Harry Scott Haynes, beloved husband, father, grandfather, brother,
uncle, hero, friend, farmer, and rancher passed away on June 23, 2017 in
his home. A memorial service will be held Friday June 30th, 2017 at 11
a.m. at the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day-Saints in Fairfield.
Interment will follow at the Sunset Hills Cemetery, Fairfield.
Scott
was born in Choteau, MT in 1954 to Jack and LaVonne Haynes. He was the
youngest of 4 children. He graduated from Fairfield High School
in 1972. He then served as a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ
of Latter-Day-Saints diligently laboring in Oregon, Idaho, and then
Utah. Scott married Lori Heagy June 16, 1977 in the Cardston, Alberta
LDS temple. They happily worked together with their 5 children on their
farm west of Fairfield. Scott prided himself in taking great care of his
land and cattle.
Scott loved family (especially time with his
grandchildren), a good laugh, fishing, the mountains, and in general
being outside. You could often see him with his eagle eyes on the ground
looking for arrowheads, and he was usually the first to spot wildlife
or the whales on the ocean. He enjoyed participating in sports while in
high school and loved watching his children do the same. He was an avid
Fairfield Eagle sports fan to the end. Scott served on the board of the
Golden Ridge School for several years. He also served in many
capacities as an active member of the Church of Jesus Christ of
latter-day Saints including Augusta Branch President, High Counselor,
and a fun-loving teacher of the youth. He left a legacy of honesty, hard
work, and play!
Papa Bear--Scott is survived by his wife, Lori; two
sons, Big Jake-- Jake (Rachel) Haynes of Frenchtown, MT and Big “D” --
Duke (Natalie)Haynes of Green River WY; and three daughters, Action
Jackson-- Jaclyn (Mark) Day of Spanish Fork, UT, Noodles-- Darcy (Perry)
Adams of Newport, OR, Brooke Trout-- Brooke (Jared) Weishaar of
Providence, RI; and 15 ½ grandchildren.
Jake's Funeral Talk:
Thank you to all you participated in the program.
Uncle Gib
Thank you to Bill and Spencer. Bill you were one of Dad’s
dear friends he loved to hear you sing. [I think he or someone mentioned here that Dad preferred Bill in his Elvis suit.]
Thank you to all that came to show support to the Haynes
Family and pay respects to my dad. Especially thank you to all that have called
stopped by, dropped off food, offered to help on the farm, texted or sent a Facebook
message. There has been overwhelming support from family and friends and I
speak for my mom and the rest of my family when I sincerely say thank you and
we love and appreciate you.
Dad did not want a funeral but because of the unexpectedness
of the tragic event we as a family felt we needed some closure. My mom and dad
always told us kids “you can do hard things.” Well this is hard but we know
that in the book of Job we read that we shouted for joy when Gods plan was
revealed. This is the last thing I would want to be doing today and in time I
will fully understand the lord’s timing of this event. I take comfort in
knowing that there is a plan and the lord is in charge. I know my dad would
want all of us hear today to have a few last laughs at his expense. He would
want good stories to be told and laughs to be shared amongst friends. There are
too many stories and too many of you to mention by name but know that Dad loved
and appreciated all of you. That’s why we are encouraging you to stick around
after the funeral and eat some CHICKEN with us. If dad knew we even thought
about serving chicken he would haunt us forever. So actually we are eating the
canceride cow! Dad loved to tease company when they commented on his beef that
it was the old canceride cow!
I will say if dad
knew we planned a funeral he would have threatened all of us children that he
was going to take us to the Hutterite colony. I felt like that was a pretty
empty threat until one day Darcy found out it wasn’t an empty threat. I still
wonder what she was thinking as they drove up to the colony by Choteau. Darcy
do you still stay in contact with any of the hutterites?
Dad was a great man. Most of us are here today because he
touched our lives in one-way or another. Usually that meant through some fun
witted humor and some genuine teasing. I actually thought when my dad got to
the other side he himself would teasingly greet his friends and family there, “Why
didn’t I die before I had to get that tooth pulled.” I would even bet Happy
Jack in his joking matter would have exclaimed “I feel wonderful.” As he always
said.
