My earliest memories of my Uncle Jim were when we visited Wisconsin and he was a policeman- I think it was volunteer, but nonetheless I remember him standing in the kitchen of his house in a uniform. I have no idea how old I was, I was very impressed that he had such a dapper uniform. My Uncle Jim was larger than life, he was very tall. One time, we went up to Michigan to ski- which was really weird since I lived in Colorado. We had an amazing time. My Uncle Jim and my Dad were in the same business when I grew up- they manufactured packaging. This gave me, my siblings and my cousins a very privileged life as they were both successful. We would all get together every year in Vail to ski. This was one of my most memorable childhood experiences. I always looked forward to my Uncle Jim, Aunt Pat and my cousins - Tom, Andy and Betsy coming out every year to ski. We would ski in Vail and Winterpark/MaryJane.
My Uncle Jim was an amazing skier. My Dad and Uncle Jim grew up skiing and racing in Minnesota. The both taught skiing- my Dad at Winterpark (CO) and my Uncle Jim at Little Switzerland (WI). Although his knees were toast ( I am now learning with age, this has got to be a Nelson genetic defect), he continued to ski effortlessly and enjoyed it. My fondest childhood memories were skiing with my Uncle Jim, Aunt Pat and my cousins.
I am very saddened to know my Uncle Jim has passed, but I am also in celebration of his life. He was an amazing man with an amazing life. He raised a great family, had an extremely successful career and will have a positive impact on many lives in our future. You will be forever in our hearts!
