Uncle Jim you will always be missed, loved and respected.  I’ll never forget your presence at the holidays, the stories you shared...the little lessons you always had a way of teaching.  You showed me the value of a good handshake and that there was only one way to play darts, among many other things.   The pride you showed about being a marine was something I’ll always remember and respect about you.  I’ll always miss that welcomed feeling of pulling up that driveway.  I hope you find fair winds and following seas. At ease Jimmy Mac.

Jimbo and I were high school friends and we had so many laughs together. He introduced me to Jack Walls, who he met in boot camp. He brought him home for Thanksgiving and if he didn't I won't have the two beautiful boys we brought into the world. I thank him for that and the many great memories of him. We called him "Corn" and I can't for the life of me remember why. He liked to  drive Janet and I home after school in his car that only had a drivers seat, don't ask, he was a crazy dude and I loved him dearly and he will be missed by many.

Jimbo, where do I start? You are my best friend, my brother and my confidante for almost fifty years. We laughed, loved and cried together. We won, and we lost, but we always had each other’s backs....always. The memories are so numerous that it would take days and days to go through them. Someday we will....in Valhalla! Semper Fi my Brother. I love and miss you. 
This song by Billy Strings sums it up I think:

Enough to Leave

Enough to kill ya, enough to put you down
Seems like every way you turned was like a hard wind coming' down
Enough to leave me, enough to leave me here
And though the room is empty now I can almost feel you near
What am I supposed to do with my afternoon?
No I won't hear your call
No I won't see you soon
What can you say to me to ease my heart in pain?
Could you send a ray of light to come down and dry the rain again?
I'd give you diamonds, I'd give you rings and pearls
If you could stay a while for me and just hold on to this world
I'm feeling sorry for things I haven't said
And there's a lot I'd like to say before the final page is read
What am I supposed to do with my afternoon?
No I won't hear your call
No I won't see you soon
What can you say to me to ease my heart in pain?
Could you send a ray of light to come down and dry the rain again?
Its finally over, It's finally over now
And you can rest assured my friend cause you'll be resting anyhow
I hate to leave you, I hate to say goodbye
I'm sure to hear your voice come through in the early morning sky
What am I supposed to do with my afternoon?
I'll keep waiting for your call
And I hope I'll see you soon
What can you say to me to ease my heart in pain?
Could you send a ray of light to come down and dry the rain again?

I miss you!!! OooohRaaaa!!!

Jimmy Mac.. you are greatly missed, the times spent with you will always be remembered. Opening day fishing trips with all of us kids, sitting in your front yard telling story’s, and traveling the state playing darts. Great times shared with a great man.. Mac  I was proud to call you uncle, and honored to call you my friend, 

So sorry to hear this sad news.  Trish and I send our condolences to the entire family.  Jim is my cousin and we grew up as brothers. Trish and I graduated with Jim in 1970 from the Morgan School and have many good memories of the old days.  
May he rest in peace. 
Trish and George Gorecki
Dunedin, FL

To the McCarthy Family-My sincerest condolences. I was so sad at hearing of Jim's passing. 
I have such fond memories of Jim, especially from middle school. I can remember ice skating at the pond in front of the house with Jane Bougie and  Jim Foley;  riding bikes to Hammonasset; going to the movies with "the gang"; parties at the Losnes'; playing in the Eliot School and Morgan Band; and especially our Moms' friendship from years of working the night shift at Ponds. I spent many a Saturday morning with Mom in Jim's mother's kitchen-Joanne was constantly in the process of cooking something!
I will remember Jim as always smiling, always funny.
Know that he is so fondly remembered.
Janet Kegel Anderson


I will miss you. I remember the time Michael (god rest his soul) and my brother Nicky would go to your house and play.  You were always so nice to him. Now my friend you are with Michael, Mom, and Dad

I'm so sad. You were my rock through high school and I was so looking forward to seeing you at the reunion. Just, really sad.

While our lives took different paths, I will never forget the years we spent growing up together - such fond memories, Jim. Your mother's, Joanne's, popcorn and fried peanut butter sandwiches; catching  sunfish in Valvano's Pond; shooting your BB gun in the basement;  at your birthday, me running across the living room and jumping on the couch - landing on your mother's knitting needle which impaled my thigh, necessitating me having to go to the doctor's office to be  checked  out and getting a tetanus shot; weekend football games at Morgan High School; camping out in  Valvano's submarine; fun times at my parent's woodlot; trapping mink in the stream; George's Suzuki and riding it down the hill in your front yard; being active members of the Clinton Volunteer Fire Department and shuffleboard challenges afterwards; getting up early for each opening day of fishing for trout; cruising in your valiant painted with the American Flag and a case of Bud; taking Valvano's canon and putting it in the Morgan School courtyard along with many other Morgan School pranks like picnic tables on the roof; chickens in the courtyard; glass ball garden ornaments in the courtyard; tipping over the construction worker's outhouse in Morgan's parking lot. 
Even at 68 years of age, I cried my heart out out when I read of your passing, Jim. It hit me like a ton of bricks. Our families were so close and the days of our youth were fun and memorable. God Bless you, and I will look forward to seeing you again in the afterlife. Thank you for the bond of friendship we shared and never broke. RIP, my friend.


The summers that we spent in Maine - Jim, Mike, Jack, George, Stanley, Jon and me.  We all pretty much learned to drive....which was useful when we built that Falcon hot rod.  RIP, my friend.
Ken

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James Francis McCarthy Jr.

30 décembre 1952 – 22 mars 2020

Swan Funeral Home

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