ForeverMissed
“He was born a few years back, died a couple days ago. We’ll think of something to do with him, the rest is none of your business, you nosey a--.”

Jim was born to Olive and Thad Brown July 11, 1946. His kids would later tell him that his fortunate birthdate meant he could get free Slurpees® for his birthday every year, but he didn’t care. He preferred chocolate malts. The kind made using real ice cream and milk. Not the blended soft-serve ice-cream crap sold everywhere these days.

Jim joined his father, Thad, brother, Dee, and sister, Carol, at Brown Monument where they ensured all those who came through their doors received the best monument to mark the life of their loved one. Jim wanted each to have a stone that would last for generations. Jim was sensitive to the fragile emotional state with which many of his customers came. Jim listened, extending compassion and empathy. He never wanted anyone to feel they weren’t fairly treated – believing his customers should take advantage of him, not the other way around. Jim would sweat the details, believing a job done right and well was its own reward – even if no one else knew the effort that went into it.

Jim was humble, he wrote the quote above as his obituary. He didn’t like drawing attention to himself but his height made it impossible. He was 6’7” but always said he was 6’6” – giving up an inch to be more approachable. If he’d read this obituary he’d probably frown, then relent to make his kids happy.

Jim said he was proficient in four languages, broken English, profanity, gibberish, and gobbledygook but he had a better grasp of language than he let on. He was always reading, especially about his hobbies. Jim loved the outdoors, shooting, hunting, fishing, Birmingham roller pigeons, and had a passing interest in politics – meaning he listened to political radio shows. But we can’t recall him ever saying much positive about anyone in political office. He did have a dog named Governor he liked. Jim knew the mountains around Cache Valley and the high plains surrounding the northern end of the Great Salt Lake – having explored, hunted, and fished as much of that land as anyone. Jim was generous with information on the best places to fish, hunt, or just explore, and taught others the importance of respectful stewardship for wild things and places. He loved shooting as a hobby, and on days he shot poorly would mutter that he couldn’t “hit his a-- with a handful of wheat.”

Above all, Jim loved his kids and grandkids. He shared his hobbies with them. He listened and learned about their interests and became a passionate supporter – encouraging each to become their best selves. He was a great father, grandfather, and friend.

Jim was preceded in death by his mother, Olive, father Thadeus, his brother Dee, sister Laura, and granddaughter Tayler. Jim is survived by sisters Maureen, and Carol, his daughter Jennifer, son Jeremy, daughter Jeannette, son James, son Jordan, mother of Jim’s children, Cathy Rae, and 14 grandchildren.

There will be a graveside service for Jim in the Logan City Cemetery Friday February 12 at 2:00pm. In lieu of flowers please donate to https://themayflyproject.com/
Posted by Matthew Powell on February 13, 2021
My uncle, my friend. I remember playing in Logan River where the trees were tall and the water was cold. Walking into the shop and there Jim would be, but always had time for me. His smile and then a chuckle. The times we had will always be cherished by me. Thank you Jim.
Posted by Nathan Bunderson on February 12, 2021
I walked in to Brown Monument as a dirt poor college kid and asked Jim for a job. He hired me (I don't think he even hesitated) despite the fact that I'm pretty sure he already had way more help than he needed.

He didn't mind me thinking I was helping him, but looking back on it now it's pretty obvious that he was the one sacrificing. He is one of the kindest people I've ever met and that's not hyperbole.

I will miss you Jim. God bless your family

Posted by Al Blair on February 12, 2021
As I read about Jim's passing I was sad and And happy the same time That he was free from the physical infirmities that have been with him for so long Many have written about Jim's attributes I would just like to echo all those kind things that people said about him were they truly refracted reflected jim and he's ways If Jim was your friend you had a friend forever The kind of friend that everyone needs Always there if needed To help or a kind word say! Gym helped and had a hand in My Grandparents my Father and Mother and my Sons Headstones And they were all done to perfection thru he's special insight and care. When driving through Logan canyon I would always keep an eye out for Jim's jimmy And we had a Especial Horn beep sequence To let each other know That I had noticed That Jim Was Engaged in his favorite past time And I I could ask him the next time we've met face to face how the fishing was. I am comforted in the knowledge that Jim's father in heaven has prepared a special fishing hole just for him and he is now able to enjoy one of his favorite hobbies of fishing. Thank you Jim for following The saviors golden rule of doing under others as you would have others doing to you I a greatly valued our friendship And you will be greatly missed God speed Jim and rest in peace until we meet again your bud AL!
                        
