Jack Rinker #1511, retired Seattle Police Detective passed away on January 22, 2017. He was 89 years of age upon passing.
Jack was born and raised in Seattle. While attending Roosevelt High School, he worked in his dad’s Lake City Bakery. After graduating in 1947, he was immediately drafted. He spent two years at Fort Riley in Kansas. When his hitch was up, he returned to Seattle. His first job back home was working for is uncle at Baker’s Candy, which was next door to the Lake City Bakery. So, he learned the baking and confectionery trade. He didn’t like either one, so he got a job at Seattle 1st National Bank at 2nd and Cherry. He became the Head Messenger. One of his functions was carrying large amounts of cash to other banks and businesses. One of his co-workers – Peg was also a messenger, carrying cash. Can you imagine carrying bundles of bills up and down 1st and 2nd Avenues today. Jack was introduced to Peg’s father, Seattle Police Sergeant Art Chestnut (his future father-in-law.) He began recruiting Jack to the P.D. Also, one of the bank’s security guards was a retired officer. One day in 1953, he marched Jack over to Civil Service to sign up for the police test because Jack was complaining now that he was married to Peg, he needed a better occupation. Jack passed the test.
He was hired in January 2, 1954 as Provisional Patrolman for $300 a month. He was assigned to Wallingford. Instantly everyone wanted to work with him due to his father’s wide assortment of fresh, free (and not gluten free) donuts and coffee. After a couple of years, he was assigned to the Central Precinct working both East and West. He finally was assigned a permanent walking beat on lower 1st Avenue. He stayed in Patrol until 1970 when he transferred to the detectives.
During these years, he was a member of the Marching Drill Team. The Team marched in both Kennedy’s and Nixon’s inauguration parades. Later, the team went to Hawaii to march in a parade. In front of the reviewing stand, the drummer threw his drum stick in the air and failed to catch it. He exclaimed loudly “oh sh#t!” The governor heard that outburst and laughed.
Jack worked Thunderbird Hockey security at the Seattle Center. During a very close match, a player was hit with a penalty. Her disagreed with the referee’s call and began punching him. Jack went out on the ice, to save the ref, and promptly slipped onto his buttocks. He got up, slid over to the ref and saved him from further assault.
Jack was also very active in Junior Hockey because all three of his sons competed. In fact, the twins in their early sixties are still skating. Brad is on a team and Scott is a referee. Do the two fight over bad calls?
Jack was a member and officer in the SPAA Golf Association. So, when he retired in 1980, he and Peg, who is also a golfer with a lower handicap than Jack’s, moved to Sequim’s Sunland Golf Course. They lived and played there for thirty years. During a round, Jack was playing with a couple of buddies, he parked his cart on a slope next to a water trap. He didn’t set the brake tight enough as he exited. As the cart headed towards the trap, Jack could not stop it, so into the water it goes. His two buddies looked at him and said “we can’t hold up those behind us, so we’re going to play through” and left Jack. He called the Clubhouse and the greens crew saved his submerged cart. But the next day, the trap had a sign on it – “Jack’s Pond.”
Jack is survived by his wife and best golfing partner of 65 years, Peg; and his three sons; seven grandchildren and eleven great-grandchildren.