I have put away mv riding lawn mower, shovel, garden hose, and my green thumb is no more. I passed away on Saturday, Feb. 8, 2020 at New Friend Memorial and Residential Care in Florence, at the ripe old age of 88. I was surrounded by my loving family, daughters, son, grandkids, great-grandkids, great-great-grandkids. If you count that up, there was 5 generations at my beside.
I was born in Klamath Falls on March 19, 1931, not in a hospital, but in a logging Camp on Yamsay Mountain. This made it quite an ordeal to get a birth certificate. I drifted through the Klamath Falls public school system to only leave at age 17 to join the Navy. I was a naval veteran of the Korea War, having served July 08, 1948 to June 27,1952 with overseas duties in Japan.
I was a ship tender and attained the rank of Boatswain. I received the Korean Service Ribbon, Navy Occupation Service Medal and United States Service Medal. I was recommended for another tour, which I promptly said, "NO! I had enough of that."
I came home to follow in my father's footsteps of being a logger. I had many different positions in logging and one almost killed me. A choker slipped off a log and swung up and hit me square in the jaw, shattering all the bones. I spent many nights in the hospital. I came home with my jaw wired shut which was the quietest time ever for my wife.
I took pride in my job and received several letters of recognition for outstanding work done from the Forest Service. I always insisted that the Forest Service didn't know $&*!. No love loss between this old logger and that government agency.
I finished up my logging career piling brush and eventually could no longer take the beating of the skidder, D8 Caterpillar. My back and hips couldn't take the constant beating, so I entered retirement. Retirement wasn't always easy for me. However, it gave me more time for my other passions, hunting, fishing, and landscaping. Ha, landscaper of sorts.
I tended to overwater and fertilize everything. I lost many a tree, killed mom's flowers, and pulled established flowers up to plant ugly wildflowers. My kids all said they looked like weeds. I was most proud of my lawn that never had a weed in sight. It was the greenest and best-groomed lawn in Lakeview. Many people admired my lawn for sure.
My wife of 64 years became ill and we moved to Florence where my son resided. This is where we resided for the remaining of our days but will always call Lakeview our home. I missed my home and yard in Lakeview.
Per my request, some of my remains will be laid next to my lovely wife, Louise James and son, Ricky
James. The remaining of my ashes will be set free to wander in the wind on a mountain top.
I was preceded in death by: my wife, Elizabeth Louise James; father, William James ; mother, Agnes Daly; son, Ricky Dean James,; six brothers; four sisters. It will be a big family reunion in the sky.
Everyone who remembers Dean is asked to celebrate his life in their own way.
Graveside services with Military Honors, provided by the Navy and VFW Post 4070, Saturday
March 21, 2020 at 1:00 p.m., Sunset Park Cemetery, Lakeview followed by a reception at Green Mt. Bakery, 425 North J St., Lakeview to share memories and stories of our beloved friend, father, grandpa, great-grandpa, great-great-grandpa, Dean E. James. Raising a glass of their favorite drink in his memory would be quite appropriate.
Instead of flowers, Dean would like donations made to VFW Lakeview Local Chapter Post 4070, PO Box 134, Lakeview, OR 97630 in his memory.