Jim died the summer of our Sophmore year. The following was a poem that Jim wrote when he was in 7th grade:
Streams of Gold
I sat there under the old oak tree, that stood like
a giant above me.
The trees were waving and the water rippling
smooth, smooth as a rose floating through the air.
The yellow sun shining through the clouds so
warm, so wonderful, with the sun shining on me
I dreamed I was a pharoah being served nectar.
I looked at the yellow streams of sunlight that
shown on the clear water. I sat staring at it and
the water turned to gold. It looked like leaves
floating down from above. So bright, so bold.
- Jim
7th grade, 1968
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Carol Reynolds
I always really liked Jim...I'll never forget the day he passed away...I'll also never forget having the most difficult time telling his then girlfriend, Betsy Brady, about what had happened to him. I always picture him with a bandana around his head...Great soul..
Christine Davis
Jimmy Cain was a free spirit indeed. I had a few classes with him but was shy when I tried to speak to him. I sort of had a crush on him back then. I remember the day he drowned at Nay Aug. It was a very very sad day.