James Finore
September 3, 1925 - June 8, 2014

"I grew to love Jimmy over the last couple of years as his visiting nurse. He was a gem among patients and friends. I admire his family and Sylvia for their love and dedication to his well-being, and I am comforted now that Jimmy is at peace with the angels."

"The grandchildren delivered this eulogy Jen: Matthew 5:4 states, "Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted... " Keeping those words in mind, there isn't enough time to explain how much we will miss our grandfather. But we, his grandchildren, will try our best. James John Finore was a devoted son, brother, husband, father, grandfather, great grandfather, uncle, and friend. He was a special man who will remain in all of our hearts forever. He was raised to be a kind, giving, caring and loving man. On September 3, 1925, our grandfather started his long prosperous journey through life. He was the middle child of Nicoletta and Giovanni Finoro. Throughout his life our grandpop was not only the older brother of John, but he was also his inseparable best friend. Grandpop entered the army on January 5, 1944. He defended our country in Okinawa, Japan during World War II. He served two and a half long years away from his family until he was honorably discharged in April of 1946. Jennie: After returning to the United States, Grandpop and his brother, John, began their adventure as business partners. Between Grandpop's masonry expertise and Uncle John's masonry and superb carpentry skills, Finore Contractors, excelled. Working wasn't enough for Grandpop. He married the love of his life after a unique proposal. Grandpop picked Grandmom up from work and said, "Jennie, I think we should get married. I'll meet you after work next friday and you give me your answer." On February 3, 1951, they married and began their life together. Jimmy: Dad, you are Grandpop's only son. He loved bragging about you and watching you grow into the successful man you are today. Between hunting and Saturday morning breakfasts the relationship you have will never be forgotten by either. Aunt Colette, you are Grandpop's oldest daughter. You've devoted much of your life to taking care of your father. I know Grandpop once said of your homemade apple pie, "Ehh. I've had better". But your father truly appreciated everything you did for him. You were his rock. Aunt Lu, you are the middle of the three girls. You are the one that kept his finances together when he couldn't anymore. You challenged him both mentally and physically in ways that no one else could. You kept him strong. Aunt Jo, or should I say ehh Jo Jo. You are his baby. You've always had a special place in his heart. He always perked up when you called or came to visit. It may have also helped that you live near Atlantic City. The four of you made Grandpop proud. I know he wishes you lifelong happiness, joy, love and wealth. Enjoy each other, your spouses, Mom, Uncle Brian and Uncle Neal, and your families. Krissy: Some say a family isn't complete without grandchildren and Grandpop loved all of us. He shared watermelon parties, or anything involving food for that matter, with Jen, Brian, Jimmy, Lauren, Stacy, Jennie, and myself. Each and every one of us loved our grandfather for various reasons. I can't remember ever having a problem, big or small, that Grandpop didn't try to fix. Grandpop always fixed our chapped lips by putting chapstick on our lips, and then up our noses. He then would do the same to himself. He tried fixing Aunt Colette's dining room by sanding the wallpaper off. That took months to clean up. He tried driving stick shift to get Jimmy to the hospital after Jimmy hurt his arm. That ended with Jimmy driving with one arm. He tried keeping Jennie competitive with her older cousins by stealing all our Easter eggs and giving them to her. He tried teaching Jen his work ethic by recruiting Jimmy and myself to help complete her paper route. He also paid for all the money she didn't collect. Stacy: But Grandpop didn't stop there. He was also always willing to teach us something. He taught some of us how to drive. Some of us did well and Jen only hit 2 mailboxes on her last trip. He taught us old fashioned donuts are ok because he claimed they didn't have any sugar. He taught us to love by calling us and singing "I just called to say I love you". He taught us there was no reason for fans, windows, or air conditioning because God put us on this Earth to sweat. He taught us how to be stubborn when he refused to wear a suit to my wedding. He taught us that eating seconds wasn't a good idea because it would make you "chatta chat." But he always ate seconds himself. He taught us the value of a dollar. If Grandpop had one dollar and I had one dollar, what do I have? Well ... Twenty dollars because Grandpop would empty out his wallet for us. Brian: As a child growing up, Grandpop was larger than life. Strong as an ox, yet stubborn as a mule. Just a powerful presence. He was even a little intimidating at times. But I'm not sure anything turned him into a ball of mush like his great-granddaughter. Nicoletta Hope was born almost a year ago. Yes, I said "Nicoletta", his great-granddaughter and his mother share a name -- and that was something that he was so very proud of. About a month ago, my dad, my sister, my daughter, and I surprised Grandpop with a visit. Lauren went in first and told Grandpop that she had a surprise for him. He looked at her and oh so predictably said, "What, Jellybeans?" Lauren told him it was better than jellybeans. He looked up, saw Nicoletta. A big grin came across this face and he said, "Ooo, this is better than jellybeans." Apparently there was something more special to Grandpop than food. Grandpop's love didn't stop at family, or friends, or even food. We'd be remiss if we didn't mentioned his love ... for women. The nurse at the doctor's office wasn't safe from his flirting. Nor was the waitress at the restaurant. He thought we was a real casanova. He'd flirt his way right through the grocery store. It wasn't just women. Grandpop loved all people. He loved knowing them. He loved talking to them. It didn't matter where we went -- locally in Ambler, the Italian market of Philadelphia, or if we were losing our shirts in Atlantic City -- we always ran into someone he knew. He knew everyone. Someone told me that friends are like bacon bits in the salad bowl of life. If that's true, then Grandpop had one heck of a salad. Lauren: You've heard a lot of stories that show Grandpop as a caring, generous, kind hearted man. And as Brian said, strong as an ox yet stubborn as a mule. Living with Grandpop was an experience. I spent more time with him than anyone else. I learned his likes and dislikes. For example, he liked blueberry pancakes every Sunday morning, and for a man who loved food, surprisingly, he didn't like key lime pie. I simply loved spending time with Grandpop. I'll never forget the first time I dropped him off at senior care. I walked back to my car and called my mother in tears. It was as though I dropped my baby off at preschool for the first time. Uncle John, Mom, Aunt Lu, Aunt Jo, family, friends. Dry your tears. Grandpop wouldn't want you to be sad. He would want you to be happy because he's exactly where he wants to be, reunited with God and reunited with his wife, Jennie. On behalf of my family, thank you all, for the love and support you have provided to our grandpop and us. A special thanks to his brother, John, for loving him so much. A special thanks to Carol, for loving him like a father. A special thanks to Sylvia who took care of him over the last few years. A special thanks to Life Choice Hospice for their support over these last few weeks. And a very, very, special thank you, to all who have ever loved him. So now, let's rejoice and honor this wonderful man. Just remember one day you will meet Jim Finore again, in the words of our grandpop, "faster than you can say Jack Robinson." God Bless "

