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Carol Jessen posted a condolence
Thursday, February 4, 2016
Barbara, So sorry to hear at support group yesterday that your husband had passed. Our thoughts are with you and your family during this difficult time.
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Karen June Grant posted a condolence
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
First I wanted to thank all of you for being here today to celebrate my Dad, to reminisce with us and to say our final goodbyes. My heart has been heavy with grief but also lifted with so much love and kindness.
I want to read a quote from writer Umberto Eco, which sums up what I want to share today.
"I believe that what we become depends on what our fathers teach us at odd moments, when they aren't trying to teach us. We are formed by little scraps of wisdom."
I spent the last week at my father's bedside reflecting on those little scraps of wisdom - those gifts he shared while living his every day life. I want to share some of them with you.
My Dad gave me the gift of my heritage. In 1997, when I had just graduated from college we took a family trip to Greece to visit my Papou's village. The village of Arfara is located in the Peloponnese near the city of Kalamata. Papou had four sisters (Irene, Theodora, Martha & Voula). In their youth and again in their later years, they all lived in the family house built by his great-grandfather. My first visit to Arfara gave me a feeling of returning home that I had never experienced before. I have taken many trips there over the years now. 6 years ago the last of his aunts, Voula passed away and left the family house to my father. He then passed the house onto me. I now lovingly maintain it for the next generation. During our summers there we have grown close to family and neighbors and have become a part of the village. Our experiences there have touched and grown me in a way that could only come from our deep family roots there. When my Dad passed away on Thursday, the bells were rung in the village and his name was read at the altar and I know there were a lot of welcoming hugs and kisses in heaven.
My Dad gave me the world. He had many opportunities to travel over the years even living and working in Germany just after I was born. I believe traveling and seeing the world changes us and grows us and he felt the same. My Dad was very careful with money. We had a lovely home, but money was never spent on frivolous things. Things that were broken were fixed and cars were purchased used. Money was spent on education and opportunities. In my high school years he sent me to tour with our local orchestra to South East Asia and to Australia and New Zealand. He also sent me as an exchange student to Germany. These years of travel broadened my view of the world and showed me the beauty in differences and culture as well as the common threads that run through all of our lives. In small ways these experiences gave me the confidence to move away for college in Pennsylvania and to move to Boston when I graduated. In larger ways these experiences made it natural to travel to Russia to bring home our son when he was just 2 years old. When Jason, Kolya and I traveled to Greece to lay my Aunt Voula to rest our dear neighbor Maria encouraged us to come back and spend the summer. We spent 8 weeks in Arfara that summer and now Kolya is forever changed too.
My Dad gave me the love of education. He was a life long learner. When I was a child and would ask his help with school work, he would launch into long explanations and examples and he was always eager to run to the bookshelf and grab an encyclopedia or book on the subject. At the time I hated this! I just wanted the answer! But his excitement was contagious and I have turned into a life long learner just as eager to annoy my son with long-winded explanations.
My Dad gave me the gift of the love of the past. He loved to collect clocks, furniture and frankly anything that caught his eye - whether it was the craftsmanship, aesthetic or historic meaning. Most weekends of my childhood were spent at auction halls, flea markets, clock meetings and garage sales. He took me everywhere with him and I was always proud to be at his side. He always introduced me to his friends and let me do my own exploring. The clock meetings always had a buffet of donuts or bagels and cream cheese and I always got a Kit Kat at the auction hall in return for promising NOT to raise my hand, so that didn't hurt either! My weekends are still spent antiquing and collecting and my business and personal life are very much steeped in the love of the past and the story behind the objects in my life.
My Dad gave me the gift of making. Since he was a child, he love working with wood. Creating a table for his mother shaped in the silhouette of a cat with a tray balanced on its tail. He made many things for our home while I was growing up and I loved sanding scraps of wood and sitting in his workshop. The minute I came up with an idea he would set right to sketching and a short time later the finished product would be in my hands. I was the only child in the 3rd grade with a handmade hinged wood mailbox for my Valentines! In my adult life, we would be talking on the phone I would mention offhand that I need a bookshelf for my house that would make use of its tall ceilings. A couple of weekends later, he would be driving from NY to Boston with a perfectly sized bookshelf on his trailer. Because of this example, when my son came home from Kindergarten saying that he needed a small blanket for rest time, but he wanted a brown, orange and blue quilt with his name and the Transformer's symbol on it … guess what I made that weekend?
