James R. Jim Reeves
April 22, 1943 ~ January 18, 2011
Reeves, James R. “Jim”, 67, died surrounded by his family and close friends at his home, Thurs., Dec. 23, 2010. Memorial service, 11 a.m., Sat., Jan. 29, Aldersgate United Methodist Church, 7901 W. 21st St. N. in Wichita. Jim was born in Waterbury, CT, Apr. 22, 1943, to Henry and Marian Reeves. He served in the United States Air Force from 1960-67 and was stationed at McConnell AFB during that time. He married the love of his life, Nancy, in the fall of 1984. Jim retired as a truck driver from Metro Express in Wichita. He belonged to a number of local clubs, including the Corvette, Model A, and Good Sams Camping Club. He enjoyed playing golf and bowling on leagues at West Acres Bowl. Preceded in death by parents and his lovely wife, Nancy Sue (Neill) Reeves who passed away Jul. 6, 2010. Survivors include sons, Kirk M. Fultz of Spokane, WA, Bruce J. Reeves of Wichita; daughter, Tanya J. Fitzharris (Jay) of Kansas City, KS; sisters, Judith Wicinski (Bruce) of Crossville, TN, Linda Lane (Gary) of Hamilton, NJ; 7 grandchildren; 2 great-grandchildren. In lieu of flowers, memorial to Harry Hynes Hospice. Downing Lahey West.
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I remember Jim. I was about 10 years younger than he was when he was stationed at McConnell AFB in Wichita, KS.. I remember the first time I ever rode a motorcycle was when I asked him to take me to the store on his Yamaha 350 and he tossed me the keys and told me to take myself. I was 14 or 15 at the time and knew next to nothing about driving let alone how to do it on a motorcycle. He had left the bike parked at the top of the driveway pointing toward the road. I got on and started it up, put it in gear and let the clutch out as I gave it a little throttle. I drove that motorcycle… down the driveway, across the street, over the curb, through the neighbors yard, and into the bushes in front of their house. Jim came out and helped pick the bike back up and get it back to where I should have left it in the first place. I don’t remember what he said to me then but I do remember a big smile on his face. That’s how I will always remember him, smiling about some stupid thing I had done wrong or a bad choice I had made, even when I wrecked his Plymouth Road Runner just a few years later. And 25 years later when I ran into him and Nancy in Salt Lake City, and had dinner with them… He still had that smile on his face. I think, even now, He still has that smile, at least that’s how I’ll remember him. I Look forward to seeing that smile again Jim.