IN MEMORY of

James (Jimmy) McVey

June 11, 1914 - December 5, 2007


It is with deep regret that we lose another lawn bowler as Jimmy McVey has passed on. The following is the obituary from the Ventura County Star:




James McVey
1914 - 2008

James McVey, 93, former resident of Oxnard, passed away peacefully at his home in Northern California on Dec. 5, 2007, surrounded by his beloved family.

Jim was born June 11, 1914, in Glasgow, Scotland, and he moved to California in 1967.

He is survived by his loving wife, Jean; daughters, Christine and Janett; and his grandchildren, Keyara, Soraya, Sabrina, Karina, Fiona and Kyle.

There will be a memorial service at 2 p.m. Saturday, Feb. 16, at Santa Clara Catholic Church, 323 South E St., Oxnard.


Published in the Ventura County Star from 2/13/2008 - 2/16/2008.





The Life of James McVey
Jim was born in Glasgow, Scotland on June 11, 1914. This day was also the
beginning of World War I. His mother always joked that he was the cause
of the war but all who knew him knew that with war came such a peaceful
human being.

Jim married the love of his life, Jean, on July 11, 1940. They had two children,
Christine and Janette, and lived happily in Scotland for many years while he
worked for Rolls Royce.

In 1968, Jim, Jean, and Janette moved to the States to be dose to Christine,
who had moved there a few years before. They spent the happiest years of
their lives In Oxnard, California, where "Scotti" (as his coworkers called him),
worked at an aerospace company. After retiring in 1984, he spent time working
in his beautiful garden, lawn bowling, going to church, enjoying his family, and
of course, singing. His six grandchildren - five girls and one boy - were his pride
and joy.

Jim’s family and friends will always remember him as a person who was always
full of life, and above all, love. He was a kind, generous, simple person who was
always content with what he had. He had a song for every person and for every
occasion.

Jim was diagnosed with cancer in August. His last few months were difficult,
but just as usual, he never complained. He was strong and determined until the
end. His last hours were spent with all of the family around his bed singing to
him, listening to bagpipes, and reminiscing about his nInety-three wonderful
years.