Posted by Kathy Koeven on February 12, 2021
Jim was such a wonderful friend, one of the kindest and amazing gentleman I knew. Kirk and I will truly miss visiting with and sharing my pumpkin roll with him a thanksgiving and Christmas. Heaven received one of the best. Miss you forever forget you never.  Kathy and Kirk
Posted by Dw Zollinger on February 11, 2021
Jim was our home teacher for many years. He always had a short message for us but always wanted to do something extra. Once we were talking about planting our garden that week. The next morning there was Jim with a bucket of pigeon droppings for our garden. 

After he was at the assisted living, I enjoyed seeing him buzzing around Providence and we got to talk on the street as I would stop the car. I always heard him express his appreciation for what he had and how grateful he was for his family. May you each be blessed with fond memories of your dad. Daina Zollinger
Posted by Janice Mulder on February 11, 2021
So as not to take up to much space here, I will start by saying... James Henry Brown was "ONE OF A KIND" in the very best of ways! It has been an honor and a privilege to call him my friend.

We talked about everything and anything. We bragged about our kids and grandkids and the old times growing up in Cache Valley. His stories were much more colorful than mine and I treasured every moment that we could talk and laugh together. Sometimes he tried to tell a story about some of the crazy things he and his friends did, but he would be laughing so hard that it would take forever to get the story out.

Jim was so intelligent and talented, yet humble. He spent a lot of time writing about his life and his thoughts and his opinions on different matters and shared some of those with me. I told him many times that he should have these writings all put together and published but he would just laugh and say, "it's just gibberish" (as you mentioned, Jeannette, about all the languages he used).

I will miss all the visits we had, his advise and his way of expressing his opinions. I will miss his sense of humor, his kind heart, his smile, his laugh and most of all, his sarcasm.

I admire his courage and determination as he fought his battle. He didn't want sympathy and mentioned many times that there were others worse off then he was. The world is a better place because of Jim!

A special thanks to his family for sharing this great man with us at Cache Valley Assisted Living. I would have never known him if I had not been working there.

