James Joseph McGrath

Dear Mary Margo and family, I still miss the kind easy way way Jim always had. He ways kind to all, one of his home room compadres at Santa Clara Class of 68

4 years has passed by since you went to heaven Jim, and we still think about you every day. I hope you are up there taming the good Lord´s mules and riding through heaven´s beautiful countryside on a mule-pulled wagon. R.I.P. Keep watching over us!!!

My Dad was rough tuff cowboy surfer. I loved taking trips to mule days in bishop with him and his cool friends. We would pack up jerky, whiskey and ice cold beer in are saddle bags for are long rides near bishop CA. He was definitely a endurance rider. He would tell me, “tighten up your sench on your saddle “ and I said it’s fine .
Well it was lose and I fell asleep and fell from atop the mule Candy into sage brush. Both of us where laughing . So many awesome times I had with my Dad....

Dear Mary, Margo and Family,
I was lucky to meet Jim in high school. The kind easy going person was a force for our football team. He was a great classmate. Always helpful to others, always a kind person.

John Ramirez
Santa Clara High School
1968

Spent lots of time riding the trails on many ranches, in the Sespe and Eastern Sierras with Jim. Driving wagons then became a passion with lots of good memories. Rest In Peace. Condolences to the family and all that lost a loved one and friend.
Steve & Cris Pfeiler

Jim was definitely one of a kind. I so liked being in his company. Always a fun time. Soft spoken, fast to smile, extremely nice; he will be missed by many. My nieces and nephews loved the rides with Jim at the pumpkin patch. I will never forget the BBQ's after dove hunting, and especially the time that I fell down in Jim's mule drawn wagon, and did not spill my margarita! Jim got a big kick out of my dexterity at that moment. Ah, Jim. RIP ol' friend.

Dad,
You were one of a kind!! The best Dad I ever could of had. We had so many fun times especially the trip to New Mexico to see Mom. We drove out in the red suburban and your Dwight Yoakam CD played on repeat, I can still hear it..."a thousand miles from no where, no place I'd rather be!" We stopped along the way by the Grand Canyon and bought a Spanish guitar, I still have it to this day, McKenna has taken it over!
Your grandchildren love you, their Papa Cado!! We loved when you...