It is with deepest sympathy I write this memory for James' family.  He dearly loved his family and was so proud of all of you. In our last phone conversation he talked about family; talked about dear friends he had in his life; about Kay Helen and what a wonderful wife and mother she was. Now, he has joined her in eternity.
James was special even as a teenager. Everyone liked him and I've never to this day heard anyone say anything critical about him. As a junior, the Marshall High School Maverick Football team elected him Co-captain along with a senior player. Quite an honor for a junior, especially for one who probably already preferred golf. He was of such good nature everyone, boys and girls, considered him a friend. He remained the same sincere, kind person throughout his life and called many of us from time to time simply, he would say, "to check in".  It's unbearable to think he won't be at our 60th reunion in October. He will be missed so much.
The memory I will share happened our senior year in high school.  In September, 1960, James invited me to be his date for the Homecoming Dance. This was several months before the event. By the time Homecoming came, I was fortunate enough to be chosen Homecoming Queen. When I explained to James the Homecoming Queen and her date were expected to dance the first dance on the gym floor by themselves while everyone else watched, he was more than surprised...he was shocked and terrified. He admitted he had never danced in his life.  When I told my mother James didn't know how to dance, she immediately said "We will teach him!" I can't remember how many lessons he had in my living room after school, but he mastered the "box step" before the dance. And when we danced the first dance ( box-stepping all the way) his football buddies, who knew it was truly his first dance ever, cheered him on and teased him. Even though he said it was scary,  it was clear he was pleased with himself.  What a sweet soul he was.
Harriett Eaker Adams