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Brian Quinn posted a condolence
One day when i was 13 i walking with my cousin Michael down Midland Ave. Uncle Carl was in front of the 21 club , he saw us called us over to his car and gave us five dollars each to buy a soda. When he was down in florida staying at my mothers house, i looked forward to going over there and talking with him.
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Elaine Gillespie posted a condolence
Carl came form a family that was always looking for a bargain. Our mother would start and ten o'clock every saturday and end up ay Holtman Bakery by five, waiting for the half priced breads and cakes to come back in off the trucks.Carl was down here for six months after being in a nursing home for one and a half years. He could not wait to go to all the antique stores here in sarasota looking for that one gem. We never did find it but had fun looking for it. One day on our shopping trip, I stopped for a red light. Carl spotted a man on the side of the road in an electric wheel chair, wrapped in a sleeping bag to keep warm. Carl opened the window and gave the man ten dollars. He didn't have a million dollars but he would give to the needy when he saw someone that needed help. You will be miss by many. <3
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Betty McKenna Valente posted a condolence
Carl was known by many names; Dad, Grandad, Uncle, James Jim, Carl, Mac and Maxie.
He was called Dad by his two sons. He loved his sons and loved to talk about them and brag about their accomplishments.
He was called Granddad by his three grandchildren; Kelly, Brandon & Matthew.
He was called James or Jim by his wife(s), in-laws, 4 stepchildren and neighbors.
He was was always Carl to his parents and siblings.
Uncle Carl to his many nieces & nephews.
But the name that I think described him best was Mac. He was called Mac by his friends and co-woekers. Mac had a unique personality; he was well-liked, loved people and very out-going. He loved to talk but at the same time was a quiet man. He could tell a good story and hold his own dickering for a good bargain. For the better part of his later life he was like the wind - showing up at your door with his stories of buying, seling and finding the perfect antique.
Since November 22, the song that keeps repeating in my mind is Willie Nelson's "On The Road Again" I fell that Carl is well now and free to be "On The Road Again."
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Claudia and Tom McKenna posted a condolence
Carl - We will miss you stopping by, and your stories about the union and checking to see if I am on a good job, and if we need any help with the job. Ryan enjoyed asking you advise about his jobs. We know you are not suffering any more and we know you are in a better place. Say hello to Mommy and Daddy, John and Mary Ann. Love Always Tommy Claudia, Erin and Ryan.
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Erin McKenna posted a condolence
Uncle Carl, it was very sad losing you, but I know that you are in a better place now. I am and always will be proud to call you my godfather. I know that you are watching over all of us in this family. Please say hello to uncle john, aunt maryann, and grandma and grandpa for me. Love you always - Erin
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Jessica Beach posted a condolence
“Uncle Carl is here, Uncle Carl is here!” It was always so exciting when Uncle Carl showed up at our front door. I can only assume that his visits were surprises but perhaps Mom new he was coming? His trunk was always filled with treasures and he always had great stories to tell. I can only speak for myself but I think my brothers would agree that Uncle Carl made us all feel very special.
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Jim Reilly posted a condolence
When I think of Carl McKenna I think of great stories.
I remember being taken inside a tale about the ironworkers on his job in the city, Mohawk Indians whose mysterious ways few outsiders got to see or even hear about. Of course, his living room audience (Easter at Bache Ave. circa 1971) waiting for his next words felt the privilege of being let in on a secret. The real privilege was being there just to listen (and learn).
When he told me about the day the Super called him off the scaffold to tell him that his house burned down, the details of the story left me with a feeling of hope (rebuilding)and a view to the good things that come instead of the bad things that have already happened. This was several decades ago, and the importance of this message coming from outside the home or school, and hitting the ears of an adolescent cannot be overstated.
His story about getting his toe smashed by a concrete block (circa 1977) was so funny that it made me want to find something to drop on my foot. By the way, he told me this while working the alteration job at Valhalla. It didn't really seem to slow him down.
In ancient times, in Ireland and the Scottish Highlands, they called a man like this, Shanachie: a person who told traditional stories and heroic tales. I know Carl had some serious setbacks healthwise, but I was told this this did not keep him from his business, or much else really. Heroic tales beget heroic lifestyles. Thank you Carl.
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Nicholas Valente posted a condolence
Our Uncle Carl. When I was younger we went to visit but but mainly I remember the visits he made to us. Up at the Forest House the first room on the left was, “Uncle Carl’s room” and when he came it was an adventure for us kids and a real happening around the house. He would walk in with a big smile on his face that would light up the room, or maybe it was our smiles, that lit up the room. We all knew what a visit from Uncle Carl was all about. We knew we were going to get the toys or little leftover interesting things that came in a lot from an auction or estate sale. Then the family would get to hear the about the characters bidding and selling and the adventures of traveling. He would have just come from some little town we had never heard of but it was just past a place we had been. My parents would get the amusing and enthralling stories about the people he met and places he had been; they would laugh and joke around and smile and talk for hours. Everybody was in a great mood when Uncle Carl was around.
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steve posted a condolence
Dear Uncle Carl, Your path in life clearly was your choice, you enjoyed it and lived it to it’s fullest. Antiqueing got a hold of you early on and you did not let it get away, to be sure, you moved to the Poconos to be closer to your love. I’m sure there is an Antique shop in Heaven and the former proprietor has moved over for your arrival, give our love to uncle John and my Mom for us, till we meet again, Rest in Peace, Steve, Janice, Greg & Nikki
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Christine and Peter Vasquenz posted a condolence
Rest in peace uncle karl. We will miss you. We'll say hi to Aunt Elaine we are visting this week.Peter Chrissy Jessica and Jeremy
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Betty McKenna Valente posted a condolence
Now I know what "Thanks for the Memories" mean. You gave me so many memories. So many good ones. You gave me a wooden duck that has sat in my living room for 30 years. My children tease each other about who is going to get the wooden duck when I kick the bucket. It is one of my most treasures items. You gave me other things, many good laughs, exciting trips to auctions and a belief in myself and a confidence that I could do anything if I tried hard enough. You believed in me. I will miss you always, thanks for the ride.
Your sister, Betty
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David W Phillips posted a condolence
Mac was a good guy and a friend of mine. I'll miss not being able to give him a call and just shooting the breeze for a while. We did Brimfield Antiques Show together for about 5 years. He was alot of fun and loved junkin, just like I do. His primary target in the chase for stuff was art, as is mine. We talked about it every time we spoke, whether in person or on just on the phone. I'll not forget him for sure, not in this lifetime. His friend, Dave
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