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Jimmy L. "Jim" Hendrickson

Born: Wed., Dec. 17, 1941
Died: Sun., May 17, 2020


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Florence - Jim was born in Bozeman, Montana on December 20, 1942. He went to Montana State University where he earned a couple of degrees in architecture and engineering. Jim was such a smart man, his brain could calculate a situation and figure it out in a way no one else could even imagine. He was a loving husband, father, brother, and uncle & friend. He started in the timber industry when he was young and eventually worked his way up to the General Manager of Tricon Timber. Jim traveled the world, China was one of his favorites that he talked about the most. He actually walked the Great Wall of China, multiple times, not many people can say that. His travels included a couple of stints to Hawaii, Finland, China, Honduras and Australia. Jim loved his family, especially his mother, they had a special connection, He would make an effort to call her every night just to see how she was doing, hardly ever missed a night. He had 3 beautiful children, Tammy, Jason and April. He loved them dearly and tried to teach them the ways of the world as best he could. Jim was preceded in death by his beloved mother, Miss Cora, his brother Sonny whom he loved very much, Uncle Nick and Aunt Sophie who he looked up to with so much love and respect. He went to live with them when he was about 14 years old and learned so much from them both. His good friend Terry Coleman, who was also his accountant and pilot. Terry often flew for him and made it easier for Jim to do his job, they hardly ever missed a birthday without calling each other. There were many other relatives and friends in his life that left this earth before he did and they are now having a reunion in heaven. He is survived by his wife Susie who knew he was the love of her life and now has a hole in her heart that may never be filled. His 3 children, Tammy Hedrick (Will), Bonners Ferry, ID; Jason Hendrickson, Spokane, WA; April Fisher (Danny), Williamsburg, VA. His brother, Don (Paulette), Talent, OR; sister Baby (Vivian) (Ray); sister (Sis) Virginia, Willard, UT. He had 7 grandchildren, Alicia, Andrea, Brian, Jeretta, Dylan, Jacob, and Caleb. 1 great grandchild, Levi. He also had aunts, uncles, nieces and nephews in his life that he loved. He is also survived by the Shaw family (Susie’s Aunt and cousins) Auntie Babs (Barbara Shaw) Troy, ID; Cousins Peggy, Billy, and Patty, who got to know Jim before Parkinson’s had totally destroyed his brain. He was still smart and funny and able to enjoy a good visit with the family. The following are some remembrances and anecdotes from family and friends…… My husband Jim died of Parkinson’s Disease and related dementia on May 17. He was so kind, gentle and oh so smart. I will miss his hugs, kisses, humor and his love in general. He had Parkinson’s disease for a lot of years, but in 2008 he was able to get brain implants that made this terrible disease a lot more manageable. We were able to travel, dance to country music in the living room, he loved taking me out to dinner and his love of fly fishing was always his greatest joy along with his children. My heart is broken, life was tough at the end for him, but I knew the Jim I loved so much was still inside that beautiful brain that Parkinson’s had destroyed. My love will be unending for the best man I ever thought would ever enter my life. The joy we had will always outweigh the hard times. I love and miss you Jim. You are with your mom, your brother, and all that preceded you to heaven. Your many animals you loved so much, especially our two Dottie dogs.….Your loving wife Susie As I grew enough to walk, Dad would take me fishing in small streams in Montana. Showing me how to put a worm on a hook took some patience since I really didn’t like the slimy things! He would put me up on his shoulders and walk through the water fishing all the way. I would watch the water flow by and hang on to dads’ neck and when he would slip I may have grabbed some hair! His passions were work, fishing, and horses. All of his kids were part of each of those passions in one way or another. When he saw a sawmill he would pull over and tell mom he would be back in a few minutes….more like 2 hours later. I still like the smell of a sawmill. When Dad decided to get into horses, I was married off and he would help feed my passion for livestock by letting me “borrow” a horse and take it home to ride. We had our rocky times…didn’t always see eye to eye but he taught me a lot about the “real” world and I know my independence came from him….Love Tammy, your firstborn daughter. A couple of things will always come to mind when I think of Dad’s life and the influence he’s had on me…Once he found something that he chose to do or pursue, he was all in. Really didn’t matter if it was for work or something he enjoyed, he didn’t mess around. He went for it to best of his ability which just happened to be more than double what most would do. One example was a three-day fly-fishing trip that he went on with guides who used wooden drift boats to navigate the river. No sooner had he returned than he found a company in Wyoming making drift boats from fiberglass. Immediately one was purchased and brought home then off to the river we went. We did not have a clue what we were doing, but we were willing to risk it and learn and