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James Elliott

Obituary of James Elliott

James Elliott, loving Father, Grandfather and North Park rancher, passed away on November 25, 2011 at home surrounded by family. Jim was born on June 4, 1943 to Buck and Helen Elliott. He was raised in Glendevey, Colorado on his family ranch, and in 1974 he moved to North Park to work on the Petterson Ranch. From 1978 to 1998 he ran the Grizzly Ranch; and from 1998 to 2011 he owned and operated his own construction company. Jim was well known in the community as a successful rancher, a skilled builder and a craftsman of leather. When a neighbor or community member needed a helping hand, he was one of the first people to volunteer. Jim was known for not backing down from anything. He worked hard and truly enjoyed what he did. Jim's love for his family was abundant and his grandchildren held a special place in his life and heart. He is survived by two daughters: Summer Marshal, husband Trip and two grandchildren, James and Roseilyn of Salt Lake City Utah. Jamie Schallot, husband Michael and grandson TJ of Walden Colorado. Two brothers: John Elliott of Walden Colorado, Phil Elliott of Centennial Wyoming. He is preceded in death by his parents and grandparents. A memorial service will be held on Saturday December 3, 2011 at the Wattenberg Center in Walden from 4pm to 6 pm. Jim was a valuable member of this community and will be missed by everyone.

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Service Details

Saturday, December 3rd, 2011 4:00pm, Wattenberg Center

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What i remenber from Jim Elliot. My Grandparents Al &Joylene Benson were good friends with buck And Helen Elliot. We would go fishing in the summers up around Deadman and Whoknows where? LOL. And stop in at Buck and helen's and viset with then and fish and get to shoot22's. Grandparents would go hunt for rocks it was fun times.

Blane Ramsey Nov 18 2012 12:00 AM

Sorry to hear about James . I am Donna Ramsey Use to be Benson . Donna Ramsey 35412 Pouder Canyon HWY Bellvue Co, 80512. phone is 881 2533

Donna Ramsey Dec 17 2011 12:00 AM

We will miss you Jim. I remember my grandparents bring us up and going fishing at your parents house . When we went camping up at Deadman or sandcreek.

Blane Ramsey Dec 9 2011 12:00 AM

I went to school with Jim and always liked his nice mannerism and politeness. I didn't know him after we graduated, but I am sorry for his family's loss.

Judy Head Peppard Dec 9 2011 12:00 AM

Just saw the Obituary in the Fence Post. We are sorry to hear of your loss.

Dick & Carol Vannorsdel Dec 8 2011 12:00 AM

We remember all the good times during high school, working for Buck, our wedding, our time at the Diamond Tail, and our last visit with Jim at Walden a couple of summers ago. Phil and John think of all the memories you have had together. We send our prayers and love to his family.

Marvin & Estelle Thaller Dec 8 2011 12:00 AM

Jim was a nieghbor when the first year we put up hay on the Kuiper place a few miles from the Grizzly. It was our first year and we did not know anyone and did not know what we were doing. I had purchased an old John Deere baler that was worn out and was down for parts during a really critical time of the harvest and Jim let me borrow his newer baler for a few days, of course would not accept money. He rebuilt/cleaned a ditch faster than anyone I ever knew, we always got more than my money's worth when he ran his equipment on a job, never did anything half wasy . I was not that close to Jim, but he always treated us with kindness and respect, not many people I have met in life have I respected as much as Jim Elliot.

