May God bless you and your...
My first memory of Jimmy is a time when we were both at Gram's house on James Street. He was a teenager with a paper route, so I must have been about 6 years old. I remember Jimmy very patiently showing me how to fold the papers into the neat squares that would be thrown onto porches in the neighborhood. I loved him for his quiet patience, don't ever remember him being angry. Whenever we talked, we would remember the old family days. I won't have anyone now who can remember those times. ...
Gail Oakes
March 26, 2009 | Clifton Park


