The music you hear playing here is "Space Cowboy", one of James' favorites. I was thrilled to find a midi file for it so I could add it to his page.

For a time, this page is subject to frequent changes. As it progresses, it will come to a conclusion. James had a very short life. He was born on Christmas Day, 1963, and passed from this world on August 4, 1984.

Contained here will be the history of James' short life and the influence he had on other people. Do visit often druing the construction phase, then return when you need encouragement in your life.

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Welcome to James' page. This page is dedicated to the memory of my son, James, whom I lost in a car accident on August 4, 1984. James was an extraordinary child from his day of birth.

James Anthony Davis came into my life at 3:33 PM on December 25, 1963, at Baylor University Hospital in Dallas, Texas. He weighed in at 9 pounds 1 3/4 ounces and was 19 inches long. By dinner time, he was lying on my stomach raising his head and looking at me. I got to bring James home from the hospital in a huge Christmas stocking.

James brought much joy into my life from the day he was born. He started walking (or maybe I should say running) at the tender age of 8 months. He stood up in the middle of the living room and ran to the couch. I have often laughed and said that was because I became pregnant with his younger brother, Clay, just 4 months after he was born and he knew I would not be able to carry him around much longer. He never took a slow step in his entire life.

After a family move to Colorado in 1965, James attended Kindergarten and first through sixth grades at Parr Elementary School in Arvada. He attended Junior High School at Westminster Junior High School in Westminster, Colorado. Unfortunately, school didn't hold James' interest and he dropped out before graduating High School. He obtained a GED during the summer he spent with his grandparents, Eugene F. and Henrietta Riggs, in Brownwood, Texas. He was 17 when he acheived this degree.

When James was about 5 years old, he came running in to the kitchen one day and breathlessly asked, "Mama, is a bachelor a bad guy?" - "No," I replied, "a bachelor is just a man who never gets married." - "OK, that's what I want to be when I grow up!" and off he went in that half run he always had.

When James' father and I divorced in 1978, James was almost 15. We took the boys to the Court hearing with us as it was only a recorded hearing with a tape recorder and a referee in attendance. James was the only one of the three boys who showed any emotion. When we emerged from the hearing room, he collapsed on a bench in the hallway and cried.

The two younger boys stayed with his father in our family home in Arvada, while Tony came to live with me in my apartment in Federal Heights. After Tony joined the Air Force in January, 1979, James came to live with me in September. In October, we came to Texas with the intention of staying with my parents until I could get a job and find a place of out own. After working myself out of one job and not being able to find another, James and I were sitting in the living room watching a Denver Bronco's football game on TV. The first half was played under sunshine and blue skies. After halftime, a heavy snowfall began. While watching that, James came over to me and sat on the floor with his head in my lap; he was looking very sad.

I asked, "What's the matter, are you homesick?"

James looked at me,"Yes, Mama," he replied, "Let's go home."

"OK, we will leave as soon as we can get packed after Mema and Granddaddy get back from their bowling trip."

That was that, we decided to go back to Denver. James wanted to take Sheba with him (story of Sheba on My Pets, Past and Present page). I told him, "Sheba would never be happy in a two bedroom apartment, much less ride that far in a car. She is just too wild and used to being outside."

We went back to Denver where James' father and I rented a house together so the two younger boys could have both parents in one house and maybe the guidance and discipline they needed. We had Christmas together that year as a family for the first time since the divorce in 1978.

Things didn't work out there, James and I moved into our own townhouse apartment shortly after Christmas. I was working as a bartender/cocktail waitress. James worked for a friend of ours who owned a dry wall business. I was dated his boss on occasion. Jack Davis was his name. Jack bought a green broke horse that spring. James and I went to the pasture at least twice a week to work the horses. I finished training the little mare - I named her "Nubbin" as one of her ears had been frostbitten causing it to be shorter than the other and round on the end.