The guys at Camp Lottabeer,New Lisbon Wi. wish to express our simpathies to Bill's family,Bill was our Mentor and teacher for many years,almost like our own father to most of us.He will forever be remembered in our deer camp.He taught s sportsmanship,praised us when we were sucessful,and let us have it when we out of line.His stories were always the high light of our hunting season.He loved to be hunting and we loved to have him in our hunting group.His teachings have keep us together as a group for now close to 3 generations.Each year many of the best stories and the most know stories are about Bill or stories Bill left us with.Thank you Bill for all you gave us through those years,and all the memories we will have for many years to come.Our hearts go out to your family and may God bless you all...Mike,Bill,Tom,and Bruce Laubinger,Mike,Terry,Mike jr.and Nick Simmons,Dennis Pierce,and Tim.Its because of you we are still a great group,your teachings have made us years of memories.We all loved Bill as if he was our own father....You will be missed....Mike

VERY SADDENED TO HEAR OF BILL'S PASSING ....ENJOYED THE FISH FRY'S...AND STORIES OF GOOD'OL DAYS.....GOD BLESS....MIKE HOPKINS ..SAN ANTONIO,TX

Grandpa Our Grandfather was a one of a kind. From the time we were little he showed us his strength by balancing us standing in one hand. The only one that would not do it was Stacy she would just sit there in his hand and laugh even though she did not follow in our footsteps. Grandpa had a smile and gleam in his eye to see her succeed. He loved to teach us how to fish. What times to remember on the lake with Grandpa? Some of my fond Memories were at his trailer up north while a tornado touched down not far from where we were sleeping. You never had a fear when Grandpa was there he would always keep you safe. Or the time I knew grandpa was up cutting the grass at the trailer by hand. Being all of 16 I gave Grandpa 2 surprises that day one being there to help him, the other was that I had our riding Lawn Mower in the back of my truck. We made quick work of the grass cutting and then sat by the lake and had a beer. He taught us how to fillet fish just ask his great fishing buddy and grandson Bob who use to have his fillets look like fish nuggets until Grandpa taught him how to fillet a fish with an electric knife. One of our favorite times was helping him in his garden. Whether it was titling, planting, watering, or learning Italian words that cannot be repeated here today. He had these words of wisdom for all of us “ Don’t plant until after Memorial Day” He loved gardening so much he would tell you the story about the day the circus came to town and he went over and asked if he could get some manure from the elephants and lions they offered to bring it all to him. He chuckled and said “ no I will come and get what I need thanks.” Or the time that he asked Grandma to go out and help him in the garden since he had to work late. He came home that night and she told him she did not care if they never had a garden again since in his large garden, he also like to put his fish guts and bones. She managed to find that sweet spot and cut her hand. Grandpa felt so bad he never asked her to do it again. Some of his favorite things to do were meet the boys at McDonald’s for coffee and small talk before they headed out to the lake to do some fishing. Or having everyone over for his famous fish fries. In his later years Grandpa realized that he was a good cook and some of his concoctions would make the best of us squirm but he was proud of it and that is all that mattered. He loved to eat everyone’s left overs and he said many times that it was hard to get a 10 from him but I can’t count the number of “10’s” he gave to out for everyone’s cooking. You never had to worry about what time you went to grandpa he was always ready for friends and family to share a cup of coffee or a beer and some simple conversation or to recount some priceless stories about days gone past. His friends were plentiful and he enjoyed all his time with them. His Family was one of his true inspirations from his brother Cub that he would talk on the phone with about the fishing up north, to his sister Ral, who would do anything that Grandpa asked. Grandpa told me that if she does not go to heaven there is no heaven cause she is an angel here on earth. He would talk about his brothers and sisters that passed before him and you knew from the stories that they where greatly missed. When he would go through the memories about his beloved wife you knew that she was the one most missed by him and that he loved her with every breath he took. From the stories on how he built their house and raised their 7 children to taken care of his father in law with great pride. He was so proud of his son Fred and the accomplishments that he has made in his life. To Claire he loved to share gardening tips and the love of crossword puzzles. His daughter Carol was his baby girl that he could not live without. He was proud of the day she married Keith since that was the day he was given another son to be proud of. His son Ronnie was the reason he lived and breathed for so many years. His daughter Pat was the reason for him having so many Great Grand children and great great grandchildren that gave him more family to love and share his wisdom with. To Donna and Billy the children that past before him just recalling some of the good times was enough to bring him to tears. His Grand Children were the light of his world he loved us all even though it took some bantering to get him to tell you in words, he always showed it more in actions. I can stand here for hours recounting all the memories about my Grandpa I am going to leave with this final note. This is not just a great man our Grandfather. This was a man in our eyes that could walk on water. Gin done grandpa to all your accomplishments and long life may you watch over us and may we take your words of wisdom with us always.

Bill was the best person I have ever known. He will live in my memory forever.