I lived directly across the street from James. He was one of five children on our block that perished that day. He was the only child of Angelo and Alice. I can remember him as being a very sweet, quiet, good boy. They never had any more children. Their house seemed so dark and empty after he was gone. Rest in peace James...
-- (Janice, Neighbor)
I clearly can remember playing with Jimmy. I was only three years old at the time but have vivid memories of playing with him and all of his toys. He had some great toys, from a three year old's perspective. I guess at that age back then I really didn't know what had happened. He was my father's cousin. My grandmother, Marie Lombardi, lived on the first floor of the two flat apartment building and her brother Angelo, Jimmy's father, lived on the second floor.
-- (Matthew J. Lombardi, Cousin)
I still and always will miss Jimmy. We used to pretend we were brother and sister and I clearly remember (about age 7 -- at my First Communion party) one time when another adult questioned whether we were really related (I guess we didn't realize we looked different) and Auntie Alice laughing and replying, "Why? You don't think she speaks Italian?" and then all of them laughing. For months after that, I went around speaking in weird syllables (Coachie otta tooie?" and stuff like that) so that people would think I spoke Italian.
-- (Sharon Leigh Germain Vale, Friend)