In Memory

James Robert Estey - Class Of 1957

James Robert Estey, born December 31, 1939, passed away due to cancer at age 73, on September 22, 2013.  At the time of his death he was living in San Diego.

Jim, a career officer in the Navy is survived by his wife Grace; daughters Paige and April; and his sisters, Robin Estey Sabersky '64 and Barbara Estey Turner '75. 

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05/05/14 09:21 AM #1    

James Sheffer (1957)

In the spring of 1956, Jim and I had our own Spring Football Practice. For at least two weeks, we ran sprints together on the football field. By nature, he was not fleet a foot, so we devised a fun handicap system. It turned out that it helped both of us, and we had a lot of fun! I lost track of Jim through the years. I just now read of his passing. By chance, a couple of weeks ago, I was referencing something in my Senior Annual, and I saw something he had written. It said, "thanks for teaching me to run". Now, I would say, "thank you for your friendship!". 

R.I.P., Jim

05/05/14 12:16 PM #2    

Jerry Huot (1957)

I just saw the info on Jim's passing.  He was one of a number of fine young men to be on out championship football team in 1956.  Jim was a friendly guy and as Jim Sheffer pointed out worked to get better and was a good part of our successful senior.  Best wishes to his family, Jerry Huot

05/05/14 08:35 PM #3    

Robin Lane Estey (Sabersky) (1964)

To Jim and Jerry ... Thank you so very much for your comments on my brother's passing.  He was always proud of being on the football team.  Me (Robin, '64) and my sister, Barbara ('75), are SPHS alumni, although the three of us were quite spread out age-wise.  But I very much remember Jim's high school football days!  Througout his life, he always worked hard to reach his goals, and had a fulfilling career in the Navy, retiring at 37.  He continued his love of traveling and lived in his "Sunny Daze" motorhome with his wife, Grace, for many years (and was proud of landing and staying in every state in the U.S., I believe).  In the late 90s, he decided to stay in "port" in San Diego.  The cancer hit him hard and unexpectedly, and he fought it to the end -- but always with a joke and a smile.  We called him J.R. all these long years.  He did things his way ... Just Right!  Thanks for the memories!


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