My Uncle Jim is my mother's older brother. He was born to Robert Alma and Mary Etta (Bradley) Nash about an hour after his twin brother, Robert Alma Nash, Jr. Jim was named after both of his grandfathers, James Nash and Robert Andrew "Andy" Bradley.
He has 7 younger brothers and sisters: Dan, Louise, Millie, Melvin, Wilma, Murlene, and Verla.
When Jim was a baby, he fell quite ill. The doctor came to their home, examined him, and told his parents "I wouldn't give you a nickel for his life." So sure was he that Jim wouldn't survive the hour that he went back to his office, filed the death certificate, and put an obituary in the newspaper. Jim had a copy of his obituary his entire life!
He grew up mostly in Utah. He would have graduated from high school, but the principal at the time refused to give him his diploma due to an overdue shop bill that his family couldn't afford to pay.
He served in the U.S. Army 1940-1943. During World War II, he was stationed in Panama and Pearl Harbor, Hawaii (after the bombing).
He married Helen Joyce Redfern on August 29, 1951 in Butte, Montana. She died of leukemia in 1960. They had no children together.
He later married Marjorie Joyce Morris on November 28, 1962 in Butte, Montana. She died of Alzheimer's Disease in 1995. They had no children.
He took care of both of his wives until they died. Only when it was causing serious health problems for him did he take his doctor's advice and place Aunt Margie in a nursing home. Yet, he visited her several times a day and fed her each meal when she could no longer do so herself.
Jim worked several jobs. He worked for the U.S. Park Service at Yellowstone National Park for many years. He was also a barber and a telegraph operator. He also worked for the Civilian Conservation Corps.
In 1959, while Jim was working at YNP, he and Helen suddenly decided to move their camp trailer to a different campground for no particular reason. The following night, the worst earthquake in Montana's history (7.5 on the Richter scale) hit and the mountain came down onto the campground they'd left from, killing 28 people.
Although he never had children of his own due to having been made sterile by the mumps, he was a favorite uncle for many of his nieces and nephews. He was a kid's uncle, always fun. My mother said that he was always like that. His twin brother, Bob, was the bossy one, but Jim was the fun one. During the Great Depression when money and toys were scarce, he'd craft toys for his younger siblings to play with and come up with fun games for them.
Jim was always very active. Well into his 80s, he went out dancing twice weekly, had a couple of girlfriends, and drove a red sports car.
He was always a miser, saving his money and living in economy apartments. While helping him move once, my brother and a cousin found literally thousands of dollars stuck inside the pages of magazines. When they asked him about it, he said "I don't trust banks."
Eventually, though, he was persuaded to put his money into a bank. He chose to put it into a trust for his younger siblings.
At weddings, you'd see Jim making his way through the reception fixing several plates of food and taking them to his car. Hey, free food was free food. But, it became a family joke.
The last year and a half of his life, he suffered from Alzheimer's Disease. When he no longer could care for himself, his favorite nephew and my brother, Gary Warner, moved him in with his family and took care of him.
There, Jim blossomed. He went to work with Gary (a contractor), rode four-wheelers and horses, shot pistols, adored Gary's children and grandchildren. He'd hold the babies for hours.
One of Gary's sons has the middle name of James, after Jim. Uncle Jim would never call him Greg, but insisted on calling him "Jamie." Greg was presented with the flag that was on Jim's coffin. It was displayed in 2011 at his Eagle Scout ceremony.
He died of a stroke 9 days after his 90th birthday, falling far short of his goal of living to be 102.
Jim was always a special uncle and loved very much.
Jim was loved and made friends wherever he went. He would walk around large stores pushing a shopping cart for exercise in the winter. The staff there adored him and sometimes gave him Christmas gifts. He stayed at a nursing home a couple of times when Gary and his family went out of town for a week. The staff adored him and missed him when he left.
He will be missed as much as he was loved.
He has 7 younger brothers and sisters: Dan, Louise, Millie, Melvin, Wilma, Murlene, and Verla.
When Jim was a baby, he fell quite ill. The doctor came to their home, examined him, and told his parents "I wouldn't give you a nickel for his life." So sure was he that Jim wouldn't survive the hour that he went back to his office, filed the death certificate, and put an obituary in the newspaper. Jim had a copy of his obituary his entire life!
He grew up mostly in Utah. He would have graduated from high school, but the principal at the time refused to give him his diploma due to an overdue shop bill that his family couldn't afford to pay.
He served in the U.S. Army 1940-1943. During World War II, he was stationed in Panama and Pearl Harbor, Hawaii (after the bombing).
He married Helen Joyce Redfern on August 29, 1951 in Butte, Montana. She died of leukemia in 1960. They had no children together.
He later married Marjorie Joyce Morris on November 28, 1962 in Butte, Montana. She died of Alzheimer's Disease in 1995. They had no children.
He took care of both of his wives until they died. Only when it was causing serious health problems for him did he take his doctor's advice and place Aunt Margie in a nursing home. Yet, he visited her several times a day and fed her each meal when she could no longer do so herself.
