Jed Sherman
Local Jed Sherman died yesterday. He was loved by many here. His friend Kim Sallaway said about him, “Jed was a true gentleman, a lucky dealer, and a proud papa.”
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to a Outstanding Man,,. We will Miss You Jed……. owner, and employees, Brass Rail….
Mel
Well a good sized crowd walked Jed from his house to his resting place in a redwood coffin at the Briceland cemetery this afternoon. Under the rather cool shade of fir trees he was placed and there were 8 shovels to help cover him over, but not before many mateelians had much niceness and love to share about Jed. Shawn read the MATEEL poem by Jim Deerhawk (Also reposed at Briceland Cemetery) and a good contingent of Harley’s showed as well.
There are not many people whom you remember anything from your first comversation but I remember talking to Jed about Indian Head nickels as buttons the first time I saw him as he pulled into town in the Gypsy-like trailer he and Shawn lived in.
In 70 years you live about 37 million minutes…here are 2 from Jed’s life…When the Beginnings firehouse was being built, during a work party, Jed pulled up, jumped out of his truck, came over and said…”I don’t have time to help right now but maybe these can” he said pulling 3 $100 Ben Franklins from his pocket and handing them over.
I always considered Jed a true JEDi. RIP, Bro.
Hi Ivan B. Nobody, this is “Jennifer the Nurse “from Taos, New Mexico. It’s been 10 years almost to the day, and I’m laughing/crying thinking of Jed.💜 He came to get me a few months ago when I was sick with COVID. Jed and about 1,000 other brothers on harleys, .riding some unmarked stretch of the cosmic highway, surrounded by the night sky and billions of stars. Jed stood silently in front of me with a gentle smile, waiting for me to understand. He had on black leathers (vest and pants) and a dark blue long sleeve t shirt, no patches… but he has a small round solid gold pin on his left shoulder, the size of a penny. He was beautiful . I told him I wasn’t ready to leave yet, I wanted to at least meet my grandchildren. He smiled and was suddenly on his bike again. With a wave headed off to the next stop. He still feels like Jed, only more so. About a year before Jed died we had a long talk about what we each planned to do after this life ended. Jed hadn’t decided yet what he wanted to do next. We told each other who ever dies first will come for the other when it’s time. We shook on it. 💜 {During Jed’s memorial in N.M., a brother from California talked to me in the parking lot. He let me know that Jed had been telling friends in Cali about the time I jumped off a rolling Harley to save the life of a stranger. It’s me, “Jennifer the Nurse.”I don’t have any way of reaching out to any of you, but you can find me on Facebook under “Jennifer Richmond Furlow.” You can find my husband on Facebook too under “Malcolm Furlow.” He’s an artist. We love you guys. We never got the chance to get out to California and meet you all, but we love you. We feel connected. If any of you come through NM, look us up on fb and we’ll meet up. Much love and blessings to all of you. If you’re a friend of Jed’s, you’re in my heart and bones. 💜
Thank you. I didn’t know him but everyone who did talks about what a great guy he was.