James Kenneth Pore

Jim I am really going to miss you . You were like a brother I never had .all the good times we had drag racing , drinking beer , good thing beep could never figure out how to put his spark plug wires back on when he was drunk ! I never did get to pay you back for painting my toe nails the night I passed out in the Keys . All the fun times we had in myrtle beach . one time i visited you up in Boston i wrecked his bike in the driveway . then we had a beach party so i pulled my truck on the sand needless to say thanks to the local tow truck i got back off the beach .one time we were diving in the keys had a lot of fish by me later I found out  he filled my pockets with crackers. then he hooked me to some guys fishing line that guys still telling stories about the big one that got away . thanks for all the great memories i could tell stories for hours . I going to miss you !

Jim did a lot of work on cars in his Dad’s garage but moved over to our garage and driveway when he and Brian had to have an overhead winch to remove the engine out of one of Jim’s cars.  It took a while but they got it done.  However, they left big parts behind in our garage where they stayed for many years until Uncle Rudy finally cleaned things up.

 One time when Jim was visiting his Dad here in PA he came over to our house expecting to get iced tea …He was surprised that I didn’t have any iced tea made …so he bought us an iced tea maker to make sure we would have iced tea the next time he came home.   That’s Jim …always so thoughtful and generous.

 

   We love and miss you,

   Aunt Lois and Uncle Rudy

Jim,  I remember one day at my parents'  (Aunt Lois and Uncle Rudy) house when you had come home for a visit.  We were eating dinner.  I was sitting across from you and you were talking about the novel you were going to write.  We were both talking about writing.  Something deep in that great big heart of yours was yearning to speak to the world, to bring to life your deep thoughts and questons and life experiences, to let your pen touch the words, and immortalize them for eternity.  Oh the passion with which you spoke of writing, of having something to say, of changing the world!  Jimmy, write your novel now!  Let the words fly in loving, tender memories for Renee and Marissa and Gracie and for all who knew and loved you!  Let the angels rejoice and let the Lord bless your work as He sees your huge, passionate, loving, giving heart once again spilling over to enrich the world.  Oh Jim, with what great love you lived and now continue to live!  May the Lord bless your Renee and your Marissa and your Gracie and all of your family and friends!

 

Another memory, Jim, and this is more than a memory -- it's a reality.  This is your love for the Lord!  Oh how you hungered and thirsted for Him.  Oh how you wanted to walk with Him and walk like Him.  As much as you used to make people smile and be happy, I am sure you made His great big Father heart smile and be happy!  It is inspiring and humbling to see a man walk closely with the Lord.  Thank you, Jim, for showing us how to do that!

 

We love you so very dearly, Jim.  Thanks for being a wonderful part of our lives.

Sheran, Alan, Mark

A quick list to make us smile and maybe laugh today. I think we all need it.

 

-My mom used to tell me this -- She always wanted to have  all boys until she had my brother.  He was enough. 

 

-Brian says Jimmy was an adventurer. His first adventures were as a toddler. My uncle would lift him over the fence (they lived next door) to play with Brian, and down the road Jimmy would go. Now I understand.

 

-Jimmy would always hide in the closet or under the bed to scare my sister Nancy when we were young.  (I always would let him!).

 

-When we were early teens and pre-teens, Jimmy had us play hide and seek. Not the usual - anywhere up and down the block was free play.  I could never figure out how he would find us all. Years later he finally confessed.  He climbed up the roof (from the back porch) and watched were we all went to hide.

 

-My dad did not want to teach me to drive. If you ask, he'll still tell you today that he never thought I would learn how.  So Jimmy was selected as the person to teach me. I'm the typical girl. I could tell you how to get anywhere in a 20 mile radius. That is what I paid attention to. I never paid attention to the pedals etc.   Jimmy took me down the street to our school parking lot.   I'll never get over the look of dismay he had when I hit the gas pedal instead of the break and almost ran his silver mustang into the school. Needless to say, the job the delegated to my mom.

 

-Jimmy was part of a band in highschool and he was the drummer.  He got this fanastic idea to light his drumsticks on fire.   (I was a baton twirler who also twirled fired).  He copied the idea from the baton, wrapped the drumsticks, and borrowed my white gasoline.   At the end of the night, during their last big song, he lit his drums sticks on fire and of course end up burning up his drums as well. But the crowd loved it!

 

-The Air filter story - read my sister's Nancy memory.

 

-This is a long one so hang in there -- It was my first year of college and Jim was up in Plymouth, Mass.  I finally made plans to take my first airplane ride and visit him on spring break. I ended up being really sick, but still went.   When I arrived, he announced that he put me in an ocean front hotel room where he was staying.  He was very proud of that fact.  That night a blizzard arrived which isn't unusal still being March.   I fell dead asleep from being sick and finally woke up 11 am the next morning to Jimmy banging on the door.  The blizzard had evidently brought in some strong waves and there was seaweed in the storm door of the hotel door.  We were both amazed at the seaweed being there and the fact that I slept through it all and never heard a thing. 

 

-Jimmy once told my husband that the Andy Griffith show was the best ever.

 

-He once had me make chocolate chip cookies with double the chips.

 

-This one is for you Renee -- When you two  met, he called me and said he met the most wonderful person on earth.   

 

-When he found out he and Renee were expecting (Marissa), he called me. His message was "na na" we beat you first.  Marissa is 6 months older than my son Chris.  I didn't even know we were in a race.  But he was so proud and he should be. Marissa is great and so is Gracie!

 

-I went to a Halloween party October 2006 where his band was playing.   I speaking with someone I never met and who did not know who I was.   The person said to me "the drummer has it going on".

 

Love to all

 

 

Plenty of memories, earlier I shared Jims love for family and cars. I would like to share a story of Jim being a hero. When we were 18 years old, we helped shingle a house in our neighborhood.  We removed the slate roof and repaired some damaged wood without a problem. While installing the tar paper, the roll started to fall off the roof I reached for it the same time someone working off a ladder reached for it with an open utility knife which found my right forearm.  Jim sprang into action; I had to hold pressure on my arm to slow down the loss of blood.  He somehow got me turned around and helped me down the ladder. Safe on the ground they wrapped my arm with something to apply direct pressure to it.  Jim said something like “get him in my car, I’ll drive him to the hospital.”  Jim had an excuse to drive as fast as he could, passing cars at will. I was getting pretty groggy but I remember him saying “Hold up your arm” we were in a lot of traffic and he was going around them. At the emergency room  I must have told them I got cut with a knife, little did I know until later, Jim was being questioned by the Police about what happened (they must have thought we were in a fight.)   They let him back to see me and we laughed about the whole thing.  I thank God Jimmy was there that day.  I’m sporting a scar on my right arm over three inches long. Memories about Jim, yes I have memories I will never forget, all good.        Brian Clay

 

For all you Cowboys and Texas  remember Jim loved football especially the Steelers, so when they play each other this year think of Jim and don’t be so hard on the Steelers.