Tom Rutledge Dec 3 2011 12:00 AM

I had the opportunity to know Jim for nearly 20 years. During that time I met a great many of you who call North Park home, Jack and Vanita, Jack and Linda, the Evans family, the Rays, each of you part of the North Park Colorado community, however, when I think of North Park, my first thought will more than likely be of Jim. He was what this area is, tough, living life his way and enjoying it. I believe a part of North Park died on November 25th. What little bit I know about the cattle business, I learned from Jim. He did not say much, if you asked him a question, he would give you an honest answer. I probably learned the most from just doing what my grandfather told me as a small boy, he said, you have two ears, two eyes and one mouth, use them in proportion. So by just watching and asking a few questions I learned about cattle ranching from Jim. The seasons and the tasks, each different, each demanding, yet the man for whom we are here today, celebrating his life, did them all for more than 50 years. Jim was a man's man, yet underneath the tough outside was a soft spot here and there. While I only came to North Park on a regular basis for about 4 years back in the 90's, the time I spent with Jim and the things I learned from him will stay with me for the rest of my life. He has two beautiful daughters whom Wendy and I think the world of, he told me how proud he was of each of them and I know each of them is very proud of their Dad. Jim rest peacefully for you have endured and given much during your life. I am proud to have known you and even prouder that you considered me a friend and a good man. You don't know how much that means to me to have come from a man like you.

Mike Hudspeth Dec 2 2011 12:00 AM

There are so many memories I have of Jim. The first time I ever met the Elliott family was on Jamie's 6th birthday. It is hard to believe it was so long ago because it feels like yesterday. I remember the time that Jim called us in California and told Mike that he needed a cook for the hay crew. Mike said that I would be there within two days, which I was, unfortunately for me I didn't even know where hay truly came from if it didn't come from a feed store. I'm not sure that Jim knew what he was getting into then, but to have had the friendship that we had, he knew that there would always be a part of North Park in this city girl. The two summers I spent cooking will always be among my fondest. I know at times he liked to tease me but he also learned that it was not in his best interest to make the cook mad! Those were two long summers for him I'm sure because here we were on a cattle ranch and I never even served steak because still to this day I don't know how to grill. Jim would have to wait for Mike to come and then he knew he would be eating well because Mike always grilled him a steak. When I cooked there were two choices when it came to eating, take it or leave it. Luckily for me, Jim liked my cooking. He was always the first one up every morning. In an attempt to make things easier for him when he came into the kitchen I would make the coffee maker ahead of time so all he had to do was turn it on. The first time I did and he didn't know it, he poured water into the coffee maker and it went all over the counter and made a big mess. Well after a couple of mornings like that we devised a system where if there was a post-it note on the coffee maker then all he had to do was turn it on. That worked well most of time except if I forgot to put the note on the coffee maker. Needless to say I heard a few choice words some mornings but I think in the end he learned to look first before he turned it on. One time Mike and I came out for branding and when I showed Jim my new black cowboy hat he actually wanted to trade (I think he was just teasing but my hat did look good on him). During branding one day he gave me the job of keeping the Mother cows away from the calves with a bullwhip. Picture a city girl afraid of big cows who practically whipped her hat off of her head the first time she tried to use the whip. Yes, that gave Jim a good laugh too! But I think he was just a little impressed that I had only let one cow through during my watch. During hay season he told me he would get me on a tractor but he never did. I think eventually he learned that he would be better off with me in the kitchen and away from heavy machinery. The only machine he would let me use was his red truck. One afternoon Jamie was with me and we went to the field to take snacks to everyone. Needless to say I drove his truck into a ditch. When I asked Jamie to go tell her Father what I had done, she looked at me and said, "I'm not telling Dad, you have to. He told you not to drive into the ditch". So, I headed out to find him (with my head down), and he just shook his head, smiled and got me out of whatever predicament I got myself into. Jim always took care of me and I always knew I could rely on him. When he told me last summer that he was adopting me as his little sister you can only imagine the extreme pride I had in knowing he loved me. He also knew that since that first summer on the Grizzly that I had adopted his two daughters as my own. Although my heart aches now, Jim taught me things that make me smile and laugh. He taught me that money does not buy respect, it has to be earned. I am so ever grateful that I earned Jim's respect and love. I know that he helped raise two beautiful daughters and was a loving Father and Grandfather. His strength and perseverance can be seen in his daughters and he was so very proud of them and their own families. Although he is no longer physically with us, I know that there is a little bit of Jim in all of us, for that I'm very grateful for. I thanked him for having me out to North Park as it is a very special place and always will be. He will be forever loved and dearly missed.

Wendy Hudspeth Dec 2 2011 12:00 AM