|Dean L. Jorgenson|
|Written by The Curry Coastal Pilot|
|November 06, 2012 08:35 pm|
Dean L. Jorgenson passed away peacefully, Friday, Nov. 2, 2012, in Ocean Park caregiving facility, in Brookings.
He was born March 5, 1931, in Waubay S.D., to Andrew T. Jorgenson and Esther Erickson Jorgenson.
Dean worked many jobs, starting at age 12, and then enlisted in the U.S. Coast Guard. After serving two years, he went to work at Douglas Aircraft in Long Beach. His co-worker and friend Don Warwick invited him home to dinner, and that is when he met Bonnie Warwick, his wife to be, never dreaming that is what would happen.
Bonnie and Dean were married in 1952, and had two sons: Danny of Southern California, and Ken of Brookings.
Dean and Bonnie started a business from scratch in the Hemet Calif. area, storing R.V.s on 5 acres of land. This was the business of a lifetime for them. Through their customers – the “snowbirds” – they heard about Gold Beach and Brookings, and were told to check out the area. Later, they did just that, and fell in love with the towns, beaches, surf fishing and clam digging.
In 1983 they began vacationing here. In 2003, after selling their business Dean and Bonnie moved to Brookings with their son Ken. Dean loved his family and friends, and the ocean. He made wonderful friends, wherever they lived. He loved to walk, and every day they walked, and made many friends and animal friends.
Dean liked to playing cards, golfing, fishing, and visiting with family and friends. He loved his pets. He also enjoyed dancing, and all kinds of music, especially jazz and country.
He leaves behind his wife Bonnie; sons Ken and Danny; granddaughters Jennifer Tomasevic and Melissa Jorgenson; great-grandchildren Anthony and Teadora Tomasevic of California; nieces, nephews and a great nephew of Brookings; brother Jerry Jorgenson and wife Judy of Everett Wash. Also surviving are many nieces and nephews in the Everett area.
Leaving this world for a place in Heaven is his great reward. He loved God and Christian music, so he will be one happy man.
“Hope you can keep on dancing my sweetheart, until we meet again, sweet dreams” – Bonnie.