My Dad gave me the gift of helping others. While I was growing up I was lucky enough to have three of my grandparents and my great Aunts Mary and Harriet in my life. Many weekends and vacations were spent visiting them in Massachusetts and Connecticut. Wherever we arrived, there was always a list waiting for my Dad - faucets needing to be fixed, gutters needing to be cleaned, clocks needing to be maintained and so on. I never once heard a grumble. He would get straight to work and check everything off the list. In a society now where we don't always naturally reach out to help our elders, I am so thankful for this example. And you guessed it, Jason and I now get a list when we show up at Mom's house!
My Dad shared his final gift with me this week. When he could no longer talk or even lift a finger and a passerby would think he couldn't even be aware of our presence in the room, he imparted to me the gift of compassion. In this week he gave me the gift of comforting him. We read from the biographies of Eleanor Roosevelt and Benjamin Franklin and of course the NAWCC Clock Bulletin. I hummed to him and comforted him when he was in distress and was just present with him comforted by the rise and fall of his chest. In this week, God gave us many gifts with the loving care of the nurses and aides at Ferncliff Nursing Home who further displayed compassion in ways I had never experienced. At a particularly low moment an aide stepped into my Dad's room and sat at his side gently touching him and telling him, "James, you were made for heaven. We are made for heaven."
Thank you Dad for all of these gifts. I promise to share these scraps of wisdom with my son.
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april covert posted a condolence
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
It was my honor to have served Jim and his family when they needed it the most. God has called him home, I will be praying for peace and comfort in your time of mourning. Jim was a quiet and loving man. Thank you for allowing us to care for him and you. Feel free to stay in touch. Sincerely, April Covert
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Jill and Mike Sarisky posted a condolence
Tuesday, February 2, 2016
Barbara and Karen - We are so Very Sorry to hear about Jim's death. He was a gentle, kind man. We remember our dinners together when Karen and Darren were young - always scheduled on a non-clock meeting weekend. We loved his quiet sense of humor, and his love for both of you. Blessings of love as your grieve for him, and remember the good times you had.
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Bob & Jacquie Gracic posted a condolence
Tuesday, February 2, 2016
Jim was not only a gentle person but also a Gentleman. We will miss him walking on Humarock Beach, the beach he so loved from his childhood to the most recent past. We are sorry for your loss and please take comfort in knowing that we,in no small part, share that loss. He was a a fine person. 2 Corinthians 5:1 Bob & Jacquie Graci
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George and Nancy Wade posted a condolence
Monday, February 1, 2016
Barbara: Thinking of you and your family at this difficult time. Our thoughts and prayers are with you all.
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Jody Mulvihill posted a condolence
Monday, February 1, 2016
Dear Barbara, My heart goes out to you and your family at the loss of this wonderful, gentle man. Your lengthy and difficult journey has ended. Take comfort in knowing that you were not just his wife, but his protector, advocate and guardian angel throughout his illness. Being a small part of that journey I hold you in deepest respect for your courage and love. It was an honor to know him.
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Nelson Kiang posted a condolence
Monday, February 1, 2016
I met Jim through my wife, Barbara. Jim and his Barbara were the only non-family guests at our wedding. Jim was a superb craftsman; every year he would find a new imaginative way to package Campbell's pepperpot soup (my favorite)after it was no longer stocked in Boston stores. One year it would be a wooden cart, another year it would be a miniature fire-alarm box, yet another year, a pseudo packing crate. He was not only a good workman but a most imaginative one. In his quiet, modest way, he brought pleasure to his family and friends. -Nelson Kiang
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Barbara Norris Kiang posted a condolence
Monday, February 1, 2016
I first met Jim in Boston in 1967 when he and my then-roommate, Barbara Brennan, started dating. Soon, I participated in their wedding. After they moved, I visited them many times in Poughkeepsie, and Karen's arrival added a new dimension to our visits. Jim has been a good and dependable friend over the years - always helpful, always pleasant, and ready with interesting, wry comments about the world. His antique clock finds grace our house and his imaginative gifts always amused and pleased us. Despite the miles that separate us, Barbara, Karen, and Jim have remained 3 of my favorite friends. It was a pleasure and privilege to know Jim. I have missed him during the years of his illness and miss him now that he is gone. My husband, Nelson, joins me in sending condolences to our good friends. -Barbara Norris Kiang
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Tom Murphy posted a condolence
Sunday, January 31, 2016
We overlapped the same years atIBM.. Jim always had a smile when we met in the halls. Peace.
