Jon never took life for granted during his 70 years, 4 months and 10 days he walked among us. He was good-hearted, loved being around children any and all animals, having many in his lifetime, He was so funny and could turn a bad situation into a good one because he would see the humor in it. His nature led to be known by many, liked by almost everybody in this area. As a kid he was always bringing things home he had found along the road. Explaining that no one cared for it anymore. Looking back… it was the start to him being a collector of all things. Some people would call it hoarding. We were all taught the right and wrongs of life growing up in a generation whereas a kid you were to be seen and not heard as per our hard-working parents. We had everything we needed, just maybe not everything we wanted, life as we knew it was terrific because we thought we had it all. You don’t miss something you never had. During those years we breathed the same air. Our parents were stern about us keeping commitments we made so we learned to choose carefully. We enjoyed staying at Milford lake almost the entire summer for a couple of years. Hours of swimming in our private cove, flying a lot of kite’s, floating endlessly, catching fireflies to make jewelry out of their tails, water skiing until dad would get tired of driving the boat and just cut the motor off. Roller skating at JC indoor roller rink almost every Saturday and since we had a connection to the owners we got in free but normally we were put to work which was part of the fun. The year we got real ice skates for Christmas - whew we sure thought we had everything . But since we were the only kids that had skates we would take turns with the other kids that would always show up at Homers Pond. As hockey players were tough. The years made us smarter and wiser, we had just started to spread our wings, when my brother my closest friend changed--choosing to walk on the wild side of life during his teenage years, testing boundaries that he never thought were to be respected by him in the first place. Until one sad event changed the direction he had been going. When he started his career at Jayhawk glass he really found his niche through the long hours learning how to cut glass, mount it into the framework and install large 5 x 7 windows. He earned the status of Master Glass Glazier. Jon had been wandering through life searching but had numerous jobs, worked keeping the stalls cleaned at a car wash, Dug ditches and grave sites at Ash St Cemetery, had a paper route, finally upgraded to working as a lineman for the railroad, had a good paying job out at Ft Riley working on equipment that had been through a deployment getting whatever it needed repainted to major engine overhaul. He was always searching, trying to find himself as the years flew by. But what anchored him as a Man, and a Kansan, was when his only child Russell Thomas Sinnard was born. He was as good of a dad as could be expected.

His hobby’s kept him busy during his off hours. He was an avid fisherman where he spend hours testing every type of bait at the favorite wearing hole, and as we would be heading toward the ponds by our house we learned how to hurt too with 22 gauge long rifles. Not a rabbit or squirrel was safe later on he spent many early mornings in the blind perfecting the thrill of duck hunting, but the biggest part of his life, and finally being the sunshine he sought was racing late model cars on the dirt tracks around Junction City. Making a name for himself and his team. He poured his heart, time and money into this sport and was feared by fellow drivers. He earned a nickname that stuck with him over the years. He was in first position and just about ready to cross over the finish line, the flagman was waiting to do his job and all of a sudden he brought his car to a screeching halt, so abrupt it was hard for the rest of the drivers to maneuver around him because he wasted no time to exit the car in a hurry calling for his crew to come onto the track for help. When they reached him he pointed inside the car and what was in there scared them all and from that day forward his nickname was Jon “The Snake” Sinnard. He finally retired from the track and shortly after that retired from Manko (which had bought out JayHawk).

He was born in Munich, Germany on January 20th, 1956 and left this world on May 10th, 2026.

Jon is survived by his mother Lois Fink Sinnard, Columbus GA, brother Don T Sinnard Columbus GA, sister Karen Sinnard Berndt (Braden S Berndt) of Opelika, AL their children Jennifer Berndt Chestnutt (Nathan Chestnutt) and children Owen Chestnutt and Lola Chestnutt of Edgewood, CO. Dustin S Berndt (Amber Peterson Berndt) and children Wesson Berndt and Bradley Berndt of Phenix City, AL, his son Russell Thomas Sinnard (Crystal Sinnard) and his grandchildren Rylinn Sinnard and Carson Sinnard of Chapman, KS. He was preceded in death by his father Thomas E Sinnard and his much-loved grandparents.

A memorial service as a “Celebration of Life” will be on Saturday, May 30th, 2026 at the Glasco Golf course member center from 1:00pm to 3:00pm. Bring your stories and help us celebrate his life. Directions can be accessed by putting Glasco KS Golf Course into your map app or 622-648, US-24, Glasco, KS 67445.

His family has chosen for memorials gifts to go to the Macular Degeneration Eye Disease Foundation for Jon William Sinnard Memorial by either sending to Karen Berndt, 37 Phillips Rd, Opelika, AL 36804 or directly to American Macular Degeneration Foundation, P O Box 515, Northampton, Massachusetts 01061-0515. For online condolences, please visit www.chaputbuoy.com.