Jim was my older brother, I am one of a few people around, one other being our younger sister, that can say I new him all my life. He was about 17 months old when I was born and I have memories of my brother from about the age of two. I was only about 3 when my brother started to kindergarten, he started when he was younger than most. At that time there was very few families with more that one car, so he would walk to school with other children that lived around us that were in grade school; the school was only about a block of two away. I remember pestering our mom asking where was my brother and when would he be home. After about a week of this she started letting me walk down the street about time for school to let out, where she could see me, and I would wait for my brother. I can still remember the excitement I would have when I saw him.
I can also remember when we were about that age playing in the ditch in front of the house. I fell in and hurt me knee and started to cry, then my brother helped me up. While this was going on the Bama Pie men who was about to make a delivery to the little store next door saw us. So he stopped, told us it was all right, then gave us each a cherry Bama pie. We played in that ditch more often after that, but the Bama pie man did not come back. For those that may not understand how different the time was in the 1950s, more than half the homes in the neighborhood had small children and the neighbors would keep an eye out on each other children. The outdoors was where we all hung out most days.
I have a lot of memories of my bother I remember watching him play baseball in grade school; he loved baseball. I also recall when he went on one of his first Boy Scout camp outs. I did not want him to go and I wanted to go to; so after a while they finely let me go with them.
I could go on and tell stories from about every phase of his life. Like when he was in Viet Nam, I wanted to send him a present, something he would like and maybe was not able to get there. Like I said, Jim liked baseball and played it from grade school through high school. He was a basemen and was always sucking on sunflower seeds when they had the field. So, I went to the grocery down the road where my brother had worked while in school, and asked if they could sell me a case of sunflower seeds. When I told him what I was doing, he gave me a discount and I bought the case. So off they went to Jim in Viet Nam.
He will be missed by many, but none more than his family and Nancy, his bride of 55 years, she was a junior in high school when they started dating. The faith they share is her anchor, the promise of their future reunion her comfort.