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James Webb (Ann)

James Fredrick Webb
Feb. 2, 1945 ~ Sept. 5, 2012

James Fredrick Webb was born in Salt Lake City on February 2, 1945 to F. George and Rachael Webb.
He passed away suddenly at home on September 5, 2012. He was the oldest of 9 children and had a wonderful childhood with friends & siblings roaming the then "new" Millcreek area. He always kept busy, from selling donuts door to door, working with his dad, & even taking a mail order class in taxidermy to stuff pigeons.
After graduating from Olympus HS, he enlisted in the Army and spent several years in the Army Reserve. He also served an honorable mission to the Central States Mission.

On June 28, 1967, he married his college sweetheart, Utah Utes cheerleader, Ann Marie Lee in the Salt Lake Temple and had recently celebrated their 45th wedding anniversary. Together they accomplished many things, the greatest being their 6 beautiful children. They traveled the world and served in two Inner-City Service Missions for the LDS church.

After graduation from the U of U, he began working full-time at Webb Audio Visual. In 1979 he and his brother purchased the company from their father. They moved the business to a new location and expanded it to become a thriving company. He was a hard worker, putting in countless hours. He taught the children the value of work and loved to say: "work, earn, save, then spend".

In 2001, he sold the business to his brothers and retired. He sponsored many fun family trips, but his best times were working in the Salt Lake Temple.

Anyone who knew Jim, knew he was a huge Utah Utes fan and began attending athletic games as a toddler. Most of his attire consisted of red or black Utah shirts and was an ardent fan and followed the team whenever he could. A highlight for him was watching them play in the basketball Final Four. In college he organized a group of friends to attend the Utah Football Games. The group kept growing over the years and moved closer and closer to the 50 yardline, enjoying many great games together.

He was a member of the Crimson club and on the Presidential list for donations, and was honored at a game as Super Fan of the Game. Jim was a member of the LDS church. He served in many callings and had a deep and abiding testimony. He loved Bruce R. McConkie and continually kept listened to his talks while driving . He loved to get someone into the living room to discuss religion with them.

Jim is survived by his wife Ann Marie and children: Brad, Kelly Massey, Christian(Amy), David, Lindy(Brett) Prusso, and Marc(Becky). He had 15 beautiful grandchildren and was proceeded in death by his brother, Alan and a beloved son-in-law, Joseph Massey. He is also survived by his 2 brothers, 6 sisters and their spouses and many brother and sister-in-laws.

We love you. We will miss you honey, but know you are happy now and were greeted in heaven by a "big Joe hug"!

A funeral service will be held on Saturday, September 8, 2012 at 12:00 noon at the Oldmill Ward, 7035 South Nutree Drive, Cottonwood Heights, UT. Viewings will be held on Friday night from 6:00-8:00pm at Larkin Sunset Gardens Mortuary, 1950 East 10600 South, Sandy,UT and also on Saturday from 11:00-11:45am prior to the services at the ward. Interment at Larkin Sunset Gardens Cemetery. Friends and family are invited to share condolences at




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01/18/13 08:16 AM #1    

Ronald Scott

September 10, 2012

Dear Webb Family:

A few days ago, I posted a version of this tribute of your husband/father to our class website:

Later I will write something in greater detail for the main website and for Jim’s family. For now, I will observe that Jim was a fine, fine fellow, warm and caring. Our memorial service nine years ago just wouldn’t have been the same without his considerable input. Mark (Theodore) and Bill (Cordray) will have something detailed to say about that, I am sure.

But there’s more to it than that.

I have many personal recollections that run all the way back to when we first encountered each other. I was in fourth grade, he was in fifth at the old Sherman Elementary School near the corner of 23rd East and 33rd South. I was new to the school and neighborhood, I was also exceedingly unhappy. I had become a target on the playground, where Jim came to my defense more than once, even though he was ill prepared to put his fists where his mouth was.

A year later, we found ourselves in the same sixth grade classroom with a bully of a teacher who happened to like Jim one heckuva lot more than he did me. I was very, very  even more  distressed. As I struggled to describe this painful situation in a novel I wrote years later, I worried readers would rate it too bizarre even for fiction, never mind reality.

Shortly before our 45th high school class reunion I was in Salt Lake for a visit. A dozen of us had gathered at Lamb’s Grill downtown for lunch. Jim was there. I was talking to someone else when I overheard him say to another person at the table (Mark Theodore or Bill Cordray, I forget): “My most vivid memory from elementary school was Mr. Woodger bullying Ron from the first day of school to the last.” It stopped me dead in my tracks.” I turned to him, astonished, and asked: “Honestly, was it really that bad?” He answered: “It was worse, it was really scary.”

If I had reconnected with Jim earlier, I could have saved thousands of dollars spent on shrinks.

That said, he was also the great mastermind behind getting a bunch of us to sell Spudnuts door to door – thirty-five cents for a half dozen of the greasiest, unhealthiest things you ever saw or ate. But, man were they good. It was a loser of a proposition for me: I ate more than I sold.

I am very sorry he is so soon, way too soon gone. I may have more to say, later. But, his passing should remind us – if we need reminding – of the need for warmer words of friendship and love, regardless of or because of the idiosyncrasies that make each one of us unique.

Jim was a kind, sensitive man. He touched many of our lives, mine especially. He will be missed.

With warm regards,

Ron Scott

Boston, Massachusetts

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