James Warren Nelson, 92, of Wallingford, devoted husband of 54 years to Adele Turner Nelson, passed away Jan. 5, 2010 in the Masonic Home. He was born in Hartford, April 20, 1917 a son of the late James C. and Annie Mae Weeks Nelson and had resided in Orange for 40 years before moving to Wallingford in 1999. James was employed as a machinist at the Whiting Screw Machine Co. for 30 years before he retired at the age of 79. He was a member of the Masonic Lodge and the Danish Brotherhood. James and Adele enjoyed camping and church activities, and he faithfully cared for his wife for many years. He is survived by his daughters Julie Nelson of Hamden and Merrie N. Harrison of Madison, and three grandsons, Jared and Kyle Harrison and Hisho Uga. A Memorial Service will be held on Monday January 11, at 2 pm, at the Chapel of the Masonic Home in Wallingford. BEECHER & BENNETT, 2300 WHITNEY AVE., HAMDEN in care of arrangements. Memorial contributions may be sent to the Masonic Charity Foundation, P.O. Box 70, Wallingford, CT 06492.

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  1. Some have known him longer but in my 30 years of knowing Warren I came to appreciate his spirit. At this time I am reminded of words his daughter Merrie wrote to me when my mother passed: .As life moves on into new stages, and we are the elders that our children look to,? we can pay tribute and honor to our parents (as well as to our Father)by living the qualities that they embodied…. Now it is your turn to show your children, as your mother did, what it means to be strong and courageous, leaning on God to sustain and direct you and provide you with joy. As difficult as it is, my hope is that you will see this new role as a place of honor. What greater gift could you give to your mother than to allow her strength to live through you. And what better gift to your children than to see that solid example of manhood.. We can take comfort in Ecclesiastes 9:5 .The living are conscious that they will die; but as for the dead, they are conscious of nothing at all.

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