My boys were really close to their Papa when they were
little we worked for Papa in the summers. So I asked them what they would want
me to tell others about their Papa and I have centered my remarks around their
thoughts. Almost instantly Jaxon and Bridger said we would want people to know
that any time we were with Papa it was a good and fun time. We were always
doing fun things. In fact my boys and all the grand kids had a theme song with
their Papa. Sweet Caroline any time we would set out on an adventure we would crank
up a CD blasting that song as loud as we could and we would all sing along.
“Sweet Caroline Bum Bum Bum Good Times Never Seemed So Good.” It became such a tradition that pretty much
every vehicle he owns and I own have copies of sweet Caroline on hand. We keep
that song queued up for any adventure we might set out on! So my remarks today
will be centered around those GOOD TIMES with Papa!
Speaking of singing my dad was horrible but his mantra was
if the people in front of you don’t turn around, your aren’t singing loud
enough.”
My dad was good at making others feel comfortable or
uncomfortable. One of the ways he tried to put others at ease was to have some
sort of little nickname for his friends and family members. Many of you know
what I am talking about. If you notice on the program some of these names are
mentioned. All of us children had nicknames and this extended to the in-laws.
Speaking of in laws the first to join our family was Mark
Day. Right off the bat my dad started calling him rookie. Well we knew this
rookie was coming home and would surely want to impress my dad to win the hand
of his daughter. So my dad in his way devised a plan to have a good laugh at
the expense of his soon to be son-in-law. We were feeding cows up west and knew
that there was one gate to open as you entered the field so the day before we
went up and stretched the gate so tight it was physically impossible for anyone
to open it but we were going to let the rookie have a go at it. So that next
morning we were eager to go feeding. We went to jump in Blue Thunder (oh yea
dad named all of our vehicles too) Blue Thunder was the trusty old feed truck
that that dad spent a lot of time in and cherished because it was such a
reliable old truck. Anyways we knew the rookie would want to be as far away
from my dad as possible and would surely sit on the outside where he would be
forced to have to open the gate. Well I couldn’t believe my eyes as the rookie
in his eagerness was already in the truck saddled up next to my dad. Great I
was going to be stuck opening the gate our plan was foiled. My dad was as cool
as a cucumber and we set off for the gate. About a mile down the road he said
Gee I think I have a flat tire. You boys hear that (of course there was nothing
to hear) but we said yes. Dad stopped the truck where we all got out to inspect
the tire. Dad motioned to us to get back in the truck. Boom the rookie was now
on the outside! We pulled into the gate and dad explained to the rookie how the
person on the outside opens that gate and how to open it. So the rookie jumps
out eager to impress. He strained, he pushed, and he tried different angles all
the while we were laughing so hard we were in tears. What a great time. It
became a standing joke this name of Mark’s and he really wanted to be promoted.
Every time he visited he asked for a promotion. Eventually dad told him when he
gave him a grand child he would possibly be upgraded. Along came Leslie and he
was upgraded to Maverick. Along the way there has been several demotions to
rookie but Mark claims that when dad died he was still at Maverick level.
Back to Blue Thunder for a minute. What a great truck we
took it feeding cows, hauling firewood, boating, hunting, fishing, camping and
most fondly I remember being pulled behind blue thunder on the sled for what
seemed like hours. Dad had an uncanny ability to find the frozen cow turds in
the field. What a reliable and faithful old truck!
Next along came Rachel or Rachey Babe. He had another
nickname for her but I won’t share it because its not politically correct but
it comes from her ability to be able to sell things and make a profit. As I was
bringing her home to meet the folks, I am sure he was behind having my mom
dress up in a witch costume wig, makeup and all to try and scare her off. He
thought that was pretty funny.
