David Denomy
My fondest memory of Jim was in the basement of his parents home. My dad (Uncle Donald) and mom drove us from Massachusetts to visit during Thanksgiving, I was probably 7 or 8. He had just come back from hunting squirrel and was dressing it in the basement. I just remember him treating it like it was nothing, I had never seen anyone eat a squirrel before and I was probably traumatized seeing the little squirrel in pieces.
That Thanksgiving will always play in my head, the house was full of people,good cheer, and wonderful memories.

