Here are some pictures of Uncle Jim, my Dad's oldest bother.  The picture on the top left was taken around 1919 and the one on the top right was taken in the 1930s. The bottom one was taken in 1982.

Like with Tate, I have many memories of Jim. After we moved to North Carolina, we would stay with Jim & Sarah when we visited Fairfield.  For many of those visits, my great aunts Draper & Josephine Fultz lived with them also. 

I remember that Draper would always make homemade yeast rolls for our visit.  One time, Jim remarked that he wished we would visit more often because it was the only time he got homemade rolls.  He would mockingly say, Jack is coming so we have to bake rolls; Jack is coming so we have to bake a cake, etc. That was his sense of humor.

Jim would rise very early to milk the cows and he would listen to the radio while he milked.  Sometimes he would hear a joke that he would play on his wife later.  One famous incident involved breakfast.  When he came into the house after milking, Sarah asked him how he wanted his eggs cooked.  He said, "One fried and one scrambled."  When she brought the eggs over to him, he looked at the plate and said, "Oh, Sarah, you scrambled the wrong one!"  He repeated that story and just laughed hard.  I gathered that he almost ended up wearing the eggs.  But Sarah would usually just say, "Oh, Jim!" and purse her lips and roll her eyes. 

But Jim didn't have to rely on the radio to show his sense of humor.  One day Sarah & I were talking about calves born as twins and born dead.  She said there was a term that they used to describe when twin calves were born and one was not living.  But she couldn't remeember the term.  So she said, "Jim, what do you say when a twin calf is stillborn?"  And he replied, "Well, I say it's a damn shame."  Which elicited another. "Oh, Jim!"