I remember when James came back from the army and started working for Jim Ben Rowling.. He loved being a Cowboy.. Then He met my Sister Ponzella & they fell in love and the rest was history... He use to take her with him to feed the cows so she could pet the calves...But she wasn fond of the grown cows and bulls... He loved to tell of leaving her in the back of the truck and the cows all surrounding the truck because the feed was there but she thought they were trying ot get her os when he returned she had crawled onto the cab of his truck... He thought that was so funny...He would always tell it... And he told us again on THANKSGIVING this year... The last time I saw James.... I´ll miss you James and love you always...Go be will Ponzella & we´ll met again one day... R.I.P.