Jim worked several jobs. He worked for the U.S. Park Service at Yellowstone National Park for many years. He was also a barber and a telegraph operator. He also worked for the Civilian Conservation Corps.
In 1959, while Jim was working at YNP, he and Helen suddenly decided to move their camp trailer to a different campground for no particular reason. The following night, the worst earthquake in Montana's history (7.5 on the Richter scale) hit and the mountain came down onto the campground they'd left from, killing 28 people.
Although he never had children of his own due to having been made sterile by the mumps, he was a favorite uncle for many of his nieces and nephews. He was a kid's uncle, always fun. My mother said that he was always like that. His twin brother, Bob, was the bossy one, but Jim was the fun one. During the Great Depression when money and toys were scarce, he'd craft toys for his younger siblings to play with and come up with fun games for them.
Jim was always very active. Well into his 80s, he went out dancing twice weekly, had a couple of girlfriends, and drove a red sports car.
He was always a miser, saving his money and living in economy apartments. While helping him move once, my brother and a cousin found literally thousands of dollars stuck inside the pages of magazines. When they asked him about it, he said "I don't trust banks."
Eventually, though, he was persuaded to put his money into a bank. He chose to put it into a trust for his younger siblings.
At weddings, you'd see Jim making his way through the reception fixing several plates of food and taking them to his car. Hey, free food was free food. But, it became a family joke.
The last year and a half of his life, he suffered from Alzheimer's Disease. When he no longer could care for himself, his favorite nephew and my brother, Gary Warner, moved him in with his family and took care of him.
There, Jim blossomed. He went to work with Gary (a contractor), rode four-wheelers and horses, shot pistols, adored Gary's children and grandchildren. He'd hold the babies for hours.
One of Gary's sons has the middle name of James, after Jim. Uncle Jim would never call him Greg, but insisted on calling him "Jamie." Greg was presented with the flag that was on Jim's coffin. It was displayed in 2011 at his Eagle Scout ceremony.
He died of a stroke 9 days after his 90th birthday, falling far short of his goal of living to be 102.
Jim was always a special uncle and loved very much.
Jim was loved and made friends wherever he went. He would walk around large stores pushing a shopping cart for exercise in the winter. The staff there adored him and sometimes gave him Christmas gifts. He stayed at a nursing home a couple of times when Gary and his family went out of town for a week. The staff adored him and missed him when he left.
He will be missed as much as he was loved.
My Uncle Jim is my mother's older brother. He was born to Robert Alma and Mary Etta (Bradley) Nash about an hour after his twin brother, Robert Alma Nash, Jr. Jim was named after both of his grandfathers, James Nash and Robert Andrew "Andy" Bradley.
He has 7 younger brothers and sisters: Dan, Louise, Millie, Melvin, Wilma, Murlene, and Verla.
When Jim was a baby, he fell quite ill. The doctor came to their home, examined him, and told his parents "I wouldn't give you a nickel for his life." So sure was he that Jim wouldn't survive the hour that he went back to his office, filed the death certificate, and put an obituary in the newspaper. Jim had a copy of his obituary his entire life!
He grew up mostly in Utah. He would have graduated from high school, but the principal at the time refused to give him his diploma due to an overdue shop bill that his family couldn't afford to pay.
He served in the U.S. Army 1940-1943. During World War II, he was stationed in Panama and Pearl Harbor, Hawaii (after the bombing).
He married Helen Joyce Redfern on August 29, 1951 in Butte, Montana. She died of leukemia in 1960. They had no children together.
He later married Marjorie Joyce Morris on November 28, 1962 in Butte, Montana. She died of Alzheimer's Disease in 1995. They had no children.
He took care of both of his wives until they died. Only when it was causing serious health problems for him did he take his doctor's advice and place Aunt Margie in a nursing home. Yet, he visited her several times a day and fed her each meal when she could no longer do so herself.
Jim worked several jobs. He worked for the U.S. Park Service at Yellowstone National Park for many years. He was also a barber and a telegraph operator. He also worked for the Civilian Conservation Corps.
In 1959, while Jim was working at YNP, he and Helen suddenly decided to move their camp trailer to a different campground for no particular reason. The following night, the worst earthquake in Montana's history (7.5 on the Richter scale) hit and the mountain came down onto the campground they'd left from, killing 28 people.
Although he never had children of his own due to having been made sterile by the mumps, he was a favorite uncle for many of his nieces and nephews. He was a kid's uncle, always fun. My mother said that he was always like that. His twin brother, Bob, was the bossy one, but Jim was the fun one. During the Great Depression when money and toys were scarce, he'd craft toys for his younger siblings to play with and come up with fun games for them.
Jim was always very active. Well into his 80s, he went out dancing twice weekly, had a couple of girlfriends, and drove a red sports car.
He was always a miser, saving his money and living in economy apartments. While helping him move once, my brother and a cousin found literally thousands of dollars stuck inside the pages of magazines. When they asked him about it, he said "I don't trust banks."
