What I remember most about Papa Jim is in line with some of the other messages left here. As a kid I would get packages containing books on whatever subject I was currently intrigued with. We lived in CT throughout my childhood and didn't get to see our FL brethren more then once a year if that. Handwritten letters were sent back and forth, with him telling me about his garden (I was fascinated with the elephant ears!) and small details of Florida life. I remember in one letter he congratulated me on using the "lost art" of sending letters, something my young self took to heart about how a thing like a written letter, so small and easy to do can make all the difference in someone's day. I received a full share of the Servies love for books, and would still like a library room like he had!
I remember being very small and playing in a cardboard train (I think it was a train) they would set up in the living room.
Walking around the yard and him pointing out the different flowers and vegetables.
Sitting on the piano bench listening to him play, wishing my small fingers could move that fast.
Papa you will be missed! I'm so glad you got to meet your great grandson Lucas before you left. And I'm planting elephant ears at the new house! :)