My thoughts and prayers are with Arlene and her family.I will always remember the good times that we shared with
Arlene and Jim -- the cute names that we called each other -- the trips and the fun games we played. Sending you each a hug. He will be missed.</b></font><br><br>
Ellen Smith (niece)
Thoughts are so difficult to put down when you are still so upset about having to send off someone to meet the rest of the clan! I remember great times in Canada, especially one day when I was in an extreme hurry to visit the "out house" - I came ripping up the winding path, it was on a knoll as I recall - to turn the corner - open the door and there he was fully seated with a grin on his face, "Hi Ellie, you in a hurry". You guessed it - it was almost unecessary to need the outhouse facility after that!
With the help of my Aunt Arlene these two taught me more card games than I can ever remember.
I will miss the great stories of my dad Jim and the great hugs and wonderful smiles, but know that he definitely should be at home where he is.
Sorry to have missed the send off Arlene, you know we love you.</b></font><br><br>
Wanted to let you know what a blessing it is to have you for my Mom! I have a lot of Dad in me, but I also have a lot of you.
As you go through this period in your life, know that you are never alone.
You have us kids and many, many wonderful friends who would do anything for you!
Never feel that it is an imposition to ask anyone for anything you may need.
God is the Geat Healer and He uses many different things to help you heal. Please allow those who care about you to be part of your healing.
I love you and I hope that my words help and do not hurt. I am here for you, as are Bonnie and Peggy and the rest of the family, for a hug, shared tears, whatever you may need.
Your Proud (& Only) Son, Jim</b></font><br><br>
I am the only son of James and Arlene Carpenter. I am the “lagger” of the family and the last of the clan. In a day and age where single parents and broken homes seem to be more common than couples who have been married for life, I have been blessed with loving parents who had a good marriage that lasted 57 years. I cannot remember a time when I did not feel loved.
Dad was always larger than life to me. He was a man who worked hard and played hard. He built me a tree house in the back yard and hung a basketball hoop so I could shoot baskets. There are so many memories and so many things that he taught me. We remember the way his jaw would jut out when he was mad, his famous 2-minute jobs (which most often, would take a lot longer!) and his naps in the evening, which none of us kids dared disturb!
Whatever he did at any given time, whether it was something he enjoyed such as playing golf or a chore that just had to be done, he gave it his all.
Well, I’ve noticed that, as I get older, I’m becoming more like Dad. I catch myself acting like him, saying things he would say and, yes, I have that jaw that juts when I’m mad!
Dad is not gone, he lives on in the memories of his loving family and the many friends he made over the years (guess that means everyone!) Yes, it hurts that he is not physically with us now but we know that he is with Jesus and reunited with Uncle Ralph, Uncle Jim & Aunt Eleanor. He is finally together with his beloved little girl, Robin. We know that this separation, however painful, is only temporary. There will come a day when we will all be reunited. I cannot wait, for it will be a most joyful occasion! So, until then, Dad…I love you…farewell until we meet again at the foot of that old rugged cross!
Your Proud (& Only) Son,
Arlene, my prayers are for you and your family during these trying times. Been there, so know how you are feeling right now. Am glad that your family is with you and will be with you as long as they can.</b></font><br><br>
I am the eldest grandchild of Jim Carpenter. He has called me Punky for as long as I can remember. My grandpa was a great man. He was the type of person who always enjoyed life, especially the simple things. He lived his life by example, worked hard and did ‘the right thing’. I have so many wonderful memories of him…taking me into the shop to watch him weld or work on motors, motorcycle rides and fishing at ‘Bucksnort’, picking Jimmy & I up at the end of the Camp Bell driveway and riding to the campsite in the back of the pick up truck, watching baseball/football games on the TV through closed eyes or ‘just let me check the score’, horseshoe games, visiting me at RIT, any type of card game you could think of, dancing at my wedding…
I am so glad he was able to meet his newest great grandson this past Christmas and know he will be looking down smiling at him as he grows up. We love you, Grandpa.</b></font><br><br>
I am the daughter of Bonnie Carpenter Wigsten, granddaughter to Jim and Arlene Carpenter. I am blessed that my two children Christopher Joseph and Alexandra Robin were able to know their G.G. Jim and spend time with him. He was a wonderful, fun loving, easy going man, who brought smiles to all who knew him. He taught me to play many card games, know which napkin was mine, how to throw a horseshoe, fetch a cold beer, and that potato chips were communial no matter whose plate they were on. His memory lives on in my dry sense of humor, the ability to drive my mother crazy, my hard work ethic, and in my beautiful children who subsequently learned the same potato chip lesson early on. The person I became is a reflection of his life lessons taught directly to me or through my mother, as much as those learned from my Grandma. She is a strong woman, who will miss my Gramps greatly, but who knows how much she is loved by her children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren and how much we need her. We love both of you very much. Gramps, have a good time, and we’ll see you later.</b></font><br><br>