Jonathan David Dahle
December 6, 1950 ~ July 9, 2025
Born in:
Fargo, North Dakota
Resided in:
Fargo, North Dakota
Jonathan David (Jon) Dahle passed away peacefully in his home in Fargo, ND, on Wednesday, July 9, 2025.
He was born on December 6, 1950, to Ottis B. Dahle and Margarette Ann Somdahl Dahle. Jon attended Fargo North High School and Moorhead State Teachers College.
Over the years, Jon owned and operated several businesses including homebuilding, concrete, automotive repair, and wild rice harvesting. He had a lifelong passion for fine woodworking and carving. He liked spending time on his property near Richwood, MN, along with hunting around Gackle, ND, with his longtime friends from Fargo.
In addition to his parents, Ottis and Margarette, Jon was preceded in death by a brother, Ottis N. Dahle. He is survived by brothers Richard (Mary), of Terre Haute, IN, and Karl (Geri) Snnyder, CO, and numerous nieces and nephews.
Sincere condolences to Jon’s Family. Jon was a dear friend who I met about 35 years ago through his cousin Lee Dahle. Jon was a talented artist and a perfectionist when it came to his art. He was an entrepreneur who was always looking to the future, often innovating while taking a risk and had the ability to see opportunities. He was always up for a fun time and loved meeting new people. Jon was determined to stay independent, (always educating people about MS) while the two of us planned how to remodel his condo to make it work given his disability, often to the consternation of the hired contractor. Most of all, he had a kind caring heart which was clearly evident when he took care of his elderly Mother. RIP, Jon, you will be missed.
So sorry for your loss, it is not easy loosing a family member or friend, my sincere condolences
So sorry for your loss, it is not easy loosing a family member or friend, my sincere condolences.
Sorry for your loss. Jon was a neighbor when they lived 10 st and 13 ave n. We were right behind him on 9 st. Played in grade school. Then he moved out of the neighborhood. But I remember the pigeons he kept in the backyard. He was a little older than me but we still hung out. He always had a smile.
So sorry for your loss.