William Hobert Anglin
Born May 7, 1919, in Berryville Arkansas. Passed peacefully on January 15, 2017, in Pacific Washington.
He grew up in a small town in Arkansas and migrated to the west as soon as he graduated from high school. He had many jobs from being a lumber jack, a taxi driver, to working on a steamer ship between Seattle and Alaska. When he was rejected by the army due to injuries to his feet, he discovered strawberry picking in Hayden Lake Idaho and noticed… a pretty young girl with a big smile. He could not resist her beauty and charm and so they started dating. One cannot live on strawberries alone so he got a job at Boeing to help with the war effort. But, he couldn’t stay away from Hayden Lake and was driving from there to work in Seattle several times a month. Finally on August 2, 1942, he married his dream girl Gladys and the rest is history. With four sons, 11 granddaughters, two grandsons, 10 great granddaughters and five great grandsons later, he leaves quite a legacy.
He is survived by his wife of 74 years, Gladys, four sons, 28 grandchildren, and three half-sisters. He outlived one brother and three sisters and countless half brothers and sisters from his father’s second marriage.
Our father loved family. He raised his four sons while being disabled. He was nearly killed as a result of an industrial accident while working at Boeing in the mid-1940s after which he endured several operations on his back and legs. Never one to give up on anything, he rehabilitated himself through much effort until he was able to enjoy (with constant pain) gardening, fishing, hunting and other outdoor activities. He took a lot of pride in his garden, raising enough food to feed not only our family but, all the neighbors and friends as well. He was also a back yard mechanic, being able to get automobile motors to come back to life when others would just throw them away.
He spent countless hours playing chess and pinochle, even winning some of the time. When entertaining others he would start shuffling the cards as soon as the dinner dishes were washed and put away. Play would go on until the wee hours with laughter and jostling. All of the daughters-in-laws were expected to join in so he would often have two games running at the same time.
No matter the time of day or night, if someone needed help he would be there in an instant. He had a tow chain and he knew how to use it. No one stayed stuck for long, but, it was a real thrill to be towed home behind him. He only had one speed, very fast. Being towed at 60 mph behind a 10 foot long chain wrapped around your bumper was very exciting, especially down hills, around corners and through cross traffic. Somehow we always made it back to the Maple Valley house where necessary repairs could be done.
We could go on and on with stories and there are so many more. He will be missed. Knowing he is now resting in a better place allows us to reflect on him and the future without him. He is gone but not forgotten.
R
Born May 7, 1919, in Berryville Arkansas. Passed peacefully on January 15, 2017, in Pacific Washington.
He grew up in a small town in Arkansas and migrated to the west as soon as he graduated from high school. He had many jobs from being a lumber jack, a taxi driver, to working on a steamer ship between Seattle and Alaska. When he was rejected by the army due to injuries to his feet, he discovered strawberry picking in Hayden Lake Idaho and noticed… a pretty young girl with a big smile. He could not resist her beauty and charm and so they started dating. One cannot live on strawberries alone so he got a job at Boeing to help with the war effort. But, he couldn’t stay away from Hayden Lake and was driving from there to work in Seattle several times a month. Finally on August 2, 1942, he married his dream girl Gladys and the rest is history. With four sons, 11 granddaughters, two grandsons, 10 great granddaughters and five great grandsons later, he leaves quite a legacy.
He is survived by his wife of 74 years, Gladys, four sons, 28 grandchildren, and three half-sisters. He outlived one brother and three sisters and countless half brothers and sisters from his father’s second marriage.
Our father loved family. He raised his four sons while being disabled. He was nearly killed as a result of an industrial accident while working at Boeing in the mid-1940s after which he endured several operations on his back and legs. Never one to give up on anything, he rehabilitated himself through much effort until he was able to enjoy (with constant pain) gardening, fishing, hunting and other outdoor activities. He took a lot of pride in his garden, raising enough food to feed not only our family but, all the neighbors and friends as well. He was also a back yard mechanic, being able to get automobile motors to come back to life when others would just throw them away.
He spent countless hours playing chess and pinochle, even winning some of the time. When entertaining others he would start shuffling the cards as soon as the dinner dishes were washed and put away. Play would go on until the wee hours with laughter and jostling. All of the daughters-in-laws were expected to join in so he would often have two games running at the same time.
No matter the time of day or night, if someone needed help he would be there in an instant. He had a tow chain and he knew how to use it. No one stayed stuck for long, but, it was a real thrill to be towed home behind him. He only had one speed, very fast. Being towed at 60 mph behind a 10 foot long chain wrapped around your bumper was very exciting, especially down hills, around corners and through cross traffic. Somehow we always made it back to the Maple Valley house where necessary repairs could be done.
We could go on and on with stories and there are so many more. He will be missed. Knowing he is now resting in a better place allows us to reflect on him and the future without him. He is gone but not forgotten.
R
William Hobert Anglin
Born May 7, 1919, in Berryville Arkansas. Passed peacefully on January 15, 2017, in Pacific Washington.
He grew up in a small town in Arkansas and migrated to the west as soon as he graduated from high school. He had many jobs from being a lumber jack, a taxi driver, to working on a steamer ship between Seattle and Alaska. When he was rejected by the army due to injuries to his feet, he discovered strawberry picking in Hayden Lake Idaho and noticed… a pretty young girl with a big smile. He could not resist her beauty and charm and so they started dating. One cannot live on strawberries alone so he got a job at Boeing to help with the war effort. But, he couldn’t stay away from Hayden Lake and was driving from there to work in Seattle several times a month. Finally on August 2, 1942, he married his dream girl Gladys and the rest is history. With four sons, 11 granddaughters, two grandsons, 10 great granddaughters and five great grandsons later, he leaves quite a legacy.
He is survived by his wife of 74 years, Gladys, four sons, 28 grandchildren