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September 23, 2013
Have hit some rough spots lately Jim. Wish you were still around to help me put things in perspective---Ank
March 02, 2013
I was on his trip to Chilkoot Pass with Mary and Christine Pace. He was a really great guy and an alround nice guy. I just found about his death tonight. Miss him already.
March 02, 2013
I was on his trip to Chilkoot Pass with Mary and Christine Pace. He was a really great guy and an alround nice guy. I just found about his death tonight. Miss him already.
March 06, 2011
Steve, that ol' country song has me laughing and blubbering. I can just picture how irritated he got when his best friends were singing it to him.

To my knowledge, Jim never wore anything but blue jeans from the time he set foot in Alaska with the exception of my wedding in 1997, when he was my best man. My wife-to-be told him he had to wear a rented tux and a bow tie, and he was none too happy about it. Of course, you know he wouldn't do it without adding a touch of Marshall to it, so he didn't wear any socks. I still remember the wedding party all lined up in a row looking quite fashionable, with Jim hiking up his pants legs to show he wasn't doing it willingly.

We had a wake for him last Sunday at the bar where he met Mary and where we hatched our Yukon River plans. Pretty impressive turnout -- maybe 50 people who called Jim a friend. There were some amazing pictures from his life and some even better stories. We had a 16 Tuaca salute.

Strangely, there were not a lot of tears. I think it's because every single story that was told had us laughing so hard that we had no room for tears.
March 04, 2011
My old pal, Jim:

You always growled when Ank and I would tease you about that old Eddy Arnold song "Jim, I Wore a Tie Today" and now you're "that guy" and it does bring a tear or two, which you would also growl about. Mighty happy to have known you and shared adventures from Reno to Alaska, fishing for Max Devaney and Ray Grange ("Capt. Bligh")and getting in trouble on both sides of Kachemak Bay. And our years of sport hunting, fishing, and fraternity house escapades--never to be forgotten. Thanks to you and Ank I survived my divorce and thanks to you all it took to change a lightbulb on the old M/V Shishaldin were three nincompoops. Thanks for the great photography, some of which fill pages in my melodramatic memoir "Delusions of Immortality." We will miss you, my boy. I am quite sure your spirit will be in Elko this summer when the "Friends of James Victor" meet again in your honor. Carry on the good work.
--Steve Dawson
February 26, 2011
I had the pleasure of meeting Marshall through my husband who works at the Anchorage Daily News. We bonded in the bowling alley bar over drinks and cigarettes every Monday night while waiting for Mike, Kelly & Kevin. I liked everything about Jim and really looked forward to Monday nights. One night we even talked him into coming to karaoke with us. As Gary so aptly put it "Jim was the master of understatement" but I'm pretty sure he enjoyed himself.

Jim & I also shared a deep affection for my husband, Kevin. Every single time we met, he would joke 'what are we going to do with him', or 'you make sure and keep an eye on him' and I would promise to oblige. I have a very special spot in my heart for him and the world is a slightly less interesting place without him.

My thoughts and prayers are with Mary and the rest of Jim's family.
February 25, 2011
I didn't interview to have Jim as my boss at the Record Searchlight in Redding in 1983, but by the time I got there he was my boss.

Caustic and crusty begins to describe what he, then at 38, was to me at 22; he made me cry and he made me learn. At one point I asked Jim to take a walk outside with me. I didn't know how it would go. It kinda depended on Jim. He asked, "So, what? We're on deadline" (We weren't at the moment, but to Jim we always were). I asked him to please be a little more straightforward with his criticism as that would help us both. It helped that I was about a foot taller and 75 pounds heavier. But he coulda kicked my butt. From that moment forward I would've done anything for Jim, and he professed the same. It was good: Straight up, talk about it, get it done. And from then on we did and he opened his wing and was a mentor. We closed down the awful Friday nights at the R-S and then closed D'Armond's, then opened and closed golf courses. I can still hear Jim ordering me to go kill certain people. But it was 5:45 a.m. and we hadn't had our coffee yet and there were pages to get out, so we all made it out of there. Jim introduced me to people Karen and I miss in Redding (Hello Mike and JoAnne!) Jim: Give the cosmos heck as you blaze through it. No typos allowed, no computer malfunctions. No coaches calling in late or not at all. You were and always will be da man. With much love to you and your family, Tom and Karen Sellers
February 25, 2011
What a spot-on obituary! Jim was as crusty and old-school as they come, but as anyone who knew him can attest, he had a heart as big as all the outdoors.

I met him in 1985 in Redding, just as he was heading north to Alaska, and kept in regular touch while renting his Redding house.

In 1992, I had the privilege of spending two weeks in Alaska as Jim's guest. I explored much of the amazing Kenai peninsula (usually driving Jim's pickup while he worked). On his days off, we golfed in Palmer, fished for halibut in Homer and frequented some of his favorite watering holes. What a gracious (and hilarious) host.

Jim was a great newspaperman, a great friend, a so-so golfer and a priceless gem of a person.

I am so happy I got to see him a couple months ago when he swung through Redding.

I will miss him dearly.
February 25, 2011
Thanks, Hospice of Anchorage, for all you did. Jim was very appreciative of the help and support you provided.

And, Gary, it's nice to hear from others who appreciated Jim's unique character. I love that story, and I can picture that reaction and the look on his face when he was telling you.

I was the co-worker who paddled down the Yukon with him. His stamina was amazing, and complaints nonexistent. A great traveling companion who kept me laughing the whole time.
February 23, 2011
The thoughts and hearts of everyone at Hospice of Anchorage are with Jim's family and friends--our continued support is available to anyone in his circle who would like to be in touch. We share your sorrow and wish you all moments of comfort and peace...

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Jim Marshall on the tee at Palmer Golf Course, wondering where his ball went. (hint: he sliced it)

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