Jan Mulder
Posted by Brad Hoggan on February 11, 2021
I'm going to miss Jim. I don't no how many time's we went places together to visit roller guys. For years we would lay on a trampoline or just on our backs on the grass watching our rollers fly. We made a real fun trip to California for a week going from roller guy to roller guy. What a trip, I drove and Paul, Jim and Paul told me where to go. We had a blast, I will never forget the gentle giant Jim was. Never met a kinder person in my life. I sure hope they have some rollers for him on the other side. If they do he'll be ready with a kit for all his friends. I just hope I make it where Jim is, because he'll be in heaven for sure. One of the most loving men I have ever known. Never a bad word about anyone. I sure hope all his children know how much their dad loved them. The last time I went to visit him we talked about life and how his children were everything to him! Love you Jim I'm going to miss you alot. Looking forward to flying that kit of birds again some day. Love ya, Brad
Posted by Paul G Jensen on February 10, 2021
I’m saddened that my good friend Jim is gone! However, glad he wasn’t horribly sick and went fast! He didn’t need to suffer any longer! Jim got me into flying roller pigeons while living close by in River Heights! As you might figure, knowing him, he helped me build a loft, stocked it with the best birds he had. He made sure that I got the best while he took what was left. We spent many hours laying on the trampoline watching birds fly always wishing we could be up there too. He was a dear friend who loved and cared deeply for others. He’d give you the shirt off his back before you knew you needed it!
In this busy, crazy, confusing world.....well you’re only blessed to have a couple good, close, caring friends in a lifetime and Jim is at the top of my very short list!!!’ Jim, I Love ya, miss ya, can’t wait to see you again!!
Posted by Janice Skousen on February 10, 2021
Jim was a kind man. He was so good to our family and such a great neighbor. Many times we relied on him for tools, helping with my father, and he was always there for emergencies. He was a good influence through being a home teacher to our family. Our children looked forward to him coming and to listen to his lessons. He will be remembered for his friendly wave and smile. He taught me how to shoot a gun when we went skeet shooting. He was so patient with a city girl. I learned what varmint hunting was from Jim. I had never heard of such a thing, but it was such great fun for him. My favorite visual memories are his ready smile, his blue eyes, pulling up in his Jimmy, and watching him lay on his back while watching his Birmingham roller pigeons tumble from the sky. I loved the way he saw the good in everyone.
Posted by Preston Parker on February 10, 2021
A lasting memory I have of Jim, was one of the times I was with him as he was flying a kit of his roller pigeons. They were soaring around above, when Jim made this observation, as he shook his bowed head: "Those young pigeons just don't know what they're supposed to do...see how they stray a bit and aren't in line with the others? You know what they need? A hawk. If a good hawk were to come out of those trees over there and chase after them, they'd learn right quick where they needed to be...and they'd be all the better for it. You know, I've lived long enough to know people are like that too. We all need some challenges and adversity in life, in order to improve and become better versions of ourselves. Don't you think?" And then he flashed that large, mustache-laden smile, with a twinkle in his eye.

That lesson will stick with me for life. Thanks, Jim
Posted by Chris Skousen on February 10, 2021
Jim Brown - I love you! Jim was an amazing neighbor, an example of gentile kindness, and a quiet rescuer. I remember distinctly 3 times he came to my rescue. All of which occurred in my early teens when my parents were not home. 
1. I was riding my bike down the dirt road at the end of our street and crashed. I had gashed my head open and was covered in blood. I remember reaching the top of the road and seeing Jim looking up into the sky watching his roller pigeons. He looked over my way and immediately jumped up, ran to me, and scooped me up in his arms. I'll never forget him looking me in my eyes and saying I would be okay. I felt as if the Savior himself had lifted me up. He assessed my wounds, put me in his truck and drove me to the ER. 13 stitches and bad headache later I was grateful Jim was there. 

2. Not sure why boys like to play with pick axes - fortunately I chose to do so while Jim was home. I didn't take me long to swing directly into the water line, sending a geyser into the sky. I must have made quite the commotion, because before I knew it, Jim was there turning off the water. Together we repaired the pipe.

3. Skunks - not sure what to do with a family of baby skunks stuck in the window well, I went over to ask Jim for advice. I remember him coming immediately over and placing a long board in the window well that the skunks could climb out on. Problem solved!

Thank you Jim for being there for me! 
Posted by Clifford Skousen on February 9, 2021
I have known Jim for nearly 43 years. When we first moved to River Heights from California, Jim and his family were our new neighbors and immediately welcomed us. Jim without being asked went right to work helping us unload our U-Haul truck. That’s the kind of man he was. He was kind and considerate. He would jump right in to help without being asked when he saw his help could be used. To mention just a few examples of his service, he helped us remove trees and stumps in our yard, he helped us get a big truckload of firewood in the mountains, and he helped on many occasions lift my aged disabled father-in-law back into bed when he had fallout late at night.

Jim was a good friend and a humble and caring man to me and my family. All of my children liked and admired Jim because he had a gentle manner and made them feel good about themselves. He will be etched in our hearts and minds forever. 

We know these last few years with declining health and mobility were very hard for Jim. He is now free from his imperfect mortal body and undoubtedly in a more glorious state.