"Always said "hello". My sympathy to the girls and grandchildren."

"We have love and hate relationship. He was my father my friend and l love him so much l told him to brush his teeth one morning and he told me he did it last night and he did not used his teeth so he wouldn't brush it. I willmiss him a lot. We were a great team.if he don't get his way from me, he calls me a pain in the ass.but l know he doesn't mean it.rest in peace lucky Jimmy's."

"Where do you begin when you have a lifetime of memories with Jimmy and his family. The Finore, LaSorsa, and Notoris' were more than just neighbors on Mattison Avenue, they were family. We have generations of memories between our families. Jimmy was special kind of man, hard working, sometimes gruff but always loving in his own way. In his later years, as Colette cared for him and as I was caring for my parents, we would all meet for " dinner with the seniors". They would enjoy reminiscing about the old days over dinner, while us younger generation discussed our days. It was more than a night out of the house for all of them, it was a social event. We loved watching them laugh about the days gone by. He will truly be missed by many, especially by the Notoris family. Rest in Peace Jimmy, you certainly deserve it!"

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"Our connection goes way back before my time with the LaSorsa and Notoris connection. Our families not only lived across the street from each other, we were as close as you can get without being related (comara's). I have great memories growing up with everyone. As we grew up and sometimes lost touch whenever I saw Jimmy or anyone in the family it was like nothing had changed, it was easy, we were family. But mostly, I have to express my appreciation for Jim's love and kindness to me and my family. He help me so... much with the attention and compassion he gave to my mother at a time when she needed it the most. I will be eternally grateful to all of you for sharing him with us. "

"I met Jim in 2004 through Luanne. My first impression was his strength and his handsomeness. It didn't take long before other more important attributes were easily recognizable. First his kindness and generosity, his devotion to his family, his love of his home, his love of Ambler and his pride in the houses and buildings he made. I admired the devotion of his children for him and all they did to honor him. The 4th commandment "Honor thy father and thy mother" was truly evident in his children. He as well as the entire family have accepted me and my children as if we were "family", he in fact would frequently introduce me as one of his daughters. It became a standing joke that I was the "favorite" because I was chosen, I was always amazed at his capacity to go out for a ride, or to dinner, or breakfast. No matter how "lousy" he felt, he would immediately feel better if the opportunity to "go out" was given to him. Thanks Jim for the wonderful legacy you left! Thanks for your generosity, your sense of humor, and your children and beautiful grandchildren. You can be proud of each and everyone of them. I will miss you! "

"anyone that knew us well, knew that my dad and I were oil and water from a young age. as time went on, our relationship was more like fire and dynamite! we both knew how to generate a spark in each other and we both enjoyed igniting that flame. I believe who I am today is all because of my dad. He was a hard worker and put his family above anything else, which allowed me to pursue and attain a professional carreer. then he tells me that I think I' so smart. He provided a good home and life style for us, which made me work to afford my own beautiful home, which he admired, but it wasn't in Ambler. He was a home body, which made me all the more want to travel, and in his eyes, why do you always want to vacation? Despite our differences, We had an everlasting father daughter trust and love. I will miss our spats and chats, our smirks and giggles and most of all, I will miss my dad. I love you always, rest in peace. "

"I would run into James every day, and he always had a smile for me ! he reminded a lot of my Dad, a kind and gentle soul ! Rest in peace Mr. Finore."

"My name is Vanessa Thompson I remember the first time home came to Artman he always call me lady and always told home my names is Vanessa we use to sit in talk about people we knew together in ambler I will miss h he was a very nice and kind man nay peace be with his family "