Friday, November 29, 2019
Jim and Irene Pennell were the first folks we met on Pitcher Pond in 1996. Jim was a striking figure in his bomber jacket, and with statuesque height and broad smile. Even this summer I observed Jim out in the garden, tending his flowers - he was not one to give up easily, despite his fragility. Jim adored his family too, we could see. His grandchildren always held a special place in his heart. It is a passing of the guard that both he and Irene are gone, though they are now together. Rest in Peace, Colonel Jim.
