Jim and I grew up together. He lived on Kessler and I lived on Woods Blvd. Many Autumn days were spent playing football in the field that buffered the Woods Blvd homes from the St. Thomas Orphanage. Baseball in the summer. Jim and I both got called into the Principal's office at Merle Beattie because we were the leaders of the "Yankee's" and the "Rebel's" and the playground rough-housing was getting too rough for the school folks. We got along great. Jim had a good sense of humor. God Bless him. Peace. Scott
I have a photo of my 6th birthday party, and Jim is in that picture. I knew him as far back as kindergarten at Merle Beattie Elementary School. I can remember playing football with Jim, Scott Colborn, and Pat Fisher on the field that Scott described next to the orphanage. As we got older we weren't as close as we were as little kids, which, on reflection, was a real shame.
I remember well the day I learned that Jim died in a plane crash just outside of New Orleans; on approach to New Orleans' Lakefront Airport, the aircraft went into Lake Ponchartrain and sunk into the muddy bottom. My recollection is that the plane was never recovered.
As a young man I got to know Jim's father, Marvin, who owned a small engineering practice that bore his name. Jim's untimely death was a crushing blow to Marvin, and to me, as well. It saddens me every time I think about such a tragic end to a young life. Rest in peace, Jim.
Jim Garber was just an outstanding individual. He got me into pheasant and quail hunting in the last couple of years of high school. I remember the hunting accident when he blew his hand off. That accident never defeated Jim....he was as good a hunter with one hand as he was with two. When Jim was killed he had a very promising career going at Winchester Arms in Grand Island. The phone call of his death was one of the worst I've ever received.
Jim was such a wonderful person. I really enjoyed being around him in high school. I have such fond memories of Jim and his spirit and spunk. A group of us all met up in Denver shortly before his death - it was such a shock when he died. What a great person and what a loss!
I always worried about his wife - losing both her husband and father in the same accident - how awful.
Scott Colborn
Jim and I grew up together. He lived on Kessler and I lived on Woods Blvd. Many Autumn days were spent playing football in the field that buffered the Woods Blvd homes from the St. Thomas Orphanage. Baseball in the summer. Jim and I both got called into the Principal's office at Merle Beattie because we were the leaders of the "Yankee's" and the "Rebel's" and the playground rough-housing was getting too rough for the school folks. We got along great. Jim had a good sense of humor. God Bless him.Peace. Scott
Dan Lavaty
Garber and I used to hunt pheasant in the corn fields south of the old Bishops Mansion on Calvert...Once we got our drivers licenses, Garber, Graul, and I would to go fishing down at Hickman Lake - I think it's called Wagon Train Lake now.
I also remember some good times out at Lake McConaughy and down at the Wilber Czech festival.
I miss them...
Stan Feuerberg
I have a photo of my 6th birthday party, and Jim is in that picture. I knew him as far back as kindergarten at Merle Beattie Elementary School. I can remember playing football with Jim, Scott Colborn, and Pat Fisher on the field that Scott described next to the orphanage. As we got older we weren't as close as we were as little kids, which, on reflection, was a real shame.I remember well the day I learned that Jim died in a plane crash just outside of New Orleans; on approach to New Orleans' Lakefront Airport, the aircraft went into Lake Ponchartrain and sunk into the muddy bottom. My recollection is that the plane was never recovered.
As a young man I got to know Jim's father, Marvin, who owned a small engineering practice that bore his name. Jim's untimely death was a crushing blow to Marvin, and to me, as well. It saddens me every time I think about such a tragic end to a young life. Rest in peace, Jim.
----Stan Feuerberg----
Rodney Erb
Jim Garber was just an outstanding individual. He got me into pheasant and quail hunting in the last couple of years of high school. I remember the hunting accident when he blew his hand off. That accident never defeated Jim....he was as good a hunter with one hand as he was with two. When Jim was killed he had a very promising career going at Winchester Arms in Grand Island. The phone call of his death was one of the worst I've ever received.Marty Traudt (Rolle)
Jim was such a wonderful person. I really enjoyed being around him in high school. I have such fond memories of Jim and his spirit and spunk. A group of us all met up in Denver shortly before his death - it was such a shock when he died. What a great person and what a loss!
I always worried about his wife - losing both her husband and father in the same accident - how awful.
Rest in peace, Jim.