JAMES M. STOREY

Jim and Isabelle were my tenants in Boston for several years before they moved to Maine full-time. We met purely by chance in the lobby of Tremont On The Common, where I owned a condo and they were seeking to rent a unit. It was serendipitous. They became my tenants and we quickly became good friends. Jim was the quintessential gentleman, a well-read, great conversationalist and dinner companion and always a considerate friend. I miss his beautifully handwritten correspondence on proper...

To you all: my father, Bliss Carnochan, and Jim were great friends. Jim and Isabelle came to my first wedding, in fact. My dad died just a couple of months before Jim. I was sitting with Dad, in his last days, when he was cogent but knew he was leaving us. He and Jim spoke on the speakerphone, and I'll never forget hearing those two formally-raised older men saying, "I love you" to each other. I'm sorry Jim is gone, and I keep him in my memory.

Dear Eliza, Tim and I send our warmest thoughts to you and your family. My memories of working for your father at Gaston Snow are `bubbling around´, there are many! I got to know his family a little during my time with him, all the names are familiar after all these years, so it´s a real trip down memory lane. Attending Symphony concerts, and maybe an Opera, with Isabelle (during office hours!) were much appreciated. Please let her know my thoughts are with her at this time. Thinking...