Richard Glenn Pierson

Richard Glenn Pierson, departed this life on Friday, February 13, 2026. He was born April 20, 1940, in Mountain Home, Arkansas to Corwin Wallace Pierson and Priscilla Rupe.

Survivors include: his wife of 42 years, Bonny and one sister, Patricia Smith, Sidney, Arkansas, one son, David Pierson, California, daughter, Linda Conroy, Jamestown, son, Sam Pierson, Warsaw, daughter, Lori Scheidt (Earl), Jamestown, son, Mike Trimble (Shannon), California and beloved dog, Daisy. He shared an extraordinary bond with his first granddaughter, Jacki (Nathan) Borgmeyer.  Jacki held a truly special place in his heart — his constant companion, his joy, and his cherished partner in all of life’s little adventures. He was a true father figure to Jacki, loving and protecting her as though she were his own daughter—because, in his heart, she always was. Other survivors include grandchildren Stacy Pierson, Madison Pierson, Cody Pierson, Samantha Pierson, Preston Scheidt, Macie Trimble, Chase Trimble, Annasytn Trimble and Eli Trimble; and cherished great-grandchildren, Alexa Rose (Lexi) and Cora Lynn Borgmeyer.

He was preceded in death by his parents, son, Larry Pierson, son, Justin Trimble, brother, Jerry Pierson, sisters, Shirley Lamb, Norma Barker and Bonnie Brown.

He honorably served the US Army as a mechanic and bulldozer operator. He ran his own oil casing crew at Murray Casing out of Great Bend, Kansas, worked for the Missouri Highway Department, owned and operated the Jamestown Tavern for many years and then eventually opened his own mechanic shop, Jack and Grandpa’s shop, where he hosted many great shop parties.

He had a deep love for Mopars, a talent for restoring them to their original glory—often with a little extra horsepower—and he was happiest tinkering in his shop. He spent many Sundays at the drag strip racing his 65 Plymouth Belvedere. Later in life, he and Jacki traveled with Mike Swanson racing Mike’s 64 Plymouth Savoy with Nostalgia Super Stocks. He was an expert mushroom hunter and had a passion for collecting unique rocks. He was happiest when he, Jacki and “Uncle” Bill White were mushroom hunting or fishing. He cherished his vacations to the Colorado mountains with Bonny. You never left his house hungry, and he and Bonny always made sure you went home with a “care package,” a gesture of love they insisted on no matter what. He loved to experiment with cooking and passed down many secret recipes including his famous spaghetti sauce, potato soup, barbeque sauce and mushroom fritters. He was very straightforward and didn’t mince words. You could count on him to always tell you the truth, even if you didn’t want to hear it. He was mischievous and could meticulously plan and carry out pranks and revenge. Throughout his life, he collected many endearing nicknames—PawPaw, Uncle Beer, and Gramps—each one reflecting the special relationships he built. He held special pride in his grandson, Preston Scheidt, who followed his path as a mechanic and embraced the same passion for speed that had always fueled his spirit.

The family takes comfort that he took his last breath at home holding Bonny’s hand, is no longer in pain and is now reunited with his two sons, his brother Jerry and nephew Mike Swanson, all of whom he missed and loved dearly. He was superstitious, and we can’t help but notice the poignancy of his leaving us on Friday the 13th. It feels like his way of giving us one last story to smile about.  Rest easy, your work here on earth is done. Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”

A memorial service will be held at 11:00 a.m. on Saturday, February 21, 2026, at Immanuel Lutheran Church, 148 Cedar St, Jamestown, MO. The Reverend Dr. Peter Kurowski will officiate. Graveside ceremony with full military honors will follow. If you have Mopar or classic car attire, we invite you to wear it to the service. And for those who own a Mopar or classic car, feel free to drive it in his honor. Nothing would have made him prouder than a small parade of the machines he treasured so deeply.

Expressions of sympathy may be sent to the family.