James Weyers Allen was born July 27, 1935 in his family’s farmhouse near Crab Orchard, Nebraska. He was the eldest son of James Havill Allen and Esther Maria Lilly (Weyers) Allen. He is part of an 11-generation line of Allens who claimed America as their home, beginning with James and Ann (Guild) Allen of Dedham, Massachusetts.
Jim was born during the Great Depression. As he approached school age, the family moved to a farm South of Lincoln in pursuit of better opportunities. It was here that his character was formed -- a character of self-reliance, integrity, devotion to God and family, hard work, order and stability; a character of doing things right the first time and of keeping your word when given.
Each day he had animals to tend and chores to do. He attended a country schoolhouse about 2-1/2 miles away from the family farm. He would hurry home from school to tune in “Hop Harrigan, Ace of the Airways” and “Captain Midnight” among others. Roy Rogers and later, Matt Helm, also were favorite characters.
He attended the country schoolhouse on Rokeby Road, Lincoln Lutheran, Lincoln High School (class of 1954), and National Business Institute, from which he received an accounting certification. He became a Certified Public Accountant, and his fingers moved with the speed of lightning over the ten-key adding machine.
While living on the farm, he’d toss a baseball and hit it out into the pasture, go to where the ball landed, and hit it in another direction. He was a devotee of Charles Atlas and subscriber to his mail order body building course. In the late 1940s and 1950s, he followed Rocky Marciano and the other boxers of the day. He participated in his business school bowling team and would golf some weekends in the 1960s, but determined that golf consumed more time away from his duties at home than he was willing to give it. He excelled at racquetball in the 1970s and 1980s. In later years he loved to watch Phil Mikkelson and others on the PGA tour.
He had two brothers and one sister: Terry (who died in early childhood), Dick and Carolyn. Growing up, he and his brother Dick shared a room together and later they worked together on numerous projects, one of the more significant being their construction of the house in which Jim, Ann and the boys lived for nearly 25 years. After a full day at work each day, Jim and Dick changed clothes and worked the night shift on this project (all day on weekends). This went on for over a year and, with a few exceptions (plumbing, heating/AC, drywall, etc.), they did it all.
In his teens, Jim worked in a number of jobs, including farm labor work, construction, roof work and a worker in the blood room of the American Stores slaughter facility (ugh). His work ethic was already clearly defined in his early years; he was ready to take on work and glad to have it. On one occasion he noticed a construction crew at a jobsite and, anxious to work, approached the foreman. The foreman put him to work immediately (not next week, or when you are ready, but right then and there).
Work for Jim also had its rewards. As an usher at the Varsity Theater he met his wife-to-be, Ann Warren. They were married on February 15, 1957 and would spend the next 58+ years together. Jim and Ann started their lives together in Omaha, where their first son was born, and then moved Lincoln where three more sons were born.
Jim joined Campbell Soup Company in 1965, which took the family first to Omaha and then to Napoleon, Ohio. There he was Accounts Payable Manager at the huge (3,500 employee) Campbell Soup plant. In 1970 his friend, Bernie Kouma, persuaded Jim and Ann to return to Nebraska, where Jim initially served as General Accountant for Norden Laboratories before commencing his own certified public accounting practice.
Jim was proud of his four sons - Jim, Joe, Jon and Jeff. Our “Pater” did his best to instill in us the character attributes we all know in him. He taught by example, and provided regular, seemingly never ending, opportunities for yard work, washing of cars, oil changes, etc. We nevertheless had ample time to pursue our own sports, music and other interests and, in comparison to the work he did, had no basis for complaint.
The family took regular vacation trips to destinations that included the Ozarks, Spirit Lake, the Florida panhandle, the Smoky Mountains, the Black Hills, Yellowstone, the Texas coast, the Colorado Rockies and California. The family of six (and the dog, Mitzi) would pile into the station wagon, which Dad packed with precision, and would drive to the day’s destination. Mom would move to the backseat and make lunches for us was we continued down the road (in the absence of picturesque roadside picnic area). We had a good time on these trips. With the boys grown, Jim and Ann saw more of the country, including Alaska, as well as England and China.
Jim could fix anything, including cars, washing machines, kitchen dispose-all/insinkerators etc. Only reluctantly would he call a professional repairman. As a learning experience for one of the boys, he did a complete overhaul of a 1964 Olds F-85 and restorations of a 1964 Corvair convertible, 1979 Triumph Spitfire, a Huffman scooter, etc. He built a muzzle loading Hawkin rifle that hangs above the mantle at home.
