Needham High School Class of 1964 |
Jack Bradbury
1946 - 2020
John (Jack) Herbert Bradbury
On Sunday, Jan. 26, 2020, John (Jack) Herbert Bradbury, loving husband, father and grandfather, passed away suddenly and unexpectedly of natural causes at the age of 73. He was predeceased by his parents and is survived by his loving wife of 41 years, Lana (Nelson) Bradbury; two daughters, Christine O’Sullivan and Cyndi Lohrer; a stepdaughter, Aimee Donofrio; two stepsons, Reed Sandberg and Roy Sandberg; and a brother, Donald Bradbury. Jack was born on Aug. 27, 1946, in Boston, Mass., to Freeman E. Bradbury and Madolyn E. (Crory) Bradbury. Jack grew up in Needham, Mass., and graduated in 1964 from Needham High School. Although Jack grew up in Massachusetts, the family had strong ties in Maine because both Madolyn and Freeman were from Maine. They came to Massachusetts during the Depression to find work. Aunts, uncles and grandparents were still in Maine and were visited often. The Bradbury family has deep roots in Maine going back many generations to 1634, when Thomas Bradbury came to York from England to start a long line of descendants, of which Jack is one. Jack excelled in athletics including baseball, gymnastics, golf and tennis. After high school, Jack went to U. Mass and competed on their varsity gymnastics team. He graduated with a BS degree in geology and worked as a geological engineer in New Mexico and later in Salem, Mo., but he still had a strong desire to return to the Maine coast and he dreamed of someday becoming a lobster fisherman. In 1981, if finally happened. He packed up his family and went to Maine to follow his dream. Initially, he worked as a sternman on another fisherman’s boat as an apprentice. He soon got his own boat and fished continuously for the next 38 years. He docked his boat in Portland for most of those years and lived in Westbrook and later in South Portland. Jack had a sideline. He bought a sawmill and milled logs into furniture-grade lumber. Finding premium logs to mill was almost as much fun as chasing lobsters. He traveled all over the state and as far south as Massachusetts in his pursuit of premium logs. He sold the lumber to furniture and cabinet makers and kept some of the wood for his own projects, which will be cherished by his family for generations. And Jack had a fondness for dogs. In addition to having several of his own dogs, he was hard pressed to pass by a strange dog without introducing himself and making a new friend. In his later years, Jack and Lana bought a second home in Arizona. They enjoyed spending some winter months there and especially enjoyed visiting their children and grandchildren in Missouri and California while they were in the West. Jack, also known as “Lobster Jack,” will be sorely missed by all who knew and loved him. He was one of a kind and will never be forgotten. A memorial service will be held in Corea on May 30, 2020. |
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Jack was my best friend in high school, or at least I felt that way. We were part of "the Mitchell (school) Boys" (along with Cliff and Bruce and Greg and John ...). I visited his house and family many times, right next to Don Humphrey's house. It was clear in elementary school that he was an athlete. I admired his skill on the baseball field, where I really hoped no one would hit a ball my way. Then in high school we were on the gymnastics team together, with Jack always my superior. And in Pollard Junior High, we often walked our girlfriends home together. College pulled us apart, but we kept in touch afterwards when Jack became a geologist and spent much of his time underground. (I still have the large quartz crystal he gave me.) Later we fell out of touch for years, but we reconnected in Portland, Maine, where he took my wife and kids out on his lobster boat - a tough life that he just retired from in 2019. Though I track all our departed classmates on this website, this one is personal ...
Sorry to hear of Jack's passing. I too remember him from Mitchell School days and always as speaking quietly with a friendly word to everyone. It wasn't until after I moved to NC in 2005 that I discovered he had become a fellow Maine resident, lobstering in waters not very far from Kennebunk and Camden where I lived from 1968-early 2005. His was an independent spirit that will surely be missed.