James F. Russ, of Bridgewater, N.J., died Friday, July 4th 2003 at his summer residence in Gouldsboro, PA.
Born Dec. 15, 1935, in Wilkes-Barre, he was a son of the late Harry J. and
Mary (Lincavage) Russ.
He was a 1953 graduate of Meyers High School and a 1957 graduate of King's College.
He was employed as a research development chemist by American Cyamid Co., Bound Brook, N.J.
He was owner and operator of Computer Consulting, Bridgewater, N.J.
He was a member of St. Bernard Roman Catholic Church, Bridgewater, N.J.; National Rifle Association, Bass
Anglers Sportsman Society, North American Fishing Club and Trout Unlimited.
Surviving are a brother, Harry.
Funeral services will be at 9 a.m. Thursday from the Mamary-Durkin Funeral Service, 59 Parrish St., Wilkes-Barre, with a Mass of Christian Burial at 9:30 a.m. at St. Therese's Church, Wilkes-Barre. Interment will be in St. Nicholas Cemetery, Dallas.
Memorial donations may be made to the American Diabetes Association, 63 N.Franklin St., Wilkes-Barre, PA.
EULOGY
By
Bob Hepburn
Read at the
Mamary-Durkin Funeral Home
59 Parrish Street Wilkes-Barre, PA.
July 9, 2003
Good evening. My name is G. Robert Hepburn, a friend and fellow member of the New Jersey Computer Club and the Hunterdon Computer Club. Jim was an Officer in both of these Clubs. Joining with me tonight is the President of the NJCC, Fred Sabin.
On behalf of the memberships of these two clubs, may I extend our sincere condolences to Jim’s family and relatives.
It was through these computer clubs that I came to know Jim, a warm and friendly person, always willing to help out in solving your computer problems. Jim maintained a working set of most manufactured computers… old and young, in his basement in Bridgewater, NJ… If you had a problem on your computer… Jim would simply ‘pull down’ his duplicate of your system… and proceed to replicate and solve your current computer problem. He was that kind of guy… always willing to help.
Jim would also pickup discarded corporate computers and refurbish them for ‘seniors’ at a nominal price… many of my ‘senior’ friends were the recipients of Jim’s efforts.
In both of our Computer Clubs’, Jim’s role was frequently to select and then to present computer topics for a scheduled club meeting… always very informative…He also had the ability to seek out and then advise us of where the best prices were for a new, hot computer item.
In March of 2002, Jim joined me in a Motor home trip to Perry, GA for an FMCA national convention of about 6000 RVs. This was his first long trip in a MH… and he really enjoyed himself.. We met many new RV friends along the way and Jim always had some interesting comments to make about his on-going RV experiences.
Jim also had a humanitarian side to his personality… He had his own ‘club’ of senior friends with whom he traveled around locally.. He once told me that this was why he bought a larger van…. So that he could get ALL of his friends in one vehicle, so they could be together while going from place to place.. I had the pleasure of meeting most of these friends over time.. each with his own physical disability.. Jim was the youngest of the group and felt it was his privilege to help his friends.
Well, time waits for no man or woman… Our Maker has His own alarm clock for each of us… From the reports of Jim’s final moments, it does seem that he ‘passed over to the other side’ peacefully.. Relaxed and doing his own thing.
As it is written in John 14: "IN MY FATHER’S HOUSE ARE MANY ROOMS. I GO NOW TO PREPARE A PLACE FOR YOU… " I just hope and pray that there is also a pond and some fishing poles nearby so that Jim can continue to enjoy his favorite pass time…
I would like to read a poem that exemplifies the man, Jim Russ. He did, in fact, ACT to make his world a better place… The poem is titled A PSALM OF LIFE, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream! –
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real ! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each tomorrow
Find us farther than today.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle
Be a hero in the strife
Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant
Let the dead Past bury its dead
ACT, - Act in the living Present
Heart within, and God o’erhead
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sand of time –
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
Again, may I extend the sincere condolences of the NJCC and HCC memberships to the family and relatives of Jim Russ… HE WILL BE MISSED.