Eventually, though, he was persuaded to put his money into a bank. He chose to put it into a trust for his younger siblings.
At weddings, you'd see Jim making his way through the reception fixing several plates of food and taking them to his car. Hey, free food was free food. But, it became a family joke.
The last year and a half of his life, he suffered from Alzheimer's Disease. When he no longer could care for himself, his favorite nephew and my brother, Gary Warner, moved him in with his family and took care of him.
There, Jim blossomed. He went to work with Gary (a contractor), rode four-wheelers and horses, shot pistols, adored Gary's children and grandchildren. He'd hold the babies for hours.
One of Gary's sons has the middle name of James, after Jim. Uncle Jim would never call him Greg, but insisted on calling him "Jamie." Greg was presented with the flag that was on Jim's coffin. It was displayed in 2011 at his Eagle Scout ceremony.
He died of a stroke 9 days after his 90th birthday, falling far short of his goal of living to be 102.
Jim was always a special uncle and loved very much.
Jim was loved and made friends wherever he went. He would walk around large stores pushing a shopping cart for exercise in the winter. The staff there adored him and sometimes gave him Christmas gifts. He stayed at a nursing home a couple of times when Gary and his family went out of town for a week. The staff adored him and missed him when he left.
He will be missed as much as he was loved.
He has 7 younger brothers and sisters: Dan, Louise, Millie, Melvin, Wilma, Murlene, and Verla.
When Jim was a baby, he fell quite ill. The doctor came to their home, examined him, and told his parents "I wouldn't give you a nickel for his life." So sure was he that Jim wouldn't survive the hour that he went back to his office, filed the death certificate, and put an obituary in the newspaper. Jim had a copy of his obituary his entire life!
He grew up mostly in Utah. He would have graduated from high school, but the principal at the time refused to give him his diploma due to an overdue shop bill that his family couldn't afford to pay.
He served in the U.S. Army 1940-1943. During World War II, he was stationed in Panama and Pearl Harbor, Hawaii (after the bombing).
He married Helen Joyce Redfern on August 29, 1951 in Butte, Montana. She died of leukemia in 1960. They had no children together.
He later married Marjorie Joyce Morris on November 28, 1962 in Butte, Montana. She died of Alzheimer's Disease in 1995. They had no children.
He took care of both of his wives until they died. Only when it was causing serious health problems for him did he take his doctor's advice and place Aunt Margie in a nursing home. Yet, he visited her several times a day and fed her each meal when she could no longer do so herself.
Jim worked several jobs. He worked for the U.S. Park Service at Yellowstone National Park for many years. He was also a barber and a telegraph operator. He also worked for the Civilian Conservation Corps.
In 1959, while Jim was working at YNP, he and Helen suddenly decided to move their camp trailer to a different campground for no particular reason. The following night, the worst earthquake in Montana's history (7.5 on the Richter scale) hit and the mountain came down onto the campground they'd left from, killing 28 people.
Although he never had children of his own due to having been made sterile by the mumps, he was a favorite uncle for many of his nieces and nephews. He was a kid's uncle, always fun. My mother said that he was always like that. His twin brother, Bob, was the bossy one, but Jim was the fun one. During the Great Depression when money and toys were scarce, he'd craft toys for his younger siblings to play with and come up with fun games for them.
Jim was always very active. Well into his 80s, he went out dancing twice weekly, had a couple of girlfriends, and drove a red sports car.
He was always a miser, saving his money and living in economy apartments. While helping him move once, my brother and a cousin found literally thousands of dollars stuck inside the pages of magazines. When they asked him about it, he said "I don't trust banks."
Eventually, though, he was persuaded to put his money into a bank. He chose to put it into a trust for his younger siblings.
At weddings, you'd see Jim making his way through the reception fixing several plates of food and taking them to his car. Hey, free food was free food. But, it became a family joke.
The last year and a half of his life, he suffered from Alzheimer's Disease. When he no longer could care for himself, his favorite nephew and my brother, Gary Warner, moved him in with his family and took care of him.
There, Jim blossomed. He went to work with Gary (a contractor), rode four-wheelers and horses, shot pistols, adored Gary's children and grandchildren. He'd hold the babies for hours.
One of Gary's sons has the middle name of James, after Jim. Uncle Jim would never call him Greg, but insisted on calling him "Jamie." Greg was presented with the flag that was on Jim's coffin. It was displayed in 2011 at his Eagle Scout ceremony.
He died of a stroke 9 days after his 90th birthday, falling far short of his goal of living to be 102.
Jim was always a special uncle and loved very much.
Jim was loved and made friends wherever he went. He would walk around large stores pushing a shopping cart for exercise in the winter. The staff there adored him and sometimes gave him Christmas gifts. He stayed at a nursing home a couple of times when Gary and his family went out of town for a week. The staff adored him and missed him when he left.
He will be missed as much as he was loved.
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