I didn't call him "James" or "Jim". To me he was Uncle "Winton". I saw him a handful of times per year growing up. His wife was my Dad's sister, my Aunt "Vernie". What they did for us kids when we were young was something I'll never forget. They always went out of their way to make sure we had a nice Christmas or a good Thanksgiving dinner.
My favorite gift was a transistor radio. I was maybe eight when we got them for Christmas. I listened to that radio for years after. That thing was a tank! Many a Bears game was on that radio while I mowed the lawn, walked around, or just hung out. Winton and Vernie always had a knack for getting us a "cool" present that was fun, not just something we would play with a time or two, but gifts that we kept playing, at least until we broke them.
Winton had a gleam and a twinkle in his eye. You couldn't help but like him. He was an honorable man and it was my honor to have known him. I didn't know he was born on Pearl Harbor Day until tonight. That adds another element to his life.
For Jay, Peggy and Jim's family, my sincere condolences.