His struggle with Parkinson’s certainly was not a struggle he sought, but it was one he bore without complaint. Thanks to the constant attention and care of his wife, Ann, he was able to remain at home until the very last (when it simply became physically impossible for Ann to serve as the primary caregiver). The weekend before he left this world, he enjoyed the day with all four sons and three of his grandchildren. It was a wonderful day at the culmination of a wonderful life. Jim had not wanted to be a burden and was concerned as to the impact the cost of his care may have on Ann’s financial security. He was not a burden and ensured that Ann would be provided for. Within minutes of arriving at a facility for his care, he passed away. The CPA in him was smiling at the check returned uncashed.
Jim’s faith was strong and he was convinced that neither death, nor life, nor anything else could separate him from the love of God. The Lord took his servant Jim Allen in a most gentle fashion and at a time that likely was pleasing to them both.
He and his wife, Darlene Ann (Warren) Allen, had four children: James Warren Allen, Joseph Todd Allen, Jonathan David Allen and Jeffrey Scott Allen. Their grandchildren are Dr. James Eric Allen, Laura Elizabeth Allen, Joseph Christopher Allen and Joshua Thomas Allen.
Jim was born during the Great Depression. As he approached school age, the family moved to a farm South of Lincoln in pursuit of better opportunities. It was here that his character was formed -- a character of self-reliance, integrity, devotion to God and family, hard work, order and stability; a character of doing things right the first time and of keeping your word when given.
Each day he had animals to tend and chores to do. He attended a country schoolhouse about 2-1/2 miles away from the family farm. He would hurry home from school to tune in “Hop Harrigan, Ace of the Airways” and “Captain Midnight” among others. Roy Rogers and later, Matt Helm, also were favorite characters.
He attended the country schoolhouse on Rokeby Road, Lincoln Lutheran, Lincoln High School (class of 1954), and National Business Institute, from which he received an accounting certification. He became a Certified Public Accountant, and his fingers moved with the speed of lightning over the ten-key adding machine.
While living on the farm, he’d toss a baseball and hit it out into the pasture, go to where the ball landed, and hit it in another direction. He was a devotee of Charles Atlas and subscriber to his mail order body building course. In the late 1940s and 1950s, he followed Rocky Marciano and the other boxers of the day. He participated in his business school bowling team and would golf some weekends in the 1960s, but determined that golf consumed more time away from his duties at home than he was willing to give it. He excelled at racquetball in the 1970s and 1980s. In later years he loved to watch Phil Mikkelson and others on the PGA tour.
He had two brothers and one sister: Terry (who died in early childhood), Dick and Carolyn. Growing up, he and his brother Dick shared a room together and later they worked together on numerous projects, one of the more significant being their construction of the house in which Jim, Ann and the boys lived for nearly 25 years. After a full day at work each day, Jim and Dick changed clothes and worked the night shift on this project (all day on weekends). This went on for over a year and, with a few exceptions (plumbing, heating/AC, drywall, etc.), they did it all.
In his teens, Jim worked in a number of jobs, including farm labor work, construction, roof work and a worker in the blood room of the American Stores slaughter facility (ugh). His work ethic was already clearly defined in his early years; he was ready to take on work and glad to have it. On one occasion he noticed a construction crew at a jobsite and, anxious to work, approached the foreman. The foreman put him to work immediately (not next week, or when you are ready, but right then and there).
Work for Jim also had its rewards. As an usher at the Varsity Theater he met his wife-to-be, Ann Warren. They were married on February 15, 1957 and would spend the next 58+ years together. Jim and Ann started their lives together in Omaha, where their first son was born, and then moved Lincoln where three more sons were born.
Jim joined Campbell Soup Company in 1965, which took the family first to Omaha and then to Napoleon, Ohio. There he was Accounts Payable Manager at the huge (3,500 employee) Campbell Soup plant. In 1970 his friend, Bernie Kouma, persuaded Jim and Ann to return to Nebraska, where Jim initially served as General Accountant for Norden Laboratories before commencing his own certified public accounting practice.
Jim was proud of his four sons - Jim, Joe, Jon and Jeff. Our “Pater” did his best to instill in us the character attributes we all know in him. He taught by example, and provided regular, seemingly never ending, opportunities for yard work, washing of cars, oil changes, etc. We nevertheless had ample time to pursue our own sports, music and other interests and, in comparison to the work he did, had no basis for complaint.
