James H. Cowan III

I remember my cousin Jimmy as a quiet but caring person. In particular, I recall the time he came by himself to visit my family when we lived in Iowa City around 1967 or 1968. He stayed for a couple of days. During that time, he spent hours with me and my sisters, riding bikes and talking. I’m not sure what brought him to spend those couple of days at our house, but it did make an impression on me as a young girl of seven or eight. He was kind, fun loving, and willing to spend time with us,...