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James Dale Bolton was born February 5, 1956, to James Byron and Zelma Louise (Blue) Bolton . Jim passed away on Friday, January 15, 2010. His health had been failing and his death was quick and merciful. Jim was the third of 4 children. His dad and sister, Janice, preceded him in death. He is survived by his mother, Zelma; sister, Jacquie Peregoy; brother, John; many nephews, nieces, grandnephews and grandnieces. Jimmy had an extended family of friends. Jimmy saw many of these friends on a regular basis at the Goldmine bar and grill. The Goldmine bartenders, cooks and patrons were good friends to Jim and took a lot of teasing and practical jokes from him. They gave it back in full measure. Friend Mike Van Scoy was a lot of help to Jim as Jim's health failed. Jimmy liked to follow sports, game shows and cooking shows on TV. He enjoyed reading his Nonpareil and Sports Illustrated; he liked an occasional wager or sports pool. He was an excellent cook and he loved to share his creations with friends and family. He made the best soups, chili, barbecued ribs and feather bones, spaghetti sauce and 'whatever sounded good.' He recently made a great pasta salad. Jim enjoyed playing sports in his youth. His favorite was baseball, which he started as a small boy, with his dad as one of his coaches. Jim liked his garden and was proud of his 2009 crop of tomatoes and peppers. There was 2 feet of snow in his garden the day before he passed and Jimmy joked, "My snow peas look good, don't they?" Jim took care of his Mom and she took care of him. In Jim's last year, he discussed his belief in Jesus with his family. Jim will be missed, but he's gone on to a better pace with no illness or suffering.
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Kris (Kristel) Endrulat (Mayberry)
I believe I was in love with Jimmy Bolton when I was in second grade. He had shinny, straight black hair that swished so handsomely as he would kick or throw or run on the playground. I would always locate myself on the jungle gym perfectly in view of his determined face. He had only a few freckles strategically place on his olive brown skin giving him a most exotic appeal. and those eyes, so dark but gleaming with electricity! He lived on Glen Avenue, very near Alice Graeme. Alice would invite me to her home, (the most stunning of homes I had ever entered!) as I was a ‘bus’ kid in the burbs and she could walk home for lunch - can you believe it??? I would be so excited to walk by his house!
And then, with the big move to Kirn, we all got separated, the quaintness of Washington Elementary scattered! I spent a little more time with Jim after high school; he was friends with Jay Svoboda, as I was I…. and then…. we all vanished…. RIP JB
Alice Graeme (Rohrssen)
Jimmy was my best friend on Glen Avenue. In fact it was Jimmy that started me playing 'cello. He had started in 4th grade because they started strings first hoping to retain more string players in the school orchestra. He let my try it and I was hooked. Kept going until high school when I abandoned ship for the trombone section.
I remember always coming in second to Jimmy in the races we had during phys.ed. but never by much. I learned how to play 4 square from Jimmy and how to shoot a basketball.
We built tree houses in the woods around Kirn Field and rode bikes together up and down Glen/Park and the alley. We explored Fairmount Park together along with other kids in the neighborhood. We went sledding down Green Hill in the winter and in the summer we used cardboard boxes as our sleds. We were the kids that, as soon as cartoons were over (or our maximum one hour of TV), we were outside playing and only came in for a drink (often Kool-Aid) or to eat, until the street lights came on. We made up adventure stories about living on a raft in the ocean or laid boards on the floor and if you stepped of you were falling down a mountain side. Jimmy had a great immagination.
Then we hit junior high and didn't see much of each other as Jimmy was in a different track. When we saw each other again during high school Jimmy wasn't the fun kid down the block any more. We didn't hang out with the same crowd so I still didn't see much of him. I knew he was headed "down hill" but other than tell him that he was not changing for the better there wasn't much my high school self could do. I never ran into Jimmy after high school so I don't know much about how things went for him.
But I will always remember learning to play 'cello in his kitichen and sliding on Green Hill. I remember the happy times and will hold them close. He was my best friend.