Jasper Newton Sweat

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Kim Gomez (née Hukill)
Regina Hukill (née Sweat)

Jasper Newton Sweat

November 28th, 1928 - January 28th, 2022

November 28th, 1928 - January 28th, 2022

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                               In Loving Memory of Jasper N. Sweat

                                       11-28-1928 to 01-28-2022

     Jasper Newton Sweat was born to Henry and Nettie Sweat on November 28, 1928 in Gowen, Oklahoma.  He was the 9th child of a family of 12 children.  His family moved to California in 1938.

     Jasper dropped out of school at around 15 and went to work in the shipyards during WWII.  He served in the Navy from January 1946 to November 1947, and he received the Victory Medal.  He participated in Operation Crossroads and witnessed the 4th and 5th atomic explosions at Bikini Atoll in the Pacific.  After his discharge, Jasper went to barber school and eventually, he moved to Bakersfield and opened a barbershop at the Bakersfield Inn. 

     He met and fell in love with Mary Brown when he was 21.  They were married on June 23rd, 1951.  He became a widower in 2013 when Mary passed away at the age of 79.  Jasper is survived by his 3 children: Regina, Mark and Thomas, 7 grandchildren:  Kim, Thomas Jay, Laurie, Henry, Alexander, Kimberly and Tracey, and 4 great-grandchildren: Corbin, Violet, Lyla, Xavier, and Elliott, and his one sister:  Thelma Brixey.

     Jasper went to Bakersfield Adult School, Bakersfield College, and Cal State Fresno where he earned a bachelor’s in History.  He juggled family time, night classes, managing his apartments, and running his barbershop for many years.  Eventually, he got a job with the State of California Disabilities Services and retired from that position at age 50.

     After retirement, he and Mary did some traveling which included visiting all 50 states, and building a duplex and several houses.  Jasper bought a cabin at Keene in 1968; he loved spending time there.  One of his favorite retirement projects was to remodel his beloved cabin.

     Jasper loved his family.  In spite of running a barber shop, managing apartments, and going to night school, he still managed to find time to attend church with the family, and to hit pop flies to his kids.  In retirement, he enjoyed taking his grandchildren to the cabin at Keene, and also to Thrifty’s for ice cream. 

     Jasper Sweat was a wonderful person who will be missed very much by his family and friends.  He was always there to help other people, whether it be mowing weeds, painting walls, or jackhammering up old floor tiles.  He was focused, dependable, hard-working, trustworthy, and loyal.   God called him away on January 28th, 2022.  There will be a private service for him open only to family. 

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David Sweat

Uncle Jay, thanks for always being there for my father. Funny how we were all three Masonic brothers but never really got a chance to sit down and talk. Rest in peace. e. “Alas, my Brother!”

Published March 1st, 2022
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Regina Hukill (née Sweat)

Dad’s Eulogy Many of the memories I hold dear about my dad revolve around the cars he’s had over the years. The earliest story is about him teaching my mother to drive. At one point, he asked her to get out and let him drive. As she walked around the back of the car, he drove off before she could get in on the passenger’s side. Dad drove around the block and then started following her, trying to talk her into getting back in the car. She refused! Finally, a policeman pulled up and asked what was going on. Dad told him what happened. It took both of them doing some fancy talking before she got back in. I remember going to Canada one summer as a family. His idea of a vacation was to pack up a trailer, drive all day every day until you reached your destination. Once we got to Canada, we walked around for about an hour, then got back in the car and headed home. One good thing about that trip was that I had plenty of time to think about a new guy I had just met named Dave Hukill. And, you know how that turned out! Dad’s vehicles were always filled with rakes, shovels, duct tape, and broken bags of cement. And, lots of dirt. The blue falcon he owned was legendary—it had so much dirt in the rear bumper that weeds were growing out of it! The Falcon had 3 on the tree, but the gear shift had broken off. Dad just used a screwdriver shoved in the steering column to drive it. One time, as he stopped for a train to pass, the guy in the car next to him told Dad his engine was on fire! Dad and the guy jumped out and starting dumping dirt on it to put the fire out. Miraculously, Dad drove that car for another several years. When I was in college, Dad would pick up the grandkids and take them to Keene so I would have some quiet study time. His grandkids loved it as their Papa told stories, asked them if they wanted lizard roll for lunch (a Keene delicacy), and inquired if he could borrow $5 from them. On the rides home, he would play old radio shows like Lum and Abner, or they would sing songs like Back in the Saddle Again. Papa loved to treat them to an ice cream cone at Thrifty’s where he could buy enough for the whole crew for less than $5. When Dad was around 90, we all agreed it was time for him to stop driving. But he never lost that desire to get out and go for a drive. This past year, I often picked him up in his beloved, 20-year-old, green van and took him for a drive. I came to realize that any time I ever spent in the car with my dad was quality time.

