James (Jim) Hubert Harter, born on November 21, 1942, in Independence, Missouri, passed away peacefully on February 19, 2026, leaving behind a legacy rooted in hard work, humor, love, and the simple joys of a life well lived.

Jim grew up on the family farm, a backdrop that shaped his character for the rest of his life. The values he learned there—resourcefulness, resilience, and a deep appreciation for the land— remained with him always. He carried those lessons into adulthood, often sharing stories of his childhood with anyone lucky enough to listen. His tales of farm life, crafted with his trademark humor and vivid detail, became cherished memories for his children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren.

Jim was preceded in death by his parents, Dorothy (Kipp) Harter and Elmer Harter, his brothers Donald and Kenneth Harter, and his infant son Brian Jay Harter. Though he endured these profound losses, he remained steadfast in his devotion to his family and continued to build a life defined by love and connection.

He is survived by his loving wife, Debbie Harter, who was his constant companion and partner for 32 years. Jim’s legacy continues through his children: Kelly Hinds (Greg), Karen Franco (Paul Anthony), Bill Harter (Theresa), and Jill Harter, each of whom carries forward pieces of his strength, humor, and creativity. He is also survived by his sisters Jeanne Ewan (Tom) and Susan Brown (Nick), whose bonds with Jim remained strong throughout the years.

Jim’s grandchildren—Brandon Hinds; Justin Hinds (Bridget); Chance Franco; Emily Franco; and Jacob Franco—were a source of tremendous pride and joy. He delighted in watching them grow, teaching them, teasing them, and cheering them on. His great-grandchildren—Kaden, Rosalyn, Liam, Keegan, and Jaxon Hinds—brought him immeasurable happiness. To them, he was not just a great-grandfather but a storyteller, a fixer of all things, and a gentle presence whose smile could brighten any room.

He also held close the “daughter of his heart,” Sharon Sherbina (Vitaly), who shared a meaningful and enduring bond with him.

Jim’s hobbies reflected his resourcefulness and creativity. He found peace in gardening, pride in woodworking, and joy in tinkering with anything mechanical. Tractors and steam engines especially fascinated him—reminders of the rural life he cherished. His hands were rarely still; whether building something new, fixing something old, or transforming discarded items into beautifully upcycled treasures, he created pieces that will continue to be loved and used for years to come.

He was an avid reader, a patient fisherman, and a man who never turned down an opportunity to enjoy the outdoors. And of course, Jim was known for his famous homemade pickles, a recipe passed down from his mother—made with care, shared generously, and eaten enthusiastically.

He had a gift for finding purpose in simple things and beauty in the everyday. His warmth, humility, and steady presence made him someone people naturally gathered around.

Jim leaves behind a family strengthened by his love, lessons, and laughter. Though his absence leaves an irreplaceable void, the memories he created will continue to guide, comfort, and inspire all who knew and loved him.