James Thielen was the son of Leo Matthias and Emily Frances Thielen. He was born in Portland, Oregon. James attended Columbia Prep then joined the army in 1946. He trained at Fort Lewis, Vancouver. James served in the Pacific Theater during World War II. Upon discharge from the Army he earned a Bachelor’s Degree from University of Portland and took graduate studies at Denver University. He was recalled to the Army as a Company Commander for the Korean Emergency and sent to France soon after his marriage. After James’ discharge from the service, he returned to Portland, where he worked in corporate Real Estate as an associate to Robert S. Newell, MAI. Jim and Shirley purchased their home in Seal Rock, 40+ years ago, after retirement, James made his permanent home in Seal Rock, Oregon with his wife Shirley.
He enjoyed bird watching, writing poetry, playing Bridge, golf, bowling, and taking road trips. He had an amazing voice, he loved singing with Shirley, and his kids. His singalongs with the family are historic. Dad took great pride in his prowess to teach his children, grandchildren and great grandchildren the skill of playing any kind of cards and winning, of course. Irish Lord was his favorite stretch of beach, which he named, just down the street from where he lived. Jim was a Silver Master at Contract Bridge. He played Bridge as often as possible up until November when his declining health forced him to quit. He was a published poet and member of TUESDAY, a Central Coast writing group. He is survived by his spouse, Shirley, of 60 years, his 7 children and their spouses; Heidi and Rob Ware of Seal Rock, David and Katy Thielen of Tigard, Patti and Craig Page of Fort Worth, Tx, Philip and Wendy Thielen of Portland, Or, Sheila and Reid Garber of Astoria, Greg and Kelsie Thielen, of Florence,Or and Jake and Tara Thielen of Portland, 15 grandchildren and 6 great grand children. He will be fondly remembered by his many relatives, friends, bridge players, and fellow poets for being a giant man with a kind heart full of wit and humor.
You are welcome to attend a celebration of his life at his home on Feb 19th from 2pm -4pm.
Strange, at first, to wake and find you pressed to me,
feel my quick pulse waltz to the beat of your heart,
in the black west, a red moon, bloodied by coming sun,
dies beyond a phosphorescent shimmer of surf;
You stir to secrets whispered by the sand,
a sudden start when an Oyster-catcher cries,
your fingers touch my face and you subside;
sleep, then, until our bodies meet the tide.
Arrangements being entrusted to Bateman Funeral Home.