Our hearts go out to each of his family members who have lost a wonderful man. We will all miss Jim. 
Posted by Kelly Pluid on February 9, 2021
I made a donation to The May Fly Project in his behalf as you requested. 
Posted by Jaren Durham on February 9, 2021
I knew Jim as a kid and young man. I was assigned to be a home teacher in our ward to his family. He was always so kind to me and very accepting. I would use the term "Gentile Giant" to describe Jim because that was my experience with him.

Looking back, I am so grateful for my interaction with him because I remember he built me up. Made me feel good about myself.

My thoughts are prayers are with Jeremy and the rest of the family!

Jaren Durham

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Posted by Matthew Powell on February 13, 2021
My uncle, my friend. I remember playing in Logan River where the trees were tall and the water was cold. Walking into the shop and there Jim would be, but always had time for me. His smile and then a chuckle. The times we had will always be cherished by me. Thank you Jim.
Posted by Nathan Bunderson on February 12, 2021
I walked in to Brown Monument as a dirt poor college kid and asked Jim for a job. He hired me (I don't think he even hesitated) despite the fact that I'm pretty sure he already had way more help than he needed.

He didn't mind me thinking I was helping him, but looking back on it now it's pretty obvious that he was the one sacrificing. He is one of the kindest people I've ever met and that's not hyperbole.

I will miss you Jim. God bless your family

Posted by Al Blair on February 12, 2021
As I read about Jim's passing I was sad and And happy the same time That he was free from the physical infirmities that have been with him for so long Many have written about Jim's attributes I would just like to echo all those kind things that people said about him were they truly refracted reflected jim and he's ways If Jim was your friend you had a friend forever The kind of friend that everyone needs Always there if needed To help or a kind word say! Gym helped and had a hand in My Grandparents my Father and Mother and my Sons Headstones And they were all done to perfection thru he's special insight and care. When driving through Logan canyon I would always keep an eye out for Jim's jimmy And we had a Especial Horn beep sequence To let each other know That I had noticed That Jim Was Engaged in his favorite past time And I I could ask him the next time we've met face to face how the fishing was. I am comforted in the knowledge that Jim's father in heaven has prepared a special fishing hole just for him and he is now able to enjoy one of his favorite hobbies of fishing. Thank you Jim for following The saviors golden rule of doing under others as you would have others doing to you I a greatly valued our friendship And you will be greatly missed God speed Jim and rest in peace until we meet again your bud AL!
                        
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Shared by Buffy Rose on February 9, 2021
Truly one of the most amazing men I've ever known and loved ❤ I'm sure everyone who knew him would say the same. Jim was dear to me and my whole family.  He was very special to my grandma and let her cling to him for love and friendship, much like he did for many others. I miss his stories, his humor, his advice, his hippie salves and "witch dr potions".  I miss all his inventions and crazy yet brilliant ideas.  Such a gentle giant. I love you so much Jim! Thank you for being you.  I'm so happy for you but will miss and think of you always ❤
Shared by Kelly Pluid on February 9, 2021
What a wonderful tribute to your dad!   My memories of your dad are many.   Being lucky enough to grow up next door and having him be my best friends dad I got to be around him a lot.    He taught me how to shoot my first bow and arrow.   Every 4th of July we would gather and light fireworks in your driveway and I still remember him teaching me the proper way to hold a Roman candle.  I was lucky that I got to tag along often. I can't say I have one just really big memory of your dad just that I have the memory of him always being there.  I remember watching him at work while we raced around playing hide n' sneak where I believe was my only memory of being reprimanded by him.   Apparently hiding around broken vaults and old granite scraps wasn't the safest.  I loved visiting his work.  His peaceful presence as we raced around the front yard seeing who could run faster while he watched his pigeons in the sky. He always had a kind smile on his face to great me.   Always willing to answer questions and teach us something.   He was our home teacher for years.  My dad always said at the time he was the perfect home teacher because he was always someone that we could count on to be there when we needed him.   And he was.   He was a gentle giant.    Most of all I can't think about your dad without smiling.   Love you all!