Next came Perry. Perry never really liked his nickname
because he is a tough daredevil hockey player type but Perry the fairy just
comes off so natural. So Rachel and I were coming home or a visit and Darcy
wanted us to pick her and her boyfriend up in Idaho so they could tag along and
I could help ease the stress of “Dad” well I don’t recall to many pranks being
played over the weekend but as usual we had roast beef for lunch on Sunday (We
always have roast beef for lunch on Sunday that was dad’s tradition) Well we
were taking off that evening and dad said why don’t I make you guys some roast
beef sandwiches for the ride. Ok sounds great but I knew dad was up to
something….He told me that he put a rubber band in Perry’s sandwich and labeled
it. Well he instructed me to call as soon as Perry started chewing on that old rubber
band. Well in the rush he mislabeled the sandwich and Rachey babe got the rubber
band --a good laugh was had by all. Even though we all consider Perry to be the
daredevil in the family he could never keep up with dad. The morning of Darcy
and Perry’s wedding dad told Perry just to follow along in his car as they
headed for Canada. I think dad not wanting let his daughter go just yet left
Perry in the dust. Perry trying to catch up got pulled over just north of
Choteau. Of course that turned into a big laugh that Perry was so eager to get
married he was going 90 miles an hours and got a ticket.
Along came the brother of Jared. That’s what my dad
nicknamed him most people think its because my dad wanted Brooke to marry
Jared’s brother but it actually has a scriptural reference. Well dad decided to
break him in right by roping a “sick” (of course this was all planned) yearling
steer in the corral and handing the rope to the brother of Jared telling him to
hang on and don’t let go. Well I can still see Jared taking several laps around
the corral. He didn’t let go. Dad also took the opportunity that weekend to
have a family work project. He was big into those! Never did I not come home to
a few “bottom Bales”!! Thanksgiving/Christmas/Easter always came with a family
work project. It was always to work up an appetite according to Dad but usually
this meant a job that he didn’t really want to do. We did them anytime some one
came home to visit. In fact, I know he had several lined up for this week as
some of my siblings were planning to come home. Any ways this family work
project was to have the brother of Jared pound a bunch of steel posts. Dad
supplied gloves but to this day anytime we go fencing dad brings up how Jared
lost all the skin on his fingers trying to impress dad while pounding posts.
Dad was glad Jared was going to be a Nurse Methodist as he would say when really it was a Nurse anesthetist.
Last but not least was Nat ALEE. Dad was pretty nice to her
because we were pretty sure after waiting about 15 years this was Dukes only
chance… Natalie claims to be an amazing beautician and was planning on cutting
Dad’s hair this week. Natalee what some guys will do to get out of one of your haircuts.
We all know my Dad was very fond of you and your haircutting skills.
Speaking of hair I know my dad would have been proud to die
before he went bald. He liked his curly hair and to him the greatest invention
was the sunroof. You see before sun roofs he had to stick his head out the car
window to “blow it back” and look cool this could result in a bug or two in the
face but with a sunroof you could just raise your head high enough to the open
sun roof to really blow it back!
Dad also loved Schwann’s ice cream. He told my mom when they
got married they may not always have money but they would always have ice cream—and
they always did. He liked as do all the grandkids ice cream in many forms-- in
a bowl, in a glass, in a cup, in a float or a cone and especially on our
waffles! I don’t know what dad liked more ice cream or Ketchup. Heinz ketchup
in fact that’s what I got him for father’s day --several big jugs of Heinz
ketchup. Not only did he love the ketchup he liked spilling a little on the
edge of the bottle that so when you asked him to pass the ketchup it he would
pull the ketchup bottle back getting that little amount on your hand. Such a
tease!
He also loved playing trivial pursuit and Jeopardy. He loved
to whip us kids and would always ask after beating us how many of us had a
college degree or who the only guy in the room was without a degree when he
won. Last week when we were over here he was joking how his new memory foam
pillow was really improving his Jeopardy skills.