The family took regular vacation trips to destinations that included the Ozarks, Spirit Lake, the Florida panhandle, the Smoky Mountains, the Black Hills, Yellowstone, the Texas coast, the Colorado Rockies and California. The family of six (and the dog, Mitzi) would pile into the station wagon, which Dad packed with precision, and would drive to the day’s destination. Mom would move to the backseat and make lunches for us was we continued down the road (in the absence of picturesque roadside picnic area). We had a good time on these trips. With the boys grown, Jim and Ann saw more of the country, including Alaska, as well as England and China.
Jim could fix anything, including cars, washing machines, kitchen dispose-all/insinkerators etc. Only reluctantly would he call a professional repairman. As a learning experience for one of the boys, he did a complete overhaul of a 1964 Olds F-85 and restorations of a 1964 Corvair convertible, 1979 Triumph Spitfire, a Huffman scooter, etc. He built a muzzle loading Hawkin rifle that hangs above the mantle at home.
His struggle with Parkinson’s certainly was not a struggle he sought, but it was one he bore without complaint. Thanks to the constant attention and care of his wife, Ann, he was able to remain at home until the very last (when it simply became physically impossible for Ann to serve as the primary caregiver). The weekend before he left this world, he enjoyed the day with all four sons and three of his grandchildren. It was a wonderful day at the culmination of a wonderful life. Jim had not wanted to be a burden and was concerned as to the impact the cost of his care may have on Ann’s financial security. He was not a burden and ensured that Ann would be provided for. Within minutes of arriving at a facility for his care, he passed away. The CPA in him was smiling at the check returned uncashed.
Jim’s faith was strong and he was convinced that neither death, nor life, nor anything else could separate him from the love of God. The Lord took his servant Jim Allen in a most gentle fashion and at a time that likely was pleasing to them both.
He and his wife, Darlene Ann (Warren) Allen, had four children: James Warren Allen, Joseph Todd Allen, Jonathan David Allen and Jeffrey Scott Allen. Their grandchildren are Dr. James Eric Allen, Laura Elizabeth Allen, Joseph Christopher Allen and Joshua Thomas Allen.
James Weyers Allen was born July 27, 1935 in his family’s farmhouse near Crab Orchard, Nebraska. He was the eldest son of James Havill Allen and Esther Maria Lilly (Weyers) Allen. He is part of an 11-generation line of Allens who claimed America as their home, beginning with James and Ann (Guild) Allen of Dedham, Massachusetts.
Jim was born during the Great Depression. As he approached school age, the family moved to a farm South of Lincoln in pursuit of better opportunities. It was here that his character was formed -- a character of self-reliance, integrity, devotion to God and family, hard work, order and stability; a character of doing things right the first time and of keeping your word when given.
Each day he had animals to tend and chores to do. He attended a country schoolhouse about 2-1/2 miles away from the family farm. He would hurry home from school to tune in “Hop Harrigan, Ace of the Airways” and “Captain Midnight” among others. Roy Rogers and later, Matt Helm, also were favorite characters.
He attended the country schoolhouse on Rokeby Road, Lincoln Lutheran, Lincoln High School (class of 1954), and National Business Institute, from which he received an accounting certification. He became a Certified Public Accountant, and his fingers moved with the speed of lightning over the ten-key adding machine.
While living on the farm, he’d toss a baseball and hit it out into the pasture, go to where the ball landed, and hit it in another direction. He was a devotee of Charles Atlas and subscriber to his mail order body building course. In the late 1940s and 1950s, he followed Rocky Marciano and the other boxers of the day. He participated in his business school bowling team and would golf some weekends in the 1960s, but determined that golf consumed more time away from his duties at home than he was willing to give it. He excelled at racquetball in the 1970s and 1980s. In later years he loved to watch Phil Mikkelson and others on the PGA tour.
He had two brothers and one sister: Terry (who died in early childhood), Dick and Carolyn. Growing up, he and his brother Dick shared a room together and later they worked together on numerous projects, one of the more significant being their construction of the house in which Jim, Ann and the boys lived for nearly 25 years. After a full day at work each day, Jim and Dick changed clothes and worked the night shift on this project (all day on weekends). This went on for over a year and, with a few exceptions (plumbing, heating/AC, drywall, etc.), they did it all.
