My name is Berry, and my family and I were lucky to have grown up with the Carters. Our families lived in Denver, Colorado, at the same time, and we were both considering moving to Kalispell, Montana, in the mid-70s. It feels like yesterday that we were in high school with Christie and Scott, and Kellie close behind. I have many memories of times spent with the Carters. One memory was from about 1976, when we had moved to Montana, and the Carters were still debating a full-time move to Montana. We decided to swap houses for the summer, as my dad was having a difficult time generating a livable wage in Montana. Jack was in the vending business in Colorado, and unbeknownst to us, the Carters had left a huge box of vending machine candy for us to enjoy while staying at their home in Colorado. My parents didn’t realize that Jack had meant this for us, so they forbade us from having any of the candy. When the Carters returned to Colorado, they were surprised to see the candy more or less untouched. A year or so later, Scott told me that the candy was meant for us. The house we moved to in Montana had 17 acres of trees. We raised several animals, including pigs, chickens, ducks, a goat, and a cow. The Carters also moved to a house in the country that had farmland -- a lot of farmland and not a lot of trees -- and some horses. Jack loved the farm. He was elated just riding around on a tractor or doing whatever else came with running a farm. His son Scott, however … not so much. I remember many occasions going out to the farm for a day or two helping to move pipe or buck hay bales with Scott and really having a good time. Of course, Scott, who had terrible allergies, hated the farm, but this fact didn’t matter a whole lot to Jack. As far as Jack was concerned, there was work to be done, and the allergies would just have to wait. We would go on camping trips and other outings with the Carters. Having Glacier Park basically in our backyard, we would often go to the park together. I remember fighting with my brothers over who was going to ride with the Carters, particularly when it was time to come home. We all figured out early on that Jack was going to stop at the Dairy Queen on the way home and treat whoever was in his Suburban to ice cream. We also knew there wasn’t a chance that my dad was going to stop anywhere on the way home. When we were in high school, the Carters moved closer to town, as did my family. We lived only a mile or two from each other. At that time, the Carters started a new adventure by opening up the Court Club, just down the street from their home. Jack and Scott became incredibly competitive at racquetball, as well as tennis, and there was always an open invitation for us to use the Court Club. Jack was not only generous with his money, but also with his time. When we were in high school, Jack led our youth group and graciously opened his home to us. He would spend hours preparing in-depth Bible studies and challenging us in our individual walks with the Lord, and had a unique ability to engage us in thought-provoking questions. He was always encouraging, and helped us to develop a pattern of having daily quiet times with the Lord. After our study, Judy, his wife, who was killed in a tragic automobile accident, would make milkshakes for everyone. I remember staying late after youth group, just hanging around and talking, sometimes until midnight or later. Jack’s home was safe, warm, and had an atmosphere that made you just want to stay. When Jack moved from Denver, Colorado, he was part owner in a Piper Comanche, a 4-place single engine airplane. He brought the airplane to Montana, and arranged for a camping trip for our youth group to Schaeffer Meadows, a fly-in-fly-out campground in the Bob Marshall Wilderness. He and another pilot made multiple trips in and out of this remote airstrip, transporting kids and gear for a very memorable camping trip. Jack was amazingly generous. Jack was definitely a mentor to me. We had a lot in common. He enjoyed flying, and I had always wanted to be a pilot since I was very young. We both enjoyed math. We were both analytical. And we both enjoyed an argument. J I ended up with a degree in mathematics, with a teaching option, and became a pilot. Certainly Jack had a part in shaping my life. These are just a few of the wonderful memories that I have of time spent with Jack and his family. Jack will be greatly missed by me and my family.