My wife (that would be Rachey Babe) remarked that for Scott,
the most important things in life were not things but people. I know that to be
true. I know my dad was a firm believer in spelling LOVE TIME. He showed love
by spending quality time with each of you. His kids were very important to him.
Sunday phone calls were every Sunday even if you had talked to him on Saturday.
With many of you, us kids and the grand kids he made sure we have many fond
memories of laughing, joking, fishing,
boating, 4 wheeling and of course working together.
We worked hard together. He didn’t cut us much slack even as
little kids. Whether it was bottom bales, irrigating, running machinery or
working the cows we were expected to get it done. There were many jobs I
despised or did not want to do but the one saying I remember my dad always
saying after we completed a job was see “that wasn’t so bad” he always said
that and we always rolled our eyes but looking back—You know dad “That wasn’t
so bad” they were GOOD TIMES we had working together on the ranch and it taught
me and my siblings the importance of hard work and dedication. A few weeks ago
I left Jaxon and Bridger with my dad for a few days. He had a work project
lined up for them. I thought it was probably a little much but knew he would
teach them to work. When I returned and saw the completed project and listened
to my boys brag about what they had accomplished I was grateful to my dad for
planting the seed of hard work in his grandkids.
Speaking of work dad loved his cows and bragged about how
much he feed them. He took good care of them. I remember him giving them extra
hay on Christmas as a present. How fitting it was to have heart brands!
Us kids remember going boating quite often in the summer in-between
irrigation sets. We loved to go to
COWMANURE beach as dad called it! Dad looked forward to getting us kids on the
tube so he could really crack the whip with us. I can still see him in that old
boat (of course the only one in the boat because he wanted ultimate speed)
leaning as hard as he could to make that turn extra sharp and then laughing as
us kids passed the boat cracking the whip. The heagy sisters also remember him
cutting the motor in the deepest seaweed while they were skiing for a good
laugh. Some of the young men in the area remember him for wiping them out so
hard on the tube that they lost their shorts. Duke commented that we never had
to worry about he sun shining when we went boating because his white legs
shined brighter than the sun.
We loved to go to the Big Sky water slides as an end of the
summer annual trip. The highlight of the water slides was the tube ride. Before
the OSHA declared it dangerous it used to have drop after drop where your tube
would get caught in the backwater and the next tube would crash down on top of
you at full speed. Dad liked to call himself king of the tube run and the
highlight for him was coming around the corner before the biggest drop and
seeing his favorite mother in law caught in the back water. I am sure he did all
he could to slow his tube before crashing into her. He still likes to talk
about seeing her two legs sticking up out of the water in the aftermath.
Dad
was always such a tease! He teased all of us but we knew
he loved us. When he would see his grandkids teasing or making jokes or
hearing
about them getting into trouble at school (dress story if Dennis doesn’t
share--the time Dad and his buddies had to wear the teacher's dresses
because they got their clothes all muddy)
he would always say, “He or She is all HAYNES” with a proud gleam in his
eye.
–Unfortunately I did not inherit this gene.
My dad was always planning the next adventure. In early May
he was bugging me about when I was going to be done with work so we could go on
an adventure. He really wanted to go 4 wheeling and fishing up at Gibson. One
of our annual traditions is to go up there when the lake is at the perfect
level and catch a bunch of fish. This year because of some other commitments at
work I reluctantly told him it didn’t look like we would make it. He would call
and ask if I got out of my commitments. I would say no. He would call again and
ask and I would say no but because of a tender mercy of having a meeting get
moved (that I was supposed to be at) at the last minute I was able to spend
Father’s day weekend with him. We spent
two days with papa fishing, four wheeling and boating. We ate Heinz ketchup on
our beef! I am lucky to have so many
great memories spending time with my dad having GOOD TIMES! Rarely those good
times didn’t include dad walking around looking for arrowheads no matter where
we were. Sort of an addicting hobby of his. He was always so lucky. In fact
last weekend there we were and there he was picking up another arrowhead. I
will never forget the time we were re-doing the sewer and last house. We had a
neighbor over excavating. Dad’s sister Patty was over and came out to inspect
the project. Of course she bent down near where my dad was standing and picked
up a perfect arrowhead (that she had pulled from her pocket and planted) Dad
thought he hit the mother load right in his own backyard. Stop the excavator
was the call and he began frantically searching the ground for more artifacts.