try and fail and try until it was figured out. That thought was repeated in many ventures and pursuits, “someone else did it, why can’t I?” He was very tenacious and determined knowing it resulted in a fail or success. Another trait he was sure to instill in myself and my sisters was to “Never be a sheep”. The thought was to think for yourself and don’t do whatever the crowd is doing regardless of pressure and ridicule. I will always be thankful for his desire to provide and work for what he earned, while pursuing desires in his life with a stubborn tenacity and drive, not being held back by what others thought or said….Love your son Jason I cherish every moment that I had with Dad. There are so many memories that just one would not do him justice. He was my rock. The man I always went to for everything. His advice was always spot on, even if it was gruff at times as he would tell me to “quit that damn crying” or don’t let the bastards get you down”. He was always there to help with math as I sat on his lap, to playing basketball with me in cowboy boots. The amazing horseback rides we would take to get away and clear our heads, spending time together will never be forgotten. All the spontaneous fishing trips that we had on the fly as we traveled from one spot to another or the time he drove 16 hours to be at a 2-minute piano recital. His humor always held a special place in my family’s heart. When Danny asked him if he could marry me and he said “sure! She’s your problem now”. He showed love for our family so much as he accepted my two stepsons as his own grandchildren. He treated Caleb and Jacob with the same love that he had for Dylan. This is the man I know, love and am so grateful for. This is my Dad and I’m proud to be his daughter…..Love from Your youngest daughter April Don, his younger brother sent a manifesto of stories so will use parts of the best ones……We lived in Wells, NV when I was 10 and Jim was 13. We did not have much to do, Jim had a BB gun, we shot everything in sight. The street light outside our room had a 12” bubble and one day it was out. When our dad went to find out why the light was out, he found over a hundred holes in it. Jim convinced him it must have been shot out with a shotgun, consequently we got out of that one. When we moved to Rawlins, WY, Jim decided we needed to go rattle snake hunting. Jim said if we used stove pipes over our legs we would be ok. We put the pipes around our legs and to the hills we went. We didn’t find any snakes, but it took days before we healed up from the damage those stove pipes did to our legs. Jim was the one I was comfortable hunting deer and elk with. We were hunting in the Rock Creek range west of Phillipsburg, It was cold and cloudy but didn’t look like snow, so we just took our sleeping bags, firewood and food. Jim said it was not going to snow, went to bed, no tent. Next morning we woke up to 6 to 8 inches of snow. All Jim could say is it didn’t look like it was going to snow! One time in Rock Creek Jim spooked out a 4-point buck, he shot the buck from the hip with his old 30-06. He said it was self-defense. The rut was on and the deer’s neck was swelled and really smelled rank. There was a preacher that worked at the mill, he had 5 kids and said he could sure use the meat. Jim gave it to him. He never spoke to us after that. We were hunting on Lion Head in a little Jeep I had, I was driving and my son Ron (3 or 4 years old) was in the middle, Jim on the other side. We were going down the power line right of way. We were going real slow when Ron said, “Hey Uncle Jim just got out of the Jeep.” Come to find out I was too close to the power line guide wire and it caught Jim’s foot, pulled him right out of the Jeep. It too a couple of weeks for the leg to quit hurting and the swelling to go down. Hunting again in the same area, we looked across the valley at a rock slide. We saw what looked like a body with no clothes on laying on the rocks. Jim said we were not going to get close because it might be a murder. We hightailed it to the Sheriffs office in Bozeman. The sent a deputy (90) miles from Bozeman. Deputy said he was sure it was a murder About 3 hours later other deputies showed up and got up to it….found out it was a black bear that was shot and skinned out and left. Very Spookie. We always had good times hunting together……I will miss you…..Your Brother Don I first met Jim in 1994. He and his brother, Sonny, were at Jim’s business, The Horse Barn, when I stopped by looking for a bag of horse pellets. I immediately liked both of them , they knew what they were talking about and both had a good sense of humor. I stayed for almost an hour just shooting the bull. Because I enjoyed the experience so much, I returned the next week and talked with Jim for an extended period. During our conversation, we realized the house I had recently purchased was just down the from his. From that point we became lifelong friends. As we became better friends, I started working for Jim part time, helping put up hay and occasionally helping with a project now and then at The Horse Barn. Having been in the timber business for most of his life, Jim was hired to consult at a mill overseas. At this time , Jim asked me to work full time for him so he could travel for the job. When Jim was home, I would meet him every day at his house and start the workday with a cup of hot chocolate and a couple of stories. We would end nearly every day sitting in front of