February 17, 2019
February 17, 2019
WE live in a world of circles that spread to other circles and touch, intertwine, mingle with. These circles are called the Circle/s of influence and eventually one will cross the boundary of one we have met in our lives.
MY circle of influence reaches out and touches Tandra from Second Winds Community Band where she plays Saxaphone up in front of me. The girls circles touch mine through Dayton High School as they were students and I a wood shop, math, drafting teacher and through these circles, my circle eventually meets and crosses the edge of a circle of Stanley Robert Hill of Yakima, Washington, to which he is firmly encased.
It is truly a wonder of nature and God's will how his circle eventually met and crossed the edge of a circle of a boy from NorCal, just north of Lake Tahoe. It took many years for the two circles to bounce around in the cosmos, a war in Vietnam, a move from Yakima and Quincy to a little town called Dayton, for the magnet like circles to find and attach to many other circles along the way for Stan and Jim to meet, our circles, our lives finally meeting.
Stan, a builder, a fellow Navy Vet of the Vietnam war, a father of my students, the husband of a wonderful lady in band, a good man.
From time to time, I would receive a phone call from Stan wanting to know if I knew of a builder or laborer that could help him on one of his houses......
or maybe it was a chance meeting in WinCo where we leaned against the wall in the dairy section and talked about our Navy experiences, the aircraft carriers we each were attached to. Usually these conversations were filled with emotion, conversations that soon squeezed tears from our memories and love for what we had done in our youth. WE, both proud veterans, not ashamed of our time in service although in the 60's, society had a skewed viewpoint of our activity and rather spurned us a we quietly returned to our homes and lives we left behind to serve our great nation.
In a book that I am writing, "Dayton's Sailors, Soldiers, Marines and Air Men", I am documenting the experiences of every Vet I can find in the Dayton area, that has any connection with Dayton, Stan is included and in Stan's section has thoughts of his time on the USS Kittyhawk (CV 62). He was very proud of his time in the Navy and I hope the article reflects that about him.
When it's all said and done, after we pass to the other side, the other plane, into the streets and realms of our Heavenly Father, all that remains of our time here is what self or others lay to ink and paper, that those that follow will have any idea of who or what we were or stood for.
Stan was a good man, lived a good life, raised a wonderful family, left his mark on his inventions and homes he designed and fabricated. His body failed him far too soon. You will be missed Mr. Stanley Robert Hill of Yakima, Washington. RIP Bro.
MY circle of influence reaches out and touches Tandra from Second Winds Community Band where she plays Saxaphone up in front of me. The girls circles touch mine through Dayton High School as they were students and I a wood shop, math, drafting teacher and through these circles, my circle eventually meets and crosses the edge of a circle of Stanley Robert Hill of Yakima, Washington, to which he is firmly encased.
It is truly a wonder of nature and God's will how his circle eventually met and crossed the edge of a circle of a boy from NorCal, just north of Lake Tahoe. It took many years for the two circles to bounce around in the cosmos, a war in Vietnam, a move from Yakima and Quincy to a little town called Dayton, for the magnet like circles to find and attach to many other circles along the way for Stan and Jim to meet, our circles, our lives finally meeting.
Stan, a builder, a fellow Navy Vet of the Vietnam war, a father of my students, the husband of a wonderful lady in band, a good man.
From time to time, I would receive a phone call from Stan wanting to know if I knew of a builder or laborer that could help him on one of his houses......
or maybe it was a chance meeting in WinCo where we leaned against the wall in the dairy section and talked about our Navy experiences, the aircraft carriers we each were attached to. Usually these conversations were filled with emotion, conversations that soon squeezed tears from our memories and love for what we had done in our youth. WE, both proud veterans, not ashamed of our time in service although in the 60's, society had a skewed viewpoint of our activity and rather spurned us a we quietly returned to our homes and lives we left behind to serve our great nation.
In a book that I am writing, "Dayton's Sailors, Soldiers, Marines and Air Men", I am documenting the experiences of every Vet I can find in the Dayton area, that has any connection with Dayton, Stan is included and in Stan's section has thoughts of his time on the USS Kittyhawk (CV 62). He was very proud of his time in the Navy and I hope the article reflects that about him.
When it's all said and done, after we pass to the other side, the other plane, into the streets and realms of our Heavenly Father, all that remains of our time here is what self or others lay to ink and paper, that those that follow will have any idea of who or what we were or stood for.
Stan was a good man, lived a good life, raised a wonderful family, left his mark on his inventions and homes he designed and fabricated. His body failed him far too soon. You will be missed Mr. Stanley Robert Hill of Yakima, Washington. RIP Bro.