Jamie was the eighth child born of nine to Albert Ross Jameson and Eda Jackson in New Albany, Wilson County, Kansas. His father was a farmer and bootlegger and his mother was a homemaker. He had a very difficult life growing up as his father died when he was 6 and his mother died 2 years later. He, younger brother "Bus" and sister Grace ended up being separated and living with older siblings that already had their own children - in fact Jamie was an uncle 3 times before he was born. When he was 16 years old, he joined the Civilian Conservation Camps where he planted trees in the Colorado Rocky Mountains, specifically, the Glenwood Springs area.
One Sunday in April 1939, he and his friend were up on Lookout Mtn in Golden, CO, where they came upon a couple of "goodlookin girls". Both couples began to double date, one thing lead to another and after a whirlwind courtship (three months) Jamie and Aggie were married on August 12, 1939 in Castle Rock, CO. Aggie said that they were so broke when they got married that they had to "split a hamburger" on their wedding night. Together they had three children, 8 grandchildren, 8 great grandchildren.
Jamie then enlisted with the Merchant Marines during WWII (the second picture of this memorial is Jamie's ID photo on his Merchant Marine Badge - he was happy that he had his picture taken before they shaved his hair off). Upon returning, he worked as a truck driver for Golden Bear, Digby and Rio Grande Motor Way. He was a member of the Teamster's Union for over 40 years until his death. He was always proud of the fact that "he never got a ticket and won safe driving awards for 38 years in a row". In fact, he would say "I forgot more about driving than most people will ever learn".
Jamie loved to fish and hunt deer and elk - he never missed hunting season. Jamie was a very proud man, "one of kind", had a wonderful sense of humor and quick wit, like one time when he came over for supper, we finished eating, he asked for a toothpick - when I turned around, Jamie had removed his upper denture, pretended to pick it and said, "it's easier to get the food out of your teeth when you can see it". Another story - he went to a friend's home and his wife always made strong coffee, so one time he cut the end of a spoon off and when she gave him coffee, he pulled his sawed off spoon out of his pocket, put it in the cup and began to stir - when his friend's wife sat down, he pulled the spoon out and said, "I told you this coffee was strong". He would tell the funniest stories of things he had seen, heard or done - never a dull moment. He was generous, had a big heart, would drop everything to help you "after I have a cup of coffee".
Jamie died on Aggie's birthday August 3, 2000 in her arms just 9 days shy of their 62nd wedding anniversary. Jamie was the rock of our family and life without him has never been the same and he is thoroughly missed. He left us to mourn the irreparable loss caused by the removal of one so loved in the home which he cherished with such tender affections. May God grant him eternal rest and may heaven's brightest angels chant for him a hymn of welcome into the portals of everlasting joy.
One Sunday in April 1939, he and his friend were up on Lookout Mtn in Golden, CO, where they came upon a couple of "goodlookin girls". Both couples began to double date, one thing lead to another and after a whirlwind courtship (three months) Jamie and Aggie were married on August 12, 1939 in Castle Rock, CO. Aggie said that they were so broke when they got married that they had to "split a hamburger" on their wedding night. Together they had three children, 8 grandchildren, 8 great grandchildren.
Jamie then enlisted with the Merchant Marines during WWII (the second picture of this memorial is Jamie's ID photo on his Merchant Marine Badge - he was happy that he had his picture taken before they shaved his hair off). Upon returning, he worked as a truck driver for Golden Bear, Digby and Rio Grande Motor Way. He was a member of the Teamster's Union for over 40 years until his death. He was always proud of the fact that "he never got a ticket and won safe driving awards for 38 years in a row". In fact, he would say "I forgot more about driving than most people will ever learn".
Jamie loved to fish and hunt deer and elk - he never missed hunting season. Jamie was a very proud man, "one of kind", had a wonderful sense of humor and quick wit, like one time when he came over for supper, we finished eating, he asked for a toothpick - when I turned around, Jamie had removed his upper denture, pretended to pick it and said, "it's easier to get the food out of your teeth when you can see it". Another story - he went to a friend's home and his wife always made strong coffee, so one time he cut the end of a spoon off and when she gave him coffee, he pulled his sawed off spoon out of his pocket, put it in the cup and began to stir - when his friend's wife sat down, he pulled the spoon out and said, "I told you this coffee was strong". He would tell the funniest stories of things he had seen, heard or done - never a dull moment. He was generous, had a big heart, would drop everything to help you "after I have a cup of coffee".
Jamie died on Aggie's birthday August 3, 2000 in her arms just 9 days shy of their 62nd wedding anniversary. Jamie was the rock of our family and life without him has never been the same and he is thoroughly missed. He left us to mourn the irreparable loss caused by the removal of one so loved in the home which he cherished with such tender affections. May God grant him eternal rest and may heaven's brightest angels chant for him a hymn of welcome into the portals of everlasting joy.