Published February 14th, 2022
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Regina Hukill (née Sweat)

Dad’s Eulogy by Mark I want to talk about the ways that Dad helped me over the years. I think he helped my siblings and many of you in the same ways. I know it was important to Dad to help others and gave him joy. Through my life Dad provided me with a strong support system that I could count on. He was a great safety net that made it easier to go through life. I can’t tell you the confidence and tranquility this has given me. I appreciate this most when I think about other people I know whose parents could not or did not provide this. I always knew if something bad happened, if I got sick, or hurt, that Dad would be there and would help me and my family. Dad also supported in less dramatic things like paying for my college tuition, and co-signing the loan for my first car. When my new girlfriend bought a new condo and couldn’t stand the Adobe White interior paint color, and won’t be happy until it was “off white, with a touch of gray”. I called Dad for help. Dad showed up and helped me paint the whole inside of the condo. Dad gave support differently than your typical TV family father. He didn’t give me big bear hugs, tell me how great I was, brag to friends about my achievements, or, tell me how proud he was of me when I graduated. He had his own ways of supporting. Dad supported me by being a dependable, stable and good person. He and my mom stayed together so that I was parented by two great people. He always worked and provided for his family. He provided a great example of how to conduct myself and treat others. Dad had a great moral compass without being righteous or preachy about it. I can think of many times where I made the right choice because I’d seen my Dad do the right things. All of these things provided me and family with love and security Dad was financially secure. Money was important to Dad. But it was important in a way that was different than other people. Like many who grew up during The Great Depression, Dad knew what it was to be cold, hungry, and uncertain about the future. Dad wanted to earn money so he could pay his own way, he wanted money that he could save for security in hard times, and finally if there was enough left over he wanted the luxury to help others. Dad never gave cash gifts to blow or spend on frivolous items. He helped us all with money for essential things like health, education and housing. He paid for his friend Paul Vallette’s funeral. Later he helped Paul’s daughter several times while she was raising 4 grandkids and was out of money. Dads supported us with his incredible physical energy and drive to get things done. Plain and simple, Dad could do a lot of work and was willing to do it for anyone who needed help. I remember my brother telling me about Dad helping his daughter Kimberley after she bought a house and need help with some work in the yard. Dad got involved and like any project Dad did he was driven to complete the job expediently. Kimberley asked Tom why Dad would do all of this hard work for her. Tom told her he was showing his love and support for her accomplishment of buying her first home. All of us can think of many times Dad supported us the same way. When dementia started to take hold of Dad and arthritis in his back weakened his legs it was very difficult for me; much harder to deal with than I had expected. After some time I realized that I was processing that Dad could longer be the powerful support system I had enjoyed my whole life. Something that had been a fundamental part of my life was gone. I know that I and my siblings will think about him often for the rest of our lives and remember his love and support. Please take moment of silence now to think of Dad and something he did for you. I would make him feel so good to receive your kind thoughts

Published February 16th, 2022
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