What a good laugh we had when she told him she planted it. Dad really enjoyed
being outside enjoying the country looking for those artifacts. Thanks to all
who accompanied him on such adventures.
Whenever we went somewhere with dad as (Uncle Gib) eluded to
we would wonder if he was going to put on those hideous overalls. We used to
think they were awful until I had kids. As you know kids look pretty good in
the Osh kosh overall pants. One day when Jaxon and Bridger were toddlers
Bridger was wearing overalls and Jaxon exclaimed hey those are ---PAPA PANTS the name stuck and they now are known has PAPA
PANTS. My three-year-old son JETT doesn’t go to papa’s without a pair of his
PAPA PANTS. I was really tempted to where some today but not really. But I hope
you grand kids figuratively put on some papa pants and follow in his footsteps
he was a good man. He believed in placing place people first. He always said
Family first and people over programs. This has been evident in the outpouring
of support over the last week from the community. I wanted to share a couple of
messages the family received from Papa’s friends. Papa valued his friends and
you were all a big part of his life. He enjoyed TIME with each of you.
One friend wrote he was a special and treasured friend. It’s
difficult to imagine football, basketball and track season without his
enthusiasm and his constant reminders about the next big game or meet and the
recaps of the ones we shouldn’t have missed. We’ll miss his hugs, smiles, clean
jokes, and many calls just to see how things are going. Most of all we will
always remember the example he was of what true friendship really looks like.
One of my childhood buddies wrote-My mom claims he was the
best neighbor we ever had. From the day we arrived to the day we left he was
there for us. Loaned his trucks to us to haul firewood with, loaned us his
tractors really anything we needed. Not to mention for me personally, the times
he took me fishing, hunting, to baseball games the things he taught me about
work, farming and cattle. He took me boating and to this day I have never heard
of anyone refer to a boat motor as a “dirty communist.” He employed me at times
and was a big part of my life back then. I didn’t appreciate it back then like
I should have but growing up puts things into perspective.
My dad had a couple of favorite cuss words. Communist and if
things were really going bad dirty communist. The other word he used quite
often was Sun River Ditch. Happy Jack said it, Dad said it and I find myself
saying it. I can hear him saying Sun River Ditch we will never get the calf
back. Inevitably when moving working cows one would break out and as we got
older we would laugh when he would Say Sun River Ditch he will never get that
one back and throw his stick in the ground. To this day we got all of them back
dad.
Of course dad was a huge Fairfield Eagle fan. He loved to go
watch the Eagles and support the youth in the community. He also enjoyed being
at many of these games with you.—Good times! That I am aware of even if it
meant he had to drive through the night (for the ranch) he never missed any of
his children’s games except one. My brother Duke had a divisional basketball
game in Malta and it was during caving season in the middle of a real cold
snap. He still talks about missing that game but he made every effort he could
to listen to it on the radio. He drove around looking for a spot where the
radio station would work. He had an idea-he would drive to Fairfield and park
his vehicle next to the big grain bins to pick up reception?? It worked! He
always supported us kids and was cheering us on. He loved to brag up the grand
kids and was looking forward to watching them play sports. Just last week he
called and told me Boston went 5 for 5 and Cooper hit a home run. He certainly
was proud of them. I know he will have the best seat in the house at all of the
grandkids upcoming games.
Not only did he like to whip us college grads in trivial pursuit
or jeopardy he like to take us out on the court and try and beat us in horse,
pig or lightning. He always won it wasn’t until he had part of his “shooting
finger” cut off in the stacker wagon that we finally gained an advantage.
However just a few months ago he proudly whipped Jaxon, Bridger and I on our
home court.
