In the summer of 1959 we (Father James Wilcox Sayre, mother Elaine, and sisters Kathy, Libby, Pam, and Steph) traveled to Crawford Co. for the funeral of my Aunt Olive.  Aside from being bitten by Uncle Royden's pony (Mary, I think), sampling a peach with Aunt Martha, and the new stainless steel milk tank, my most vivid memory is of Jimmy taking me fishing at the pond across the road from the farm.  We didn't catch anything, but did have a HUGE fish jump just in front of us, a thrill that lives in me to this day.  Thank you Jimmy, for being like a big brother to me.

With fondest memories and regards,

Jim Sayre