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This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Stan Hill . We will remember him forever.

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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.
January 19, 2019
January 19, 2019
The world aches at the loss of such a person of generosity and integrity as Stan...the caliber you only ever see every once an awhile. Over the 30ish years I knew Stan, I watched him drop everything to help a neighbor, to be present with you listening to what you had to say (really listening) and asking questions, to help you problem solve something you were working on and even weeks later when you saw him would have a solution or on several occasions call you up out of the blue because a solution came to him... what a great mind. My experience of Stan is he believed in the human potential of us all, and not differently because you were a woman (I so respected this about him over the years). If I had nickel for every time he has said "you know, I know a guy/gal..." a friend to many, so graciously humble with his person and talents, a kind and truly good person. The hardest worker EVER! Devoted to his family, always so proud of his wife and daughters... A dear friend to our family, especially my parents, there is a huge hole left on the hill and in our hearts. Stan, we were so blessed to have known you and been your friend~ Tandra, girls, and family - thinking of you all.
December 29, 2018
December 29, 2018
I remember Mr. Hill as a wonderful larger-than-life figure when I met him in late summer 2004. Passionate and excited, he could easily be hailed as the King of the Do-It-Yourselfers. I’m certain he could fix, repair, or make any broken thing work, and make anything work better. When he learned I loved motorcycles, he whisked me over to an ancient Yamaha Maxim in the barn. It looked like it was made out of rust and weeds, and was missing its seat. As he told me about the model’s durability and other bikes he’d had, he adjusted a knob, fiddled with a wire, and casually fired it up like most people make toast or add cream to their coffee. For him it was effortless, and to me it was magic. He left an indelible impression.
December 25, 2018
December 25, 2018
I have known Stan, as neighbor and friend, probably 30 years and like so many others found him to be not only inspiring and giving of his time but a problem solver.
In 2001 we bought a piece of property over in central Oregon about 50 miles south of Bend and 180 miles from here.
The previous owner had a manufactured home which she took with her when she moved. So it was a bare piece of ground that had power to a meter base. We moved a travel trailer over there but we could not hook up to the power. I told Stan that we thought we needed to call an electrician to come out and make it happen.
Stan said that he, Tandra, Nat and her friend would be over at Sisters. He said they were planning on going to Crater Lake and would be passing within a mile of where we were. He said he could stop by on the way. When they got there it didn’t take him long and we had power that we could use. I wanted to pay him for helping but he didn’t want to take any money.
About a year later we decided to build a cabin. We got a contractor and everything was going fine but about halfway through the contractor was forced out of business by someone from Sunriver. The young man who was the foreman helped us complete the cabin.
Stan had bartered repair work on a pickup for quite a bit of slate tile, he thought we might be interested to use it in the cabin. So we traded a beat up wood splitter for 500 ft.² of slate.
Stan called me up one day and said that he had bought a Bobcat from someone in Sunriver and wanted to know if I would like to ride along with him over to get it. He suggested we could take the slate and drop it off at the cabin because not only was it on the way we were only 20 miles from Sunriver.
Later when it came time to wire the cabin, construction was so busy in Bend we couldn’t get an electrician to come out. Another problem, but Stan said why don’t you do it yourself and he would help us. He went to Lowe’s with us to get what we needed. Stan, Donna, and I drove the 180 miles over to the cabin a one-day turnaround. Stan brought the power from the meter base into the breaker box. Now we had power in the cabin. 
Our son helped us string the wire and put in the boxes. Finally when we were ready to do the final connections; Stan came with us for another 180 mile turn-around trip to do a final inspection and wire in the breakers. He was there with advice and moral support the whole way.
In 2009, a couple of years after the cabin was completed Stan and Tandra had a chance to spend some time there alone.
December 23, 2018
December 23, 2018
I first really got to know Stan quite a few years ago now. I was in a little corner studio in the back of a mechanics shop where he would stop by and chat with old Dean about this machine and that machine, tractors, heavy equipment, etc. I would sit there and listen in awe of his knowledge and cleverness.
