will miss you and remember you always.

I lived across the street from Jack and Gloria and was childhood friends with Andria and Grant! It was honestly some of the best days of my childhood. With age, I've forgotten a lot, but that is one memory that doesn't fade! Puppets and dress up were always so fun! Playing until after dark when it was safe to play outside. I remember being at the baby shower for Ryan and still have pictures from that day. Thank you for the memories! I know your celebration in heaven with Gloria was beautiful! Rest easy Jack, you are whole now!

Cliff and I truly loved them both. He will be missed by many.

I was a student at Mitchell high from 1973-1975 and My. Frost was my Art teacher then and Today I am an artist as well. He was my favorite teacher of all time! I practically lived in the art rooms throughout school growing as I was shy and a introvert, I drew all the time. I worked for both him and Mr. Schrock, The ceramics teacher next door. My favorite story to tell is the day Jack brought some onions to class one day. He arranged them on a table with a cloth underneath and set up the lights around them as I watched. I asked him, " You don't expect us to draw That today do ya? " He said, No! It's just for me." I felt relieved I didn't have to draw them! They looked like they would be really hard to draw some white onions on a white cloth with all those dried up onion skins peeling off of them? And besides I thought that they weren't a very good subject to want to draw in the first place? How boring! But after he got set up and began to draw them, I was curious to see how they turned out? At first I just kind of peeked over his shoulder and watched. After a while in amazement The boring onions and the skins began to take shape and I think I sat down next to him and saw the magic happen. Those were the most Beautiful Onions I had ever seen in my life! And on that day I learned one of the Greatest lessons in becoming an artist that I had ever learned in my life without him saying a word. If you are to become a great artist yourself you will be able to draw Anything! Even something that most would think at first to be ugly and boring and recreate it on paper or canvas, And make as beautiful as all things really are or can be? If you grow and gain the Eye to see and the hand trained to bring it out on paper. You can draw anything! And make it look Wonderful! He was always soft spoken and would say what you needed to do to draw or paint but when you watched him do it! He didn't need to say a word. He made me want to be able to draw and paint just as good as he did. My first painting, I think I still have it rolled up somewhere? I called it my Blue Boy! Mr. Frost and Ed Schrock the ceramic teacher and Gene Danial's the Photography teacher, All helped me with my painting. You can see in the tree behind the little boy dressed in blue with a stick in the water Where Jack painted part of the tree and Mr. Schrock helped with the blue pants and jacket and Mr. Denials the ripples in the water. I'll have to go find it now and put it in a frame. At the time I didn't think to much about it? Why they all 3 helped me with that painting but now I think that maybe the saw something in me, And how much I wanted to be as good as they all were someday and how much I loved art then and Even more now Today. I'm not sure if I am or ever will be as good as Jack was but art is my love and my life today and that love I will never loose and I will keep it as long as I live. I hope mine is as long and as beautiful as his was. I knew he was a man of God as well, even though he never spoke about it. I could tell. And so am I. I hope and pray that some day I'll get to see my teacher from Snowflake Arizona, Again.

Oh my sweet friend Andria and Ryan too - Your Dad was the most amazing man and he will be missed so very much. You both did so much to show him how much you loved him and he was such a great man. All my love and prayers are with you both. Love, Connie #8

I always loved seeing Jack and Gloria at the Frost reunions and unfortunately at funerals. He was a great speaker and my Dad always loved Gloria, said she was a kick in the pants.

He was my art teacher at Wasson High School. He was always inspirational, patient and taught more than art. He always had a joke about being Jack Frost from Snowflake, Ariz. RIP and thank you for being a role model.

Dear Andria, Grant, and Ryan
I was so sorry to hear of your mother and now your father passing. The obituary was such a lovely tribute to such a special couple. The memories of all our teaching days together are very special for me.
Blessings to you and thanks for all the days you shared your mother with me. Lee Beach