I was very sad to learn about the passing of uncle Jim. A lovely man, I never heard him say a bad word about anybody, always pleasant, always affable and delightful company, he will be sadly missed by his family, many friends and relatives.
Jim was my dad's best mate. They met during the war whilst serving in the Royal Marines and while on leave Jim got to know dad's sister, my aunt Gladys, and the rest is history!
My earliest recollections of uncle Jim were at bonfire nights when they lived in Preston. These gatherings were a delight for us kids; fireworks, treacle toffee, parched peas and meat and potato pie. Jim's natural kindly paternal but firm discipline ensured fair play all round; he made everyone put their fireworks in a large box then we all took it in turns to take a pick so that there was no squabbling! Christmas was a wonder. The house was festooned with decorations, it was far more spectacular than any Santa Clause's grotto and there was always a real tree in the parlour illuminated with countless lights and of course everyone was welcome. Even after 60 or more years I have many joyful memories of these times.
In mourning Jim's passing we must also celebrate his life. Remember the good times, the laughter, his love of family and the company of friends. God bless you Jim, the world has lost a truly nice guy but you live on in the memory of those who had the privilege to know you.