I'm pretty sure he wasn't particularly fond of me at the beginning yet he always treated me with kindness! But as time went on, we got to know each other and I soon looked forward to seeing him and cherished the times of visiting with him at coffee, the occasional meal, or simply in the store or by the roadside talking about everything from family to guns to motorcycles.
I particularly recall one summer day as I was out for my walk and ran into him by the side of the road. We sat down on the grass and he reminisced about his life and his adventures. At one point, with tears in his eyes, he told me of how he met and fell in love with Tandra, their marriage, and continuing that tender and passionate love in his girls and family.
My only regret in my friendship with Stan is that there weren't enough of those moments - there weren't enough years...
But, like those who have that great faith and hope - that Stan had - I celebrate in knowing, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that he is resting with Jesus and that whatever moments or time we missed here in this mortal life I will be able to know Stan fully and eternally at that last trumpet! Praise God!
"And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, 'Look! God’s dwelling place is now among the people, and he will dwell with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God. He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.” Revelation 21: 3&4
December 23, 2018
December 23, 2018
Where I can easily recall Stan’s smiling face asking how I was doing, the impact that Stan had on my life was easily through the joy and companionship he brought to the people closest to me.
He enriched the lives of my father and grandparents and was so much more than a neighbor on the hill. He will be truly missed and I will be grateful forever.
December 22, 2018
December 22, 2018
I have known Stan for many years.... he was such a kind, smart humble man of many talents.
A friend who was easy to talk to ... with a very wide range of knowledge in so many fields.
He had such a gift for talking, with a calm and soothing voice.
I am thankful for the time I knew him.... and looking forward to that great day we meet again.
You are going to be missed... love you my friend!
December 19, 2018
December 19, 2018
With the heaviest of hearts, I sit down to remember someone I wish I could have had more time to know better, but am also profoundly privileged to have gotten to have known over the last few years. So many unspoken conversations, I just assumed would happen between us in the future....and now they just sit...... I met Stan a couple of years ago...he moseyed his way up to our new home to meet us after we moved on the lane, as he was a staple of the 'Blue Bird Hill Community.' At the time, I was very pregnant with our 3rd child, a son, and we had moved some of my farm animals to the hill with us to start a new life. My beloved goats needed hay over the winter when we could not rotate them on fresh greens as we had done before. I was not in a place to do a hay season myself, so he took my husband (my city raised, gentleman, engineer, farmer) under his wing and taught him everything he knew about haying in 2 seasons. Stan was beyond generous to my family. He not only taught my husband new skills, he also passed on his "off the wing" engineering techniques to us over the last 2 years. He exchanged hay, barn space, and pasture space for our help. He will never know how much I saw that act as true kindness & sustainability. As a young mother, growing a family, and starting our farm in a new location; having hay to feed ours over the winter was beyond generous and literally sustained us and our livestock as we grew/ grow. Stan also allowed me to run pasture based poultry on his family's land this last year. I raised about 500 Organic, Pasture raised chickens and turkeys in growing season 2018. I'd love coming down to his place early in the AM, and running into him in his standard Big Smith overalls and flannel, and having conversations that reminded me of my home in the Ozarks. All the old timers wear Big Smith's there! We'd often share stories about what it was like in the good ol' days....things from my childhood like party phone lines, outhouses, and implication of indoor plumbing! (The Ozarks are a little behind the rest of the country!) I so enjoyed laughing with him over how the times have changed. One of my last interactions with him was as I was moving the holiday turkeys onto pasture. He stopped by, took a tour of the new "turkey tractor. "Which, of course, he helped me fulfill the dreams of building it by providing half of the supplies by doing his signature move of "parting the weeds" for equipment/ supplies. We talked about the breed of turkey I chose this year, and how exciting it was to see turkeys back on the hill. When Stan got sick, I kept thinking, "When he gets home he's going to be so shocked at how big those turkeys are getting." I will forever be sad that he never got to see them grow. It will be missed that I can't share laughs and stories with him anymore, or watch his gentle smile crack out slowly when my daughter tries to hand him a wildflower she picked off his field. My heart and thoughts are with Tandra, their girls, and Granddaughter. The world truly lost one the the greats.... they just don't make 'em like that anymore. Rest in Peace, my friend and neighbor.
