In Memory

Jim Webb

Jim Webb



 
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03/29/14 09:21 AM #1    

Kristine M. Stephens (Gonzalez)

Jim was a dear friend to me thru out our turbulent high school years and later in our somewhat adult life!

It is still hard for me to think of his dying so young and needlessly. He would have been the person I turn to for times of trouble and times of joy. He did meet my two girls and they remember him to this day. I know he would have been" Uncle Jim" in our family and my friend for life. Witty, smart, and compassionate, talented, and loyal. He was one of the best friends I ever will have. His picture is still in my kitchen and I miss him today.


03/29/14 11:26 AM #2    

Carol A. Johnsen

How did Jim die...and when?  I remember him fondly, too.  I wish these memorial pages had more info about the "when"s and "why"s of how our classmates died.


03/30/14 08:21 AM #3    

Curt J. Wellumson

In the fall of 63 - Senior year, Jim invited me to his house for a "Hi-B" party. Hi-B was a drinking club. Someone gave me a fifth of something (clear-maybe gin or vodka) and said: "Drink it all"

I woke up arouund 7 a.m. in my car in a corn field in Eden Prairie somewhere, drove home, made up some kind of story then went to school. 1st hangover & last Hi-B party  !!

Rest in peace Jim. Thanks for the memories.

 


03/30/14 10:51 AM #4    

Margie S. Tudor (Thompson)

I knew Jim since we were young.  He was such a wonderful, fun, and thoughtful person.  And he was just full of life.  When he passed I was very sad.   He had a lot more to give and do in his life.


04/22/14 05:59 PM #5    

Mary Ann Nord

Jim and I were classmates from our days as four-year-olds at Mrs. Solie’s Nursery School. He and I made quite the odd couple in 1950 as we marched together in the school’s annual Dress-Up Day parade – me costumed as Little Bo Peep and Jim as . . . hmmmm . . . a proper lady in oversized white gloves, handbag and hat. Really — it’s there, in living color, in those hard-to-live-down Nord home movies (see my memories of neighbor Chuck Bredesen). After high school, Jim and I didn’t see each other often. But on those rare occasions when we did meet, the years melted away. Such was the case at our 25th high school reunion in 1989, when he flew in from California. How glad I -- and everyone else -- was to see him! We met for lunch the next week for some real conversation and soul-bearing – about my marriage and divorce, about our fathers’ early deaths, about his HIV diagnosis. Over the next several years we corresponded occasionally, exchanging Christmas cards and photos. Sadly, the next time our paths crossed was at his memorial service in Minneapolis. I miss him still.


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