James P. Wright
April 27, 1959 ~ November 30, 2021
James P. Wright, 62, of Springfield, formerly of Taylorville, passed away at 5:58 p.m. on Tuesday, November 30, 2021 at Springfield Memorial Hospital.
James was born April 27, 1959 in Decatur, the son of Carlyle A. and Hazel J. “Pat” (Hurtte) Wright. He graduated from Central A & M High School, and went on to work as a mechanic for Neal Tire in Decatur, as well as for himself at his farm. He also spent many years working for R.R. Donnelly, International Paper, and Hydro-Gear. James married Stacy Raymond, they had two sons, and later divorced. He enjoyed the outdoors, both fishing and hunting, but his passion was shooting pool. Over the years, James competed in many pool leagues in Taylorville and Springfield.
He was preceded in death by his parents; and brother, Carl Wright.
James is survived by his sons, Justin Wright of Springfield, and Ben (wife, Elizabeth) Wright of Clarksville, TN; and his grandson, Abraham.
Cremation rites will be accorded, and a private graveside ceremony will be held at Pleasant View Cemetery in Assumption.
The family has entrusted Shafer-Perfetti & Assalley Funeral Home in Taylorville with ceremonies.
Please visit www.assalleyfuneralhomes.com to offer condolences to the family.
Countless memories growing up with Jim on neighboring farms, from playing tag on the silo, sooo many hours sitting on the creek bank with line & pole catching everything from bullhead catfish to bass & catching carp by hand when the creek flooded (over a hundred one day) to the things we saw & experienced while walking miles upon miles around the area hunting like the times we kicked up over a hundred cock pheasants at once, ( first time it happened, neither of us fired a shot, we just stood there and watched in amazement ) and the time I fired a shot in the air to get Jims ( and a rutting bucks ) attention because they were on a collision course on a grass lane, Jim looking down & the buck looking only with his nose. When I shot, they froze, briefly looked my way, then at each other (I thought) then the deer bolted forward, as Jim jumped out of its way. Sounds impossible but I don’t think the deer ever even actually saw Jim. R.I.P. Old Friend
Ben, I am so sorry for your loss. Thinking of you & the rest of your family.