In his teens, Jim worked in a number of jobs, including farm labor work, construction, roof work and a worker in the blood room of the American Stores slaughter facility (ugh). His work ethic was already clearly defined in his early years; he was ready to take on work and glad to have it. On one occasion he noticed a construction crew at a jobsite and, anxious to work, approached the foreman. The foreman put him to work immediately (not next week, or when you are ready, but right then and there).
Work for Jim also had its rewards. As an usher at the Varsity Theater he met his wife-to-be, Ann Warren. They were married on February 15, 1957 and would spend the next 58+ years together. Jim and Ann started their lives together in Omaha, where their first son was born, and then moved Lincoln where three more sons were born.
Jim joined Campbell Soup Company in 1965, which took the family first to Omaha and then to Napoleon, Ohio. There he was Accounts Payable Manager at the huge (3,500 employee) Campbell Soup plant. In 1970 his friend, Bernie Kouma, persuaded Jim and Ann to return to Nebraska, where Jim initially served as General Accountant for Norden Laboratories before commencing his own certified public accounting practice.
Jim was proud of his four sons - Jim, Joe, Jon and Jeff. Our “Pater” did his best to instill in us the character attributes we all know in him. He taught by example, and provided regular, seemingly never ending, opportunities for yard work, washing of cars, oil changes, etc. We nevertheless had ample time to pursue our own sports, music and other interests and, in comparison to the work he did, had no basis for complaint.
The family took regular vacation trips to destinations that included the Ozarks, Spirit Lake, the Florida panhandle, the Smoky Mountains, the Black Hills, Yellowstone, the Texas coast, the Colorado Rockies and California. The family of six (and the dog, Mitzi) would pile into the station wagon, which Dad packed with precision, and would drive to the day’s destination. Mom would move to the backseat and make lunches for us was we continued down the road (in the absence of picturesque roadside picnic area). We had a good time on these trips. With the boys grown, Jim and Ann saw more of the country, including Alaska, as well as England and China.
Jim could fix anything, including cars, washing machines, kitchen dispose-all/insinkerators etc. Only reluctantly would he call a professional repairman. As a learning experience for one of the boys, he did a complete overhaul of a 1964 Olds F-85 and restorations of a 1964 Corvair convertible, 1979 Triumph Spitfire, a Huffman scooter, etc. He built a muzzle loading Hawkin rifle that hangs above the mantle at home.
His struggle with Parkinson’s certainly was not a struggle he sought, but it was one he bore without complaint. Thanks to the constant attention and care of his wife, Ann, he was able to remain at home until the very last (when it simply became physically impossible for Ann to serve as the primary caregiver). The weekend before he left this world, he enjoyed the day with all four sons and three of his grandchildren. It was a wonderful day at the culmination of a wonderful life. Jim had not wanted to be a burden and was concerned as to the impact the cost of his care may have on Ann’s financial security. He was not a burden and ensured that Ann would be provided for. Within minutes of arriving at a facility for his care, he passed away. The CPA in him was smiling at the check returned uncashed.
Jim’s faith was strong and he was convinced that neither death, nor life, nor anything else could separate him from the love of God. The Lord took his servant Jim Allen in a most gentle fashion and at a time that likely was pleasing to them both.
He and his wife, Darlene Ann (Warren) Allen, had four children: James Warren Allen, Joseph Todd Allen, Jonathan David Allen and Jeffrey Scott Allen. Their grandchildren are Dr. James Eric Allen, Laura Elizabeth Allen, Joseph Christopher Allen and Joshua Thomas Allen.
Jim was born during the Great Depression. As he approached school age, the family moved to a farm South of Lincoln in pursuit of better opportunities. It was here that his character was formed -- a character of self-reliance, integrity, devotion to God and family, hard work, order and stability; a character of doing things right the first time and of keeping your word when given.
Each day he had animals to tend and chores to do. He attended a country schoolhouse about 2-1/2 miles away from the family farm. He would hurry home from school to tune in “Hop Harrigan, Ace of the Airways” and “Captain Midnight” among others. Roy Rogers and later, Matt Helm, also were favorite characters.
He attended the country schoolhouse on Rokeby Road, Lincoln Lutheran, Lincoln High School (class of 1954), and National Business Institute, from which he received an accounting certification. He became a Certified Public Accountant, and his fingers moved with the speed of lightning over the ten-key adding machine.
