image (1933 – 2015) At home on Saturday February 21, 2015 Loving husband of Shirley for 59 years. Dear father of Rick (Anna), Kathy (Shawn), Bruce, Terry and the Late Susan (1972). Beloved grandfather of James, Christopher, Jamie, Melissa (Brad), Shawn (Natasha), David and Sarah. , as well Jim cherished his great grand daughters Kylie, Makayla and Alyssa. Jim was employed with Maseey Ferguson with 33 years of service. He enjoyed his yearly trips to Lake Dalrymple as he was an avid fisherman. He was a founding member of the SEALS Hockey league as well as the Laurel & Hardy Baseball League. He was an avid supporter and #1 fan of watching what ever sports his grandkids were involved in. We are sure he will still be cheering the Paris Mounties and Btfd 99er’s on to continued success. Cremation has taken place. A celebration of Jim’s Life will be held on Saturday March 28, 2015 at 1 pm at the Moose Lodge, 145 West St. Brantford. Arrangements entrusted to Tranquility Burial & Cremation Services Inc. Condolences may be viewed and left at www.tranquilitycremation.com

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  1. Deb and Dom Vaccaro
    Deb and Dom Vaccaro says:

    Shirley and Family

    Our thoughts and prayers are with you all, know that others are thinking of you, caring about you and wishing you comfort and peace.

  2. Gill Frey
    Gill Frey says:

    So sorry to hear of the loss of your husband Shirley. Sincerest of condolences go out to you and your family. Keeping you in my thoughts and prayers,
    Gill Frey

  3. Best wishes
    Best wishes says:

    I always found a morbid sense of peace in learning that the mayfly lives exactly 24 hours, and in that time it accomplishes everything that it needs to in life before passing on from its short life unremembered… While a short life, it is still the breadth of a full life. By comparison we had “Jim” for over 81 years… that’s 81 years worth of marriage, children, grandchildren, friends, laughter, and for those of us who knew him best; dirty rhymes (that cat will now be pissing for all eternity) and wonderfully funny stories ranging from impoverished one room school houses, working on a farm, fishing stories where he always caught the biggest fish…. well, except a certain one time that involved a ham sandwich, and a cast of characters that peppered his long life but always came back to visit in his various stories… stories that you really felt special when you’d hear him telling one that involved you to someone else… even if it took him three tries to get your name right! My point, somewhere in this long rambling mess is that while not all of us were along for the ride across those 81 years many of us had long time with him, and he was not someone you would ever forget even if you’d only met him for a day…. a quiet man at first glance, but before you knew it he was either drawing you in with his opinion about something, or more often than not one of his stories. While it’s going to take us a while to move past what we lost, because a storyteller like James Locke is always going to be missed, we’re going to find him again still very much with us next time we tell one of his stories, cast a line into the waters, see a puck slip into the net on a backhand, or hear the Duke call someone a “no good varmint”. Hopefully in time we’ll all be at a spot where we can realize how rich we were in what we had, and still have by way of our memories and own stories, and not just the good man that we lost.

    It is important to remember what we had, instead of what we lost


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