Friday, March 2, 2018
Of my earliest memories, I remember Bill working beside my dad on occasional Saturdays. Neither considered this a day off from work, and I do not think they even considered this work. They enjoyed each other's company, friendship and respect. When I was young, my job was to get the mid-morning coffee or handle the water jug on a hot summer day. Bill was the first one to pull you into a conversation, to tell a story, and to say thank you -- even to the water boy! And as I grew up, and took on more responsibility, I learned more lessons of hard work and humility from both men.
Over the years, I would occasionally drive down Locust St. to visit Angela and look over to see if the garage door was open. Un-announced, he would welcome me with a strong handshake or a bearhug!! Bill was forever curious of others around him, and always willing to offer a helping hand.
I know Bill and my dad are up in heaven, working on the backhoe. Missing us, but enjoying each other's company.
God Bless,
Karl Ruping
