Mary Schreiber

My memories of Jim always bring a smile or chuckle or a knee slap belly laugh. Smiles when I think of his generosity and willingness to share his home with others. Little boys who needed a home and someone to care for them. A daughter that he adopted from another country and loved as his own. The men that he gave his home to so that they could begin a new life. 

Chuckles were a part of every encounter with Jim because he always had an amusing story to tell.

The best knee slap belly laugh that comes to mind is the story of his dog’s potty accident in their bedroom and the trick he played on Deborah. 

Jim’s deep faith was evident. He didn’t just talk. He walked the walk and was a blessing to many.

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