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Harold James "Jim" Eberle

Billings, Montana

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COLUMBUS - Harold (Jim) James Eberle, 80, died Thursday, Dec. 29, 2005, at his home. He was born on the family farm near Stady, North Dakota on Sept. 19, 1925, to Frank and Alta Eberle.He served in the Army in the Occupation of Japan. He was stationed in Puson, Korea.He was employed by Montana...

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You will live in our hearts forever....
Both as Father and Grandfather...
Love
Kelly and Todd Fennern
Brooke, Bryson, and Christopher

We had a good visit in October. Jim telling of the old days around Stady and hunting stories of his days around the farm.

Uncle Jim always had a friendly smile and good humor. He took me on
my first fishing trip at the Great Falls MT fishery! and my first motorcycle ride at the Stady farm,
and my first airplane ride with plenty of loops.He's missed.

Even though we did not see Uncle Jim often after he moved to Montana, I have some very special memories.

One time he took Dad and I along with him up to a dam when he was working as a game warden. It was a beautiful drive in the winter, he told us all about his job, the area, the animals, etc. It seemed like he had such an exciting life, compared to farming. :-) We had coffee and cookies with his friends, an older couple that lived near the dam. They had a real bear rug,...

Dorothy and Family,
Jim will always be in your hearts and memories. Talk about him often and his memory will be with you always.

Will always love you, grandpa. Until we meet again. I will miss you.

Dearest Eberles,
Sending our love to you.
I treasure the memories spent at your home when I was little.
Uncle Jim's twinkly smile will forever be etched in my heart.
May God comfort you with His peace.
Our prayers, Tracy, Dan, Hope, Faith and Grace XO's

Thanks dad for the great values that you gave me. I will miss you and you will be in my heart forever. I will carry the sheild and your name high. Great hunting and look forward to our next meeting.

We will never forget the great fishing trips at lake Henkin, and most recently the Sunday lunches.

We will miss him.