John F. “Jack” Goebel of Gilman, was born on January 17, 1939, at Victory Memorial Hospital-Stanley to the late Chester and Clara (Nichols) Goebel. He died Saturday, September 11, 2021, at Mayo Health Systems-Luther Hospital, at the age of 82. A funeral service was held at Noon on Friday, September 17, 2021, at the Gilman Funeral Home. Burial followed in the Yellow River Cemetery.
He is survived by his wife of 64 years, Anita of Gilman, his children, son Jack and wife Barbara Goebel of Gilman, son Dan and wife Theresa Goebel of Gilman, daughter Jill and husband Vince Anglemeyer of Hannibal, daughter Deanna Jordan of Texas, daughter Judy and husband Sam McFadden of Cadott, son Jeremy Goebel of Thorp, 25 grandchildren, 25 great grandchildren, sister, Mary Westaby of Gilman, Chester Jr. and wife Marge Goebel, both of Stanley, sister Sylvia "Sib" Piekarz of Menomonie, brother David and wife Alexis, brother Tom and wife Evelyn Goebel of Gilman.
Jack is preceded in death by his parents, great grandson, Jack, brother, Ed and two sisters, Janice Potapenko and Carla Kostick.
Jack grew up on the family farm and graduated from Gilman High in 1956. On July 6, 1957, he was united in marriage to Anita Bogumill at Saints Peter & Paul Catholic Church-Gilman. Jack and Anita built their life around their farm. He made farming an art and enjoyed working alongside his children passing down his work ethic to all of them.
All three of his sons carried on the legacy of farming and made him very proud. He was adored by all of his grandchildren and great grandchildren. He was a father to the fatherless and had a way of making every single one of his grandchildren feel like they were his favorite. He always had a four-legged companion to accompany him on his 4-wheeler; most of them went by the name, “Muttley”. His truck was always dirty, but his wallet was always open and ready to give to his loved ones, especially for a treat at “the corner store”.
Jack had a vast knowledge of nature and knew the land better than most. After he found the Lord, he was a faithful member at the local church and smelled richly of Old Spice and Irish Spring in his pale blue shirt that matched his mesmerizing eyes. He always looked like a million bucks but his shoes always gave away his frugality. Jack knew every hymn in the book by heart. His deep voice put Johnny Cash to shame. There was rarely a time you would not hear him singing or humming a tune of some sort.
The one song that best depicts “Jack”, and who he was, is “I Love” by Tom T. Hall. He made it his business to be in everyone’s business and see what they were all up to; that was his was of caring. Towards his later days, he spent most of his time studying the Word of God, writing and helping his boys bring in the cows. He knew no stranger. He loved fiercely. He noticed and appreciated the little joys in life. He loved food and despised waste. He lived his life by the Scripture “whatsoever your hand finds to do, do it with all of your might.”
He found peace and made right his wrongs and is honored for having the courage to do so. As his yearbook said so well; “Jack- small, but so is a stick of dynamite”. He will be missed every day but his memory will never die.
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