Gone Fishing
No one really knows why my uncle Jim was called Jab. His youngest sister thinks it was because he talked a lot. One of his friends says that his dad was also called "Jab". Anyone that could have told us for sure is gone to wherever one goes when they leave this earth. Jab died last week in the early morning hours. He was my last uncle, my mom's youngest brother and I loved him a lot. He was one of the kindest, most real people I have ever known. Jab's real name was James Lynwood. He was named after his dad, my grandpa who was James Valentine, and also an older brother, James Wesley, who died when he was less than a year old. My sister and I probably are the only ones who still called him Jab. Left to right: My sister, Barb, me, Uncle Jab. I don't remember the dog's name Left to right: Grandma Maxfield, Jab, his sister in law Delores, and me. He wrecked his brother Kenneth's car when he came home on leave from the Marines.