On April 3, 2020, Jack C. Traweek joined the Heavenly Choir and Orchestra. Jack was born on June 21, 1939 in Dallas, Texas. He is preceded in death by his parents, JC and Maureen Traweek, and his younger brother, Warren Traweek.
Jack is survived by his wife of 58 years, Nanda; two sisters, Janet and Ureta; three children, Jacque (Mikeal) Cruce, Donna (Rob) DiMillio, Parrish (Carla)Traweek; seven grandchildren, Shannon (Tevor), Taylor (David), Keely (Evan), Broc (Trinity), Rocco, Jack and Christine; and three great-grandchildren, Jasmine, Kayla and Livi.
Jack attended Godley High School, in Godley, Texas, where he was All State and to this day holds the single game touchdown record.
Jack graduated from Oklahoma Baptist University in Shawnee, Oklahoma. During his college years he boxed in 40 Golden Glove matches.
In 1966, the Traweek brothers moved their young families to Arizona to ride dirt bikes in the open Arizona desert and to do church work. Over the years Jack had many motorcycles with his favorite being the Hodaka Ace 100B+.
For over 62 years he directed music in churches which included leading 51 Cantatas. Jack was a great musician and could play most brass instruments by ear. His favorite instrument was his beloved trumpet. He was always very patient in encouraging others to find their voice.
Jack was a very gentle man; he had vast knowledge of history and would remember most things he read. He was a very skilled wood worker and could frame up walls and houses with a hammer faster than most with a nail gun. For 36 years he had a career as a Railroad Engineer for SMARRCO. Jack was very generous with his time and finances to those in need. He never gave a second thought to delivering a basket of food, mowing a yard or trimming a tree.
In his later years, known as Papa Jacks, he spent endless time on day trips with his grandchildren. He would study the history and graciously share that knowledge with them on those adventures. One of our fondest memories was the day Papa Jacks put the plastic pool in the back of the ole’ white Ford truck, filled it with water, loaded up the grandbabies and a few neighbors then headed for the hills.
Jack wanted a cigar in his casket, paid Wailers in the back of the church and You Ain’t Nothing But a Hound Dog by Elvis Presley playing as he was being buried and a final request for his headstone “See I told you I was sick.”
Services for Jack will be held at a later date.