While living on the farm, he’d toss a baseball and hit it out into the pasture, go to where the ball landed, and hit it in another direction. He was a devotee of Charles Atlas and subscriber to his mail order body building course. In the late 1940s and 1950s, he followed Rocky Marciano and the other boxers of the day. He participated in his business school bowling team and would golf some weekends in the 1960s, but determined that golf consumed more time away from his duties at home than he was willing to give it. He excelled at racquetball in the 1970s and 1980s. In later years he loved to watch Phil Mikkelson and others on the PGA tour.
He had two brothers and one sister: Terry (who died in early childhood), Dick and Carolyn. Growing up, he and his brother Dick shared a room together and later they worked together on numerous projects, one of the more significant being their construction of the house in which Jim, Ann and the boys lived for nearly 25 years. After a full day at work each day, Jim and Dick changed clothes and worked the night shift on this project (all day on weekends). This went on for over a year and, with a few exceptions (plumbing, heating/AC, drywall, etc.), they did it all.
In his teens, Jim worked in a number of jobs, including farm labor work, construction, roof work and a worker in the blood room of the American Stores slaughter facility (ugh). His work ethic was already clearly defined in his early years; he was ready to take on work and glad to have it. On one occasion he noticed a construction crew at a jobsite and, anxious to work, approached the foreman. The foreman put him to work immediately (not next week, or when you are ready, but right then and there).
Work for Jim also had its rewards. As an usher at the Varsity Theater he met his wife-to-be, Ann Warren. They were married on February 15, 1957 and would spend the next 58+ years together. Jim and Ann started their lives together in Omaha, where their first son was born, and then moved Lincoln where three more sons were born.
Jim joined Campbell Soup Company in 1965, which took the family first to Omaha and then to Napoleon, Ohio. There he was Accounts Payable Manager at the huge (3,500 employee) Campbell Soup plant. In 1970 his friend, Bernie Kouma, persuaded Jim and Ann to return to Nebraska, where Jim initially served as General Accountant for Norden Laboratories before commencing his own certified public accounting practice.
Jim was proud of his four sons - Jim, Joe, Jon and Jeff. Our “Pater” did his best to instill in us the character attributes we all know in him. He taught by example, and provided regular, seemingly never ending, opportunities for yard work, washing of cars, oil changes, etc. We nevertheless had ample time to pursue our own sports, music and other interests and, in comparison to the work he did, had no basis for complaint.
The family took regular vacation trips to destinations that included the Ozarks, Spirit Lake, the Florida panhandle, the Smoky Mountains, the Black Hills, Yellowstone, the Texas coast, the Colorado Rockies and California. The family of six (and the dog, Mitzi) would pile into the station wagon, which Dad packed with precision, and would drive to the day’s destination. Mom would move to the backseat and make lunches for us was we continued down the road (in the absence of picturesque roadside picnic area). We had a good time on these trips. With the boys grown, Jim and Ann saw more of the country, including Alaska, as well as England and China.
Jim could fix anything, including cars, washing machines, kitchen dispose-all/insinkerators etc. Only reluctantly would he call a professional repairman. As a learning experience for one of the boys, he did a complete overhaul of a 1964 Olds F-85 and restorations of a 1964 Corvair convertible, 1979 Triumph Spitfire, a Huffman scooter, etc. He built a muzzle loading Hawkin rifle that hangs above the mantle at home.
His struggle with Parkinson’s certainly was not a struggle he sought, but it was one he bore without complaint. Thanks to the constant attention and care of his wife, Ann, he was able to remain at home until the very last (when it simply became physically impossible for Ann to serve as the primary caregiver). The weekend before he left this world, he enjoyed the day with all four sons and three of his grandchildren. It was a wonderful day at the culmination of a wonderful life. Jim had not wanted to be a burden and was concerned as to the impact the cost of his care may have on Ann’s financial security. He was not a burden and ensured that Ann would be provided for. Within minutes of arriving at a facility for his care, he passed away. The CPA in him was smiling at the check returned uncashed.
Jim’s faith was strong and he was convinced that neither death, nor life, nor anything else could separate him from the love of God. The Lord took his servant Jim Allen in a most gentle fashion and at a time that likely was pleasing to them both.
He and his wife, Darlene Ann (Warren) Allen, had four children: James Warren Allen, Joseph Todd Allen, Jonathan David Allen and Jeffrey Scott Allen. Their grandchildren are Dr. James Eric Allen, Laura Elizabeth Allen, Joseph Christopher Allen and Joshua Thomas Allen.
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