James Gullet Smith

January 14, 1936 - September 14, 2021
James Gullet Smith

James G. Smith, passed away at home unexpectedly on, September 14, 2021, at the age of 85.

He was preceded in death by his father James Smith, and mother Mittie D. Smith, wife Doris Riggs Smith, a sister Marie Smith Thompson.

James was a graduate of Whiteville High School, and he attended New Hope Baptist Church. He worked for ADM for 33 years, as a precision mechanical millwright. He was given the nickname of Hoggie, because he would work anytime he was needed. He enjoyed taking trips and going out to eat, especially at Hardees, where he met a lot of friends. He Never met a stranger, he was very generous, and if you were lucky enough to have him as a friend, you had one for life. James loved to watch westerns and loved to have company. He was UNC’s number one fan.

He leaves behind to cherish his memories: a sister: Doris Smith Hanson; four nephews: Jerry Thompson; Adam Riggs; Dale Riggs; Dean Riggs; a special friend: Margaret Smith.

A graveside service will be held on Tuesday, September 21, 2021, at 11:00AM, at Oleander Memorial Gardens.

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Services in care of Wilmington Funeral and Cremation, 1535 S. 41st Street, Wilmington, NC 28403. 910-791-9099.


Tuesday, September 21, 2021
11:00 AM

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  • September 19, 2021
    Doris Hinson says:
    Rest in peace my baby brother, we will meet again in Heaven.

  • September 19, 2021

  • September 20, 2021
    Karen Hinson McPherson says:
    Childhood Memories of Uncle J.G.... Most of my childhood was spent in the home of my Grandfather and Grandmother Smith. My grandparents had a farm in the Union Valley Community in Whiteville. My Grandfather Smith was in the Navy and served in World War II. He had a farm in Hallsboro, but sold it and moved his family to a farm he purchased in Whiteville. In addition to farming, my Grandfather worked at the shipyard in Wilmington. When I was born, Uncle J.G. was in his teens. Uncle J.G. helped with the farming and worked part-time at Collins Department Store before eventually going into maintenance/construction work that took him out of Columbus County. Everyone in the family stayed busy with farm work and taking care of the animals on the farm. Uncle J.G. was always smiling and laughing about something and showed us that it was much easier to work with a smile than not. Grandfather Smith and Uncle J.G. farmed the old way with mules and no modern equipment. The mules were always getting out or running off. On one such occasion, my Uncle J.G. took me with him to look for the mules. He left me at the end of a dirt road and said, Bobbie, no matter what, do not let the mules get pass you. I kept repeating over and over, please don’t let those mules come this way, please don’t let those mules come this way. Well, Uncle J.G. must have had more confidence in me than I had in myself because when those mules came racing towards me, I stepped out of the way. Uncle J.G. had a few choice words about that, but the mules found their way home and all was well. At that time, the Smith home was always filled with people and it was a place to enjoy excellent food and fellowship with relatives constantly coming and going. Uncle J.G. was an excellent cook. His favorite meal to prepare was country styled steak, rice and gravy, butter beans, and a slice of cheese on the side. He would always put his food in a platter instead of a plate and sit and eat in front of the television with a choice of Channel 3, Channel 6 or Channel 13 which were the only channels available at the time. He loved to watch sports and he loved to shoot pool and often went to the pool hall located near the What-A-Burger in Whiteville. During tobacco season, we would often sit up late to get the cured tobacco ready to take to the warehouse. He enjoyed telling us ghost stories in the dimly lit packhouse and then would send us to the house to get him something to drink. There were no street lights on our country road and we would run just as fast as we could just in case something was lurking in the shadow of our imaginations. He also was an avid card player and taught us how to play “Smut” which is a card game similar to Rummy. The loser would get smut or cigarette ashes smeared on their face. Despite developing a knack for the game and much practice, I always ended up with smut on my nose. At Christmas, we looked forward to going to Collins Department Store which had a large toy department and Santa Claus. One year, as I sat on Santa’s lap, much to my surprise, I looked directly into my Uncle J.G.’s eyes and I knew that that was the year that I was going to get everything I asked for. As I look back over the years, there are lots of happy memories as well as sad ones. My Grandfather passed away when I was nine years old. Eventually, Uncle J.G. moved out of the county and we rarely saw him. It is with these precious childhood memories that Uncle J.G. holds a special place in my heart. Recently, a mutual friend, shared with me that Uncle J.G. was going to church and was saved. It makes my heart smile to think of all the loved ones that he is embracing, even now, in our Heavenly home. Karen McPherson “Bobbie”

  • September 21, 2021
    Perry Sellers says:
    It was a privilege to work with Hoggie for many years at the Pfizer/ADM plant. He was indeed a unique individual. One thing I remember is that he had a heart of gold. He would help you any way he could. May he Rest In Peace.