Birth date: Oct 9, 1945 Death date: May 29, 2024
Charles James MacCrindle Jr. “Jim”, 78, of Burlington, NJ, passed away peacefully after a lengthy illness on May 29, 2024. Born on October 9, 1945 to Charles Sr. and Edith MacCrindle. Devoted husband of 42 years to Janet MacCrindl Read Obituary
My dearest wonderful husband "Jim", My words could not complete the 42 years we had spent together as man and wife. The Lord blessed me with a man I will always love and treasure in my heart. I will miss you tremendously my love. I'll hold all our memories close within my heart, soul and mind and they were many. REST MY LOVE.
From the early '50s on, Jim and I had many "Huck Finn/Tom Sawyer" moments. We became blood brothers after a Saturday Matinee at the old Fox theater on High Street. An Apache warrior and a settler or soldier had a ceremony where they cut their palms and clasped hands. Of course, we had to do the same, without the drums or the medicine man. This took place in the converted chicken coop attached to the back of the MacCrindle garage, where many a nefarious scheme was hatched. Not being sure of the Statutes of Limitations, I won't share any of the many stories that could fill a book. Suffice to say that we never did perfect the science of making shrunken heads. Relax, it was roadkill anyway. Years later, I got a letter from Jimmy. He was an East Coast Seabee (in-country) getting ready to head to Khe Sahn. I was a West Coast Seabee gearing up to mount out from California to Nam. We made it back. White-knuckle prayer works! Two combat Seabees from Elm Avenue in Farnerville. Unreal. Hey Jim - Rest well, brother. You earned it. Thanks for the memories. Everything from biking everywhere to trapping and skinning muskrats or fishing for sunnies with bamboo poles; to the wire-ball and kick-the-can games that tied up Elm Avenue until the street lights came on. Later, Jim. Can Do! Hooyah!
In 1955 I was 4 years old and a neighbor of Jimmy on Elm Avenue in Burlington. I sat on his handlebars of his bike as we rode down Cox’s Hill as fast as the wind. Mom went ballistic when she found out. My only real memory of him. RIP Jim.
Condolences to the family. From Charles L Bird, cousin
