Monday, June 25, 2018
One of my fondest memories of Jim comes from a weekend I spent at the farm. I think I would have been eight or nine. We had so much fun with our cousins, riding horses, having a rotten tomato fight in the field, lying on the floor, listening to the adults through the big round floor grate. I remember Jim cutting off the heads of chickens and letting one of them run around before we plucked the feathers. Jim was a great tease and I loved it! He had a kind spirit and was good fun. Rest well, my cousin!