Dad knew how to liven up the party. One of our family members
remarked- Your Dad put the life and fun into a mostly sober family! His
teasing, laughter and silly cow jokes will be missed. He liked to tell those
cow jokes like what do you call a cow with no legs-Ground beef! Those little
funny humors never got old to him. He liked to tell a good story and knew a lot
of interesting and random facts. If you didn’t know dad liked to read a lot of
books and was pretty sharp. Recently he was telling a story and some the relatives
didn’t believe some of the things he was saying so they started “fact checking”
him on their smart phones. Well they found out he was right. Dad really liked
that and knew his stories were more factual that any smart phone so recently
any time there was a questionable story he would shout out someone FACT CHECK
that on your smart phone!
Dad was a good friend to us and was a good listener he also had
a way to tell you what you needed to hear. I am going to miss the daily 6 a.m.
phone calls just to check in and give me advice like “stand in concrete.” When
you believe in something. One time when my sister Jackie told him she couldn’t
think of any personal weaknesses he promptly explained to her what
self-righteousness meant. Jackie I hate to tell you this but I guess listening
wasn’t a real strength either. (Being all Haynes I couldn’t resist)
In the New Testament in the book of Matthew Chapter 6 vs. 21
reads-“For where your treasure is there will your heart be also.” Dad didn’t
treasure the riches of the world but treasured GOOD TIMES with family and
friends. His heart was there. Most recently his treasure was his grandkids. He
connected with them as know one else could and as Jaxon and Bridger said
whenever we were with him we were having fun. My dad wasn’t big into saying I
love you-kind of a Haynes men thing but I can still hear and see him saying it
to all his grand kids. When we left last week he was giving he kids hugs and
kisses out on the deck (raspberry kisses) which those “All Haynes” kids have
referred to as toot kisses he said to them and he has always said as he
squeezed and kissed them “PAPA LOVES YOU SO MUCH!”
Well grandkids I want you to know that Papa loves you so
much and will forever. I also would tell you that my dad and your Papa would
want you to know that he has total trust and faith in Jesus Christ and recognized
him as his Savior and Redeemer and because of that knowledge Papa was a
consistent and diligent disciple of Christ his whole life.
Papa knew that by patterning his life after the Savior he
would have the constant companionship of the Holy Ghost and be in tune to whom
and how he could help and serve others. Many of you here today felt this love
and that’s what we will miss most about Papa. You could tell how much family
meant to him by the amount of time he dedicated to helping his parents Happy
Jack and LaVonne on the ranch; spending time with siblings on adventures, being
a dedicated husband and provider, by teaching his children to be honest, hard
workers and about the treasures found in the gospel of Jesus Christ. He did
this through diligent family prayer and scripture study as well as weekly
family home evening provided an environment of love at home and an opportunity
to nurture young testimonies. Remember Papa spells LOVE—TIME.
Papa’s life was centered around the gospel of Jesus Christ
and the knowledge that Families Can Be Together Forever. He took that amazing
principle and shared it with others on his mission. As he labored and built a
solid foundation for his testimony his mission became a highlight in his life.
We all loved hearing him tell stories from his mission and knew he had a deep
desire that all his grandsons serve missions as well. He knew it would help
them build a stable foundation for their own testimonies as they strengthen
their relationship with Christ sharing his gospel.
When Papa was asked to do something he followed through and
put all his effort in. Whether it be a church calling, studying his scriptures,
laboring on his mission, being a good husband, father, friend, neighbor and
especially a Papa. He knew and believed in God’s plan of salvation and life
after death and because of Christ’s atoning sacrifice and resurrection we will
ALL see each other again.
I know that if we faithfully follow Christ’s doctrine and
stay committed to his teachings we will see Papa again too because families can
be together forever. As OUR songs says, “Good times never seemed so good.” My
wish is that all of us here today will always remember and hold those GOOD
TIMES and memories in your hearts.
PAPA LOVES YOU ALL SO MUCH!!!!
Thank you all for coming.
In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.
