In Memory

Jack Scharman

Jack Scharman

     East High Leopards
Class of 1965
   
   
Jack was born May 10, 1947 to Hyrum and Adrienne Adamson Scharman. He graduated from East High School and the University of Utah. He also received a master's degree in English Literature from U.C.L.A. He spoke Russian and French. Jack has been residing in California for the past 20 years where he was employed as an accountant, administrator, teacher and production assistant. As one who loved the arts, Jack enjoyed performing in local theater and played a variety of diverse parts in productions like Barefoot in the Park, Hamlet and Death of a Salesman. He also appeared in several commercials. He loved to attend and critique movies and could talk knowledgeably about any current or past film. An avid reader, he was never without a book, and thought everyone should have at least two library cards. Jack served honorably in the Army where he was stationed in Vietnam. He was in the Intelligence Division and received the Air Medal. Jack is survived by a sister, Geraldine, a brother, Brent (Jan), a sister-in-law, Nancy, and a multitude of nieces, nephews, aunts and uncles. Graveside services will be held Thursday, Oct. 25, at 12 noon, at the Salt Lake City Cemetery. Friends may call at Larkin Mortuary on South Temple between 10:30 and 11:30 a.m. Thursday. If Jack could have his way, we'd all celebrate by going to a good movie. Preferably something with Doris Day.



 
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08/18/15 07:43 AM #1    

Jodee Reed

Jack Scharman was my soul mate buddy in college at the U of U without any of the schmaltz. He provided golden hours worth of sardonic characterization of campus life. He could do impressions of professors rattling on in incomprehensible gibberish until I'd laugh till I cried. We'd analyze the most mundane occurrence, the varied quality of fries at the Hub, our daily meeting place, or chew on movie reviews at The Pinecone in Sugarhouse, our getaway place. We liked movies at the little campus theater and whenever I went late, or on my own, he'd wait in the lobby afterwards, with a smirk on his face, and say, "I knew you were here. Oh, God, that laugh of yours..." Then roll his eyes. His service in Vietnam did not go well for him and he could never talk about it later. But he moved ahead and followed his dream to the American Film Institute to someday be involved in making movies. His voice still shows up in my head at times after I've seen one of his favorite old films on TV. I would have loved to mull over the events of the reunions with him, but I would have had to drag him by his ear. He would have said, "Ok, but be sure it's not my only good one," 


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