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Jim
Keeney, 63, of Melba, died Thursday, April 6, 1995, at the
Hagelin Hospice House in Nampa. Funeral
services will be held at 10 a.m. Monday, April 10, 1995, at
Persons-Flahiff Funeral Chapel, Nampa. Burial will follow at the Melba
Cemetery, Melba.
Jim
was born March 15, 1932, in Licking,
Missouri, a son of Ben and Pauline
Scott Keeney. The
family moved to
Portland, Oregon, where he received his education.
He enlisted in the
Coast Guard and was discharged in 1955 at which time he moved
to the Wilder area. He
married Phyllis Hickox, March 17, 1956, at Portland and they made
their home in Wilder. Phyllis
died Feb. 26, 1973. Jim
worked for the J.R. Simplot Company, retiring in 1989.
After retirement he
moved to Melba where he could support his grandchildren's
activities. Whether
sharing a horse competition or watching a ball game his
grandchildren were very important to him.
He was also a person
who enjoyed reading a good Western and spending time hunting
and fishing.
He is survived by a son, Jeff and his wife Theresa
Keeney, of Melba; two daughters, Janet Keeney of Portland, and
Jonica Oates of Caldwell; a special friend, Donna Gordy; his
parents, Ben and Pauline Keeney of Portland; four brothers, Al
and his wife Peggy Keeney of Portland, J. C. and his wife
Dorothy Keeney of Phoenix, AZ, Dale Keeney of California, Hoyt
and his wife Sandy Keeney of Port Orchard, Wash; five
grandchildren, Paul, Kristin, Cameron, Forest and Anthony; and
several nieces and nephews.
He
was preceded in death by a grandson, Kole Jimmy Keeney; his
mother and father-in-law, Ione and Volney Hickox.
Memorials may be made to the Melba Little League Baseball and
Softball Programs c/o Don Jamison, Melba.
God Hath Not Promised
God hath not
promised
Skies always blue.
Flower-strewn pathways
All our lives through:
God hath not promised
Sun
without rain,
Joy without sorrow,
Peace with out Pain.
But God hath promised
Strength for the day;
Rest
for the labor,
Light for the way;
Grace for the
trials,
Help from above:
Unfailing sympathy,
Undying love.... . .
We love you Dad.
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