James F. Flynn

When I was very little (4 or 5), Uncle Jim and Aunt Carol had me to stay for about a week. No doubt it was the first time I had been away from my home and family for so long, but I don't recall feeling homesick or afraid. I do remember their warmth and their kind attention, and their fascinating pug dog. I felt that same warmth and kindness from Uncle Jim when I spent some time in the Boston area some thirty years later. He went out of his way to make it easier for me while I was searching...

It was a pleasure having known Mr. Flynn for the past 17 years as his next door neighbor. My Flynn was a kind, gentle, caring man who cherished life and enjoyed having all the neighborhood kids around him. He enjoyed taking pictures of all of us, then he would try to either draw us or paint us. Always humble and was his worst critic of his art. We enjoyed spending Thanksgiving with him and he never missed one of my kids b-day parties where he came with his camera to make sure he once again...

Great Uncle not only indicates his place on a family tree to me, but who & what type of person he was. He wasn't a judgemental person. He had a personality that people just enjoyed being around. He will be greatly missed by everyone who had a chance to meet him.

There is so much more to be said of Uncle Jim than can be contained in a few sentences in this memory book. Like so many men of his generation he served his country in uniform. Jim attained the rank of Master Sergeant in the U.S.A.A.F. He served in P Group in a Bomb Wing of the 8th Air Force and was stationed in England until the Normandy invasion. His Group advanced to France as airfields large enough for B-17's were secured for use. In the post-war years Jim used his artistic eye in...