Birth date: Sep 12, 1923 Death date: Mar 14, 2016
Jack Erskin Higgins departed this life Monday, March 14, 2016 to be with the Lord.Jack was born September 12, 1923 to Cova and Mary Higgins in Slick, Oklahoma. He grew up in Bowden and began working at an early age as a golf caddy Read Obituary
Jack was a special friend to us. He had a compassionate heart for people in need and would often buy groceries at the "Food Pantry" to give away to needy families.As his Sunday School Teacher, he seldom missed a class and was so helpful in passing out the lesson plan for several years.We will miss him greatly. Faye is a special blessing to us. We pray for her direction.Don and Lavern Love
Jack Higgins was family when I grew up in Tulsa Oklahoma. Even with piano lessons, ballet, horseback riding and school, there was always a major effort to learn golf from this patient, talented man, Jack Higgins. I remember summers, meeting friends at Meadowbrook, and taking on the greatest game with fairness and good sportsmanship. Our mom's were our score keepers, and Faye Higgins was there to make sure we took "salt pills" and had water to drink. What a luxurious summer camp . I still pick up my golf clubs and try to play every spring. I hear Jack's voice, and his gentle chuckle at my bad stance or short shots. Our parents were the Jack Higgins fan club and we were the constituents. Thank you Higgins family, for sharing your dad, husband and grandpa.
Jack made me into the man I am today and I am forever grateful for what he did for me and my family! He will be truly missed by all! My thoughts and prayers are with Faye and family. Until we meet again my friend. Kenny Cole Jr
Jack was a faithful member of The Assembly at Broken Arrow for many years. I had the opportunity to play a couple of rounds as his guest at Meadowbrook and I was amazed at how well he and Fay could play (still scoring below their ages!). I remember I had pulled a shot to the left and was blocked by a row of trees to the green. Jack told me how to stand, grip the club, take a couple of practice swings and said lets see what happens. To my amazement that ball went straight for about 50 yards and made the craziest hard left I've ever seen, and rolled right up onto the green. I looked at him and started laughing. He said, "anybody can play this game."Jack was a true a follower of Christ and was old school in his faith. While playing those rounds of golf, I heard his testimony of salvation and how faithful God had been to him throughout his life. He had a great love for Jesus, his Lord and Savior.I am very grateful to Jack and his generation (our Greatest Generation). The following excerpt from an article I recently read says it very well."Every generation has its share of men who fully live the art of manliness. But there may never have been a generation when the ratio of honorable men to slackers was higher than the one born between 1914 and 1929. These were the men that grew up during the Great Depression. Theyâ??re the men who went off to fight in the Big One. And theyâ??re the men who came home from that war and built the nation of the Western world into an economic powerhouse. They knew the meaning of sacrifice, both in terms of material possessions and of real blood, sweat, and tears. They were humble men who never bragged about what they had done or been through. They were loyal, patriotic, and level-headed. They were our Greatest Generation. They werenâ??t perfect by any means, of course, but as a whole they were a cut above the rest. When we look at them, and then at the men of today, the chasm of manliness appears to be jarring. These are men cut from a different cloth of manliness; they simply donâ??t build them like that anymore. Their extraordinary manliness is not something you can scientifically measure. But you can sure feel it. And you can see it in old pictures. It seems every man back then was dashingly handsome; their manliness practically leaps off the page. Thereâ??s a saying that each generation is most like their grandparentâ??s. And while weâ??re not there yet, I do see a lot of people these days who are dusting off the values of the Greatest Generation and embracing them once again."It was a great privilege to have known Jack Higgins.Sincerely,Devin Rohr
Jack Higgins was my "Harvey Pennick". Jack taught me how to play golf at his Golf School in Broken Arrow. When I moved to The Woodlands, TX. I would call him with golf issues and he would send me many contraptions to improve my game. I would fly back to Broken Arrow when things with my game weren't going well and spend several days getting instruction. Jack was a true teacher. If one method didn't work he would be ready the next day with something else. I remember one time I had taken a lesson and went on a golfing vacation. On my return he asked me how it went. I said, "I cried,it was so bad!" He said, "Arnold Palmer never cries," To which I replied, "Arnold Palmer never hit the ball 150 times in a round, either." Another time he was trying to improve my golf swing path and he put a tee right next to his foot and then told me to swing. Reluctantly I did and I hit his ankle with my driver. It must have hurt terribly but he just laughed and said, "I wasn't expecting that to happen." He loved Snicker Candy Bars, so I always brought him snickers when I came for a lesson. I even made him a Snicker Pie one time.An interesting thing about Jack's personality was at times he would appear grumpy. But underneath that crusty interior was a man with a tender heart and spirit. He wasn't a cookie cutter teacher. He individualized instruction until you could visualize it. I wish I could say I'm a great golfer, but he did give me a love for the game and in the process God blessed me with a great friend.Jack and Faye became my dear friends. I love them both and will always have wonderful memories of my friend and teacher Jack Higgins. Rest in Peace my dear friend. I love you.Your Friend & Student Candy Brasel
