Jim Feenstra

May 22, 1935 - Nov 26, 2014


FEENSTRA, Jim Born May 22, 1935 in Sacramento, CA; passed away Nov. 26, 2014. Beloved husband for 56 years to Carol Tally Feenstra. Greatly missed by children, Jon Feenstra and wife Lorri of Sacramento, CA, and James Feenstra and wife Kristy of Reno, Nevada. Forever remembered by grandchildren: Christine, Amiee, Meghan, Abby, Erik, Jack; great-grandchildren, Cooper and Sydnee. Also survived by 2 sisters, Shirley and Mary; and 1 brother Hank. Also, a host of nieces and nephews. Jim attended Sacramento City College and Sacramento State University and worked as an accountant for a local construction firm for nearly 30 years. He volunteered as a coach for youth sports for years and trained to be a docent at the California Automobile Museum. Jim had a life long passion for participating in and following sports and played tennis well into his 70s. He caught the car bug early and as a youth participated in drag racing and later autocross events with his 356 Porsche. He loved to travel abroad and go to Carmel every year. He was a dedicated and loving father and husband and will be missed. Remembrances can be made to USTA Norcal Tennis Foundation or the California Automobile Museum. A memorial will be held on Saturday, Dec. 6. at East Lawn Chapel, 43rd St. & Folsom Blvd. at 2:00p.m. – See more at: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/sacbee/obituary.aspx?n=jim-feenstra&pid=173352423&fhid=2508#sthash.LGQClOJV.dpuf

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Funeral Home:
Andrews & Greilich Mortuary
3939 Fruitridge Road
Sacramento, CA
US 95820


  • Jon Feenstra says:

    My dad, Jim Feenstra, was born in 1935 and lived in a small

    two bedroom house with his parents and five siblings. In his first 10 years he lived through the depression and World War II. They didn’t

    have a car, but like most American’s loved to sit by the radio and listen to shows and music. They also loved participating in sports of all kinds.

    From what I’ve heard my grandfather, Henry Feenstra was a

    charming, outgoing, gregarious guy. Physically, he was a kind of tall and skinny fellow. I’ve also heard that my grandmother, Helen

    was kind of shy and reserved when she was young, but a dark haired beauty.

    Since his parents were so different, my dad could be at

    times be like either of them. I recall him often going up to strangers and talking to them like they were lifelong friends. He was so nice and friendly that they almost always responded in kind, though they were probably wondering to themselves who he was. I think he saw

    people as just like himself and felt he could relate to anyone.

    However, at other times he was very different. I remember he and I would often sit contentedly for a couple hours and watch a game on TV without him saying more than a few words.

    My dad would never say or hear a bad word about any of his

    family. And I rarely recall him saying a bad word about anybody. He was close to his older brother Ed as a child and his younger brother Hank as an adult. He always had so many good things to say

    about his family and I can’t recall him ever holding a grudge against anybody.

    When he was a young man, my dad was in a terrible auto accident which left him in a coma. When he woke up, one side of his body was paralyzed. He eventually came out of the paralysis but had to relearn how to walk and talk. Years later, a scan taken when

    he was in his 60s showed that he lived all of his adult life with major brain damage due to the accident. Despite this, he raised a family, worked as an office manager for 30 years and was married to my mom for 56 years. He never complained about it or tried to get disability or any kind of special treatment. I know he struggled with it, but his answer to all of life’s difficulties was mind over matter. He told me many times that the mind is a very powerful thing and we need to realize what we are capable of. I believe that through the force of his will and his refusal to feel sorry for himself, he learned on this own how to overcome many of the emotional and mental difficulties that resulted from this trauma. Due to this, he was able to help provide my mom, my brother and I with good, happy and productive lives. He also carried this on with his grandchildren. My dad was always actively involved in everything we did and provided support in every way he could. Not only that but he maintained

    his relationships and participated in many activities with all of his family and friends and received a lot of joy in his life.

    During his later years, we often wondered why he rarely chose to use medicines and other medical technologies to help improve his

    life. Looking back, some of these decisions were probably not in his best interest and it sometimes made me feel bad for him. But I don’t think it ever bothered him much. He was used to overcoming

    these difficulties his whole life and just looked at it as something you learn to deal with.

    Due to his experiences and some of my own, I believe that

    the struggles in life often make us better people and better able to appreciate the many blessings we have. I believe that my dad’s life proved that.

    My father’s death came quickly and unexpectedly. I’m very grateful that in his final hour he had his family by his side. We held his

    hands as he struggled courageously to the end.

    In conclusion, I know my father would say that he had a

    long, happy and fulfilled life, and I feel very privileged to have been his son.

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