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Joseph Coffman posted a condolence
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
On Mon, Dec 17, 2012 at 7:06 AM, Nan Bauroth <nanb@carolina.rr.com> wrote: I want all of you to know how sincerely I mourn your father's passing. As I told him the last time we spoke, he was a great uncle who was always so upbeat and cheerful and fun, also a great American patriot and devout Christian, whose strength of character always shone through in our talks. I told him how much he had meant to me personally, and how much I loved him. I shall always remember his remarkably sharp memory and ability to recall in such vivid detail so many adventures of his youth. I am sorry we will no longer have him here, but as a Christian, I know that he has pierced that veil of death and passed over to be reunited with those he loves who have gone before him, and of course, his Lord and Savior, Christ. Please let me know if Patty wants flowers and the name of the church or if she would prefer a donation in lieu of and if so where. I am going to inform Mother this morning of her brother's death, and she may try to call Patty later today. This will be very hard for her as she is now the last living member of her family. She once told me that when Grammy was about 97, she remarked how sad it is when everyone you know has died. I never forgot that, and think of Mother now as she faces this herself. I do know she would want me to pass on to you her sympathy and wishes for God's comfort. I have attached three great pictures I took of your father with Patty, your father and my Mother when we all went to Coffman and Farmington in 2006. I love the picture of him and Mother in front of good ole 320 Center St., which I recall so well for our childhood visits there. The house they grew up in has been lovingly renovated. The one of Mother, Patty and him is taken in the grove of pecan trees on the Coffman farm where they spent so much of their childhood during the Depression and now belongs to someone else - we sneaked through a fence to get inside and take it! The last is of Mother and your father at the Crown Winery, which literally now sits on the site where the coffman Plantation home stood before Joe Scott tore it down. If anyone wants pictures of the original house built in 1832 I have it. Nan Bauroth
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Thomas Coffman posted a condolence
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Saying thanks to Joey and those that are making this possible see you Thursday Thomas
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Joseph Coffman posted a condolence
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
(In two parts) One of the recurring images and happiest memories I have of my father was during a period in the late 70’s or 80’s when I made the foolish attempt to go into insurance sales as he had done a few years earlier. We worked together a lot during those few short years and I was able to ride along with him to a lot of his appointments and to see my father in his daily routine and interacting with clients and the public. This was not during an optimum time for either of us or the family, but I most remember was how he interacted with people when we were in public. If we went to the supermarket, he would chat with whoever was in line or the cashier, he was friendly with clients and just about anyone he encountered. He was outgoing and had a pretty happy-go-lucky attitude in spite of many financial difficulties and burdens that we had at that time. He was positive and upbeat and friendly and outgoing. I’ve often had conflicting feelings about my father and his love for his country. He had the fiercest love of his country of anyone I have ever known personally and he instilled that in me. It's been a source of pride and pain in recent years as things seem to be unraveling more and more. The Greatest Generation built the Greatest Country, but the Me Generation and others have been gradually undermining it. That's a topic for another time, but he was a member of that most amazing generation that fought the Second World War and built post-war America. You couldn’t help but love this great country of ours while being around him. He was so proud of the great military effort of WW II, and his membership in the Sons of the American Revolution was a source of extreme pride as well. At age 17 he joined the United States Navy and these were probably the most formative and definitely the proudest years of his life. He was proud of having served on a “tin can” and we heard his stories so many times… The kids will laugh because we all heard them numerous times - usually the same stories again and again and again. There's the Chinese Navy story, the British captain story, the Dominican Republic and Haiti story, and so on. I can’t imagine going off to war and to serve at the age of 17! He volunteered, wanted to join, for love of his nation. He wasn't drafted, had done well in school and could have stayed behind and waited out the war. He wasn't old enough to be drafted - so he had that option. But I'm not sure many Americans thought of staying home out of the fighting back then. And he served in one of the most momentous and historic 5-6 year period in not just the nation’s history, but in the world’s history. Many times I have tried to imagine life on a destroyer in the freezing North Atlantic at the age of 17, seeing shipmates swept overboard and left to die, never knowing when a German U-Boat might hit you with a "fish". After the war, the US was pre-eminent and dominant in the world and the gradual unraveling of the country’s position was a source of great distress to him (and to many of us). I think in some ways, that period was the pinnacle of his life and everything else paled in comparison to those momentous events. Everything for him, seemed at times to be seen through the lens of August 1945.
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Joseph Coffman posted a condolence
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
One of the most memorable recent memories was going with Dad and Patty and Snoopy to the free meal at The Golden Corral Restaurant in Twin Falls in 2011 shortly after Veterans Day. Some of the pictures of him in his VFW hat show a happy guy and he was definitely in his element with all those former soldiers and sailors! He loved hanging with the Veterans and I know there were many here in Twin Falls that he enjoyed associating with. He loved history and was involved in politics in one form or another for as long as I can remember. One of my earliest memories is of going with him and my mother to a Goldwater rally at Knott’s Berry Farm in Buena Park in front of the replica of Independence Hall there. It was probably 1962 and I would have only been 8 years old then. We sat on the lawn and somehow I was in awe of what Independence Hall stood for at that young age. Needless to say, he was fiercely anti-communist and we worried about the Soviet Union’s effort to gain world domination or of the possibility of nuclear war. That was a heavy cloud in our household and I remember being very afraid of the possibility of either a nuclear war or of being under the domination of the Soviets from a young age. Dad had 9 children in a matter of about 15 years. This was in line with his adopted Catholic faith and he did what he believed was right at that time. I never heard him regret that although he did make a few jokes about the "rhythm method" (which I will not post here). Trying to provide for this many mouths was difficult in better economic times and we went through a long period of struggle in the family. I know he felt bad about the difficult times and he felt he had to apologize to me a few times that I recall about how things were growing up. It wasn’t always pretty, but I think he and my mother instilled good values in all of us, and I am thankful especially, for having passed their faith and love of country along to us. We were taught right and wrong and even though we may not always have lived out those values very well, we at least knew what was right and wrong. We always had lively discussions of religion, culture, politics, the arts and life in general in the home. I can’t say I always saw eye to eye with my father on some of his political views as I grew older, but I know they stemmed from his deep love of country and pride in both his family’s and country’s heritage. We were from different generations and he saw everything in a much more black and white version of the world than I later did. Losing Dad was bittersweet for me. I am happy he went peacefully, quickly and without too much discomfort. He seemed to keep his positive attitude when facing his own death, and from what I know of how he passed, I am proud of him and hope I can face those final moments with the courage and apparent good nature that he seemingly faced it with. I was fortunate enough to see him 3 times over the last year or so. I am proud of him and what he accomplished. As my brother Steve put it recently, he wasn't always the father I wanted, but he was my father and gave me a lot - maybe not materially, but as far as values and lessons I think he gave me what was right and good and true. He was always a hard worker. He went to one of the best engineering schools in the country and received a degree in chemical engineering and accomplished many professional degrees in his profession in insurance and financial planning. He finished college and high school each in three years. After college, he worked for McDonald Aircraft and Haveg Chemical Corporation until he started his own chemical engineering business manufacturing fiberglass products in the 60s in La Habra. It was shortly after this that he tried a career in insurance, which he persisted in until he became fairly successful at in the 90s - after I had moved away from Ventura. I suppose his passing has not fully hit me at the time of this writing. My perception of him has changed in recent years, and in one's passing, it changes further. He was my father, and I will miss him but am confident
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