James Alden Moore April 1, 1941 - November 28, 2024
Cottonwood, Idaho, to Inez Chadwick Moore and J. Steven Moore. During his childhood
summers, Jim helped his grandfather on his Idaho farm. The time spent innovating
repairs and improvements honed his natural mechanical ability. He was a machinist by
trade, manufacturing steel products. He became the foreman, then partner, then
forged a recycling business with his former boss, Jim Duane. Calling it DU-Mor
Recycling. He was the “more” part: with tenacity, grit, sweat, and blood, he made his
“scrappy” scrap yard the largest in the Inland Empire.
Jim was one of the last true men who took on the challenge of the West without
grousing, instead with workman’s pride, unstoppable will, and a contagion grin. You
could outdrink him– he didn't touch a drop; you could outfight him– he wasn’t a fighter,
But he’d outwork you six days a week and then meet you at dawn on Monday with duct tape on his leg from a chainsaw gash he got helping his mother on Sunday.
Throughout his life, Jim continued to learn about and practice ideas he found
interesting, and his inventiveness went well beyond tinkering. Appreciation for solar
houses led him to dig into the hillside on his property, creating a living space, a workout room, and a shop. By himself. With a backhoe. He thrived chaperoning field trips from Turnbull to Yellowstone with his grandkids, showing them camping skills he perfected as a Boy Scout. As he got older, he stayed active into his golden years, swimming in his pool, tending his garden, skiing every winter, and overseeing the business he built.
Jim’s million-dollar smile and no-nonsense affability will be missed by all who knew him. He’s in heaven now, petting a cat with his feet. If not, he’s enjoying the heat.