Jamie was the eighth child born of nine to Albert Ross Jameson and Eda Jackson in New Albany, Wilson County, Kansas. His father was a farmer and bootlegger and his mother was a homemaker. He had a very difficult life growing up as his father died when he was 6 and his mother died 2 years later. He, younger brother "Bus" and sister Grace ended up being separated and living with older siblings that already had their own children - in fact Jamie was an uncle 3 times before he was born. When he was 16 years old, he joined the Civilian Conservation Camps where he planted trees in the Colorado Rocky Mountains, specifically, the Glenwood Springs area.
One Sunday in April 1939, he and his friend were up on Lookout Mtn in Golden, CO, where they came upon a couple of "goodlookin girls". Both couples began to double date, one thing lead to another and after a whirlwind courtship (three months) Jamie and Aggie were married on August 12, 1939 in Castle Rock, CO. Aggie said that they were so broke when they got married that they had to "split a hamburger" on their wedding night. Together they had three children, 8 grandchildren, 8 great grandchildren.
Jamie then enlisted with the Merchant Marines during WWII (the second picture of this memorial is Jamie's ID photo on his Merchant Marine Badge - he was happy that he had his picture taken before they shaved his hair off). Upon returning, he worked as a truck driver for Golden Bear, Digby and Rio Grande Motor Way. He was a member of the Teamster's Union for over 40 years until his death. He was always proud of the fact that "he never got a ticket and won safe driving awards for 38 years in a row". In fact, he would say "I forgot more about driving than most people will ever learn".
Jamie loved to fish and hunt deer and elk - he never missed hunting season. Jamie was a very proud man, "one of kind", had a wonderful sense of humor and quick wit, like one time when he came over for supper, we finished eating, he asked for a toothpick - when I turned around, Jamie had removed his upper denture, pretended to pick it and said, "it's easier to get the food out of your teeth when you can see it". Another story - he went to a friend's home and his wife always made strong coffee, so one time he cut the end of a spoon off and when she gave him coffee, he pulled his sawed off spoon out of his pocket, put it in the cup and began to stir - when his friend's wife sat down, he pulled the spoon out and said, "I told you this coffee was strong". He would tell the funniest stories of things he had seen, heard or done - never a dull moment. He was generous, had a big heart, would drop everything to help you "after I have a cup of coffee".
Jamie died on Aggie's birthday August 3, 2000 in her arms just 9 days shy of their 62nd wedding anniversary. Jamie was the rock of our family and life without him has never been the same and he is thoroughly missed. He left us to mourn the irreparable loss caused by the removal of one so loved in the home which he cherished with such tender affections. May God grant him eternal rest and may heaven's brightest angels chant for him a hymn of welcome into the portals of everlasting joy.
One Sunday in April 1939, he and his friend were up on Lookout Mtn in Golden, CO, where they came upon a couple of "goodlookin girls". Both couples began to double date, one thing lead to another and after a whirlwind courtship (three months) Jamie and Aggie were married on August 12, 1939 in Castle Rock, CO. Aggie said that they were so broke when they got married that they had to "split a hamburger" on their wedding night. Together they had three children, 8 grandchildren, 8 great grandchildren.
Jamie then enlisted with the Merchant Marines during WWII (the second picture of this memorial is Jamie's ID photo on his Merchant Marine Badge - he was happy that he had his picture taken before they shaved his hair off). Upon returning, he worked as a truck driver for Golden Bear, Digby and Rio Grande Motor Way. He was a member of the Teamster's Union for over 40 years until his death. He was always proud of the fact that "he never got a ticket and won safe driving awards for 38 years in a row". In fact, he would say "I forgot more about driving than most people will ever learn".
Jamie loved to fish and hunt deer and elk - he never missed hunting season. Jamie was a very proud man, "one of kind", had a wonderful sense of humor and quick wit, like one time when he came over for supper, we finished eating, he asked for a toothpick - when I turned around, Jamie had removed his upper denture, pretended to pick it and said, "it's easier to get the food out of your teeth when you can see it". Another story - he went to a friend's home and his wife always made strong coffee, so one time he cut the end of a spoon off and when she gave him coffee, he pulled his sawed off spoon out of his pocket, put it in the cup and began to stir - when his friend's wife sat down, he pulled the spoon out and said, "I told you this coffee was strong". He would tell the funniest stories of things he had seen, heard or done - never a dull moment. He was generous, had a big heart, would drop everything to help you "after I have a cup of coffee".
Jamie died on Aggie's birthday August 3, 2000 in her arms just 9 days shy of their 62nd wedding anniversary. Jamie was the rock of our family and life without him has never been the same and he is thoroughly missed. He left us to mourn the irreparable loss caused by the removal of one so loved in the home which he cherished with such tender affections. May God grant him eternal rest and may heaven's brightest angels chant for him a hymn of welcome into the portals of everlasting joy.