his garage drinking a cold soda and discussing life and family. He always wanted to know how my wife and children were. He knew them all and had a sincere interest in their wellbeing. Jim discussed his children with me well, he was always proud of what they were becoming as he watched from a distance. As the years passed, Jim and I both went through challenges. He was always there to listen and offer his advice and support. I, in turn, did the same for him. When Jim was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease, he barely mentioned it. Jim never complained about the toll it was taking on him, although, I could certainly see his frustration now and then. He had an extremely smart mind, which he often used to work around the handicap his disease was creating. My family and I moved to Southern Utah, in 2002, Jim and I continued to stay in touch. When my brother, Kent got married, Jim drove clear to Southern Utah just to be there. We took a picture of the three of us. Jim had it blown up and framed, sharing copies with Kent and me. All three of us have it hanging on our walls to this day. I returned to Montana in 2007, Jim and I resumed our friendship just as if I had never left. I felt like I saw a Jim that many never did. He was always kind and patient to me and my family. His generosity to share his time, his tools, and his talents were unfailing until he passed away. As the disease took his ability to perform certain tasks, I had the fortunate opportunity to return some of the favors he had done for me though out the years. I have spent many hours in his home talking with him and Susie. I always left feeling better than when I came. I will miss that most of all! After all he was my friend…….RIP Jim, thank you, Craig (your brother with a different mother) Jim will be missed so much! We know he is up in Heaven riding Ole Sambo and loving up young and ole Dottie dogs. He is with family and will never be cold, he will always be at peace and will always have that special smile. Our fondest memories are when Jim and my sister Susie came to the Miles City Bucking Horse Sale. It was one of their very best times. We all went and watched the cowboys give it their all!! We all went over to the Range Rider Museum and my husband Don and he visited about all the guns and times long lost. He and Susie bought him the Best Lookin’ Stetson Black Hat! How fine it was and how handsome he looked. I want to say that Jim was the most loving, kind and gentle man my sister had ever known. They truly loved each other with all they had! He was a fine man and will be missed so much by so many people in his life. I know my sister will never be the same, her heart will have an empty space that may never be filled Mr. Jim Hendrickson, thank you for loving my sister for being in our lives. I wear the down winter jacket of yours you gave me many years ago, I feel close to you every time I put it on. …..Love forever, Don and Martha Reynolds Joe and Jim were friends for over 25 years and one of the big things Joe kidded Jim about was the fact that Jim was 4 months older than him. They spend a lot of birthdays together kidding each other as to who would live longer. On one of their kidding rants they decided that they would be each other pall bearer. Joe said because he was the youngest he would be carrying Jim’s casket and when he did he was going to bounce the casket 3 times so Jim knew he was there taking care of him. Then of course Jim said he would do the same for Joe. Joe said that he was going to be cremated, so they decided they would put 3 marbles in each urn or casket so they would always have each other’s backs…….Joe and Lori Wahrer, such good friends to Jim and Susie I started with Jim as an employee. I walked in with wranglers and cowboy boots, I will still swear it was my attire, not my knowledge that got me hired. After the Tricon Timber office closed, Jim started the Horse Barn.. Right up both our alley’s, horse trailers, tack and hay sales. He and (bother Sonny) and me had a great run with doing fair’s together and made great memories and friends. We stayed in touch for now 26 years, and neither of us ever forgot our birthdays, giving each other fun cards to laugh at I could always be myself around Jim, he made me feel like family, not just someone who had worked for him. He expected you to do your very best, but gave you leeway to take care of family too! I will always remember Jim a strong-willed man, but with a soft heart!!!.....Linda Kirkpatrick, one more great friend to Jim and Susie I would like to thank his caregivers, Sue, Kim, and Kat for taking care of him on the weekends so I could still work. You were so kind to him. I would also like to thank Marcus Daly Hospice for their care, even it was for such a short time. Jim will live in our hearts forever. Please feel free to share a story.

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Beth
   Posted Tue June 02, 2020
A truly beautiful dedication and obituary. I loved reading about this very special man. Many hugs and prayers for his friends and family. God Bless you all.

Rich Proff
   Posted Wed June 03, 2020
Love you Susie! Thinking of you and your family.

Johanna Dreiling
   Posted Mon June 08, 2020
Susie, this is a beautiful rememberance of a wonderful man. It was such a pleasure to know Jim and I will always remember his warm smiles and words. You are in my thoughts and heart.

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