December 18, 2018
December 18, 2018
I had the privilege to meet Stan a couple of years ago when my wife and I moved onto the hill that he has called home for 30 years, I believe. He was one of the first to welcome us, and when he heard I needed hay, in true Stan fashion, he invited me down to his place where I learned to operate a variety of equipment, sometimes rebuilt from charred remains w/o the luxury of labels on the controls, to get what we needed directly off the field. I had never operated a hay bailer before last year, and now I'm more familiar with the inner workings of a variety of heavy equipment than I ever imagined I would be. When something breaks, we roll up our sleeves, figure it out, and get to fixing it. It's a value he has reinforced in me. His wit, patience and good-hearted nature will be sorely missed by all who had the privilege to know him.
He was a brilliant engineer. It seemed he could fix or build anything anything from a car, tractor, house or seagoing vessel. He used these skills to build a beautiful life and homestead here on the hill. He was shared his time and skills liberally with his friends and neighbors. He was a proud father and encouraged me to make sure to send my kids to the local schools, because his daughters went there and they have masters degrees. During his illness, during treatment, he would be out in heavy equipment digging a trench for the utilities to the house he was building for he and his wife. He reminds me a lot of my grandpa in those ways. A hard worker to the bitter end, who loved his family, was always there to roll up his sleeves and lend a hand to a neighbor in need, and was just an overall, good natured, man that I'm glad to have known and will dearly miss.
December 18, 2018
December 18, 2018
I first met Stan eighteen years ago and had way of knowing the impact that he would have on my life.  I naturally gravitated to him for his vast knowledge of all things electrical & mechanical. He would often say "George, everything is held together with nuts & bolts. Just start taking them out and you'll get to the problem."  Well that over simplification gave me the confidence to dive headlong into projects way beyond my ability... the result was that Stan was often at the top of my speed dial list.  I can not begin to list the times that Stan at the drop of a hat would come to my rescue. 
Stan taught me not to let yourself, other or anything to stop you. No matter how broken and constraining his physical body it never prevented him from tacking a new project.  Stan would go to equipment auctions and buy the most hopeless machine that everyone else passed on because it was so burned up... in 4-6 months he had it working and was working a trade. 
The world lost a brilliant light with Stan's passing. I will never forget my friend and mentor, he will always be in my thoughts.  My prayers are with Tandra and his family.

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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.
January 19, 2019
January 19, 2019
The world aches at the loss of such a person of generosity and integrity as Stan...the caliber you only ever see every once an awhile. Over the 30ish years I knew Stan, I watched him drop everything to help a neighbor, to be present with you listening to what you had to say (really listening) and asking questions, to help you problem solve something you were working on and even weeks later when you saw him would have a solution or on several occasions call you up out of the blue because a solution came to him... what a great mind. My experience of Stan is he believed in the human potential of us all, and not differently because you were a woman (I so respected this about him over the years). If I had nickel for every time he has said "you know, I know a guy/gal..." a friend to many, so graciously humble with his person and talents, a kind and truly good person. The hardest worker EVER! Devoted to his family, always so proud of his wife and daughters... A dear friend to our family, especially my parents, there is a huge hole left on the hill and in our hearts. Stan, we were so blessed to have known you and been your friend~ Tandra, girls, and family - thinking of you all.
December 29, 2018
December 29, 2018
I remember Mr. Hill as a wonderful larger-than-life figure when I met him in late summer 2004. Passionate and excited, he could easily be hailed as the King of the Do-It-Yourselfers. I’m certain he could fix, repair, or make any broken thing work, and make anything work better. When he learned I loved motorcycles, he whisked me over to an ancient Yamaha Maxim in the barn. It looked like it was made out of rust and weeds, and was missing its seat. As he told me about the model’s durability and other bikes he’d had, he adjusted a knob, fiddled with a wire, and casually fired it up like most people make toast or add cream to their coffee. For him it was effortless, and to me it was magic. He left an indelible impression.
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