James Scheller

Memories of a Classmate The early 60s gifted me a memory that will forever be etched in my mind-riding on a float, feeling the excitement of the moment. I was positioned just over the rear tandem axle, with my classmate on the outside. Then, suddenly, a loud crack split the air as the lumber beneath us gave way. In a terrifying instant, my classmate went over the side, right in front of the moving wheels. Instinct took over-we grabbed each other´s arms, and somehow, miraculously, managed to...

Jim was a wonderful human being, and was my classmate in our Wallace High School Class of 1964. He was always interesting, energetic and kind to all. I was lucky enough to see him and have lively conversation during our last reunion two summers ago. Walk softly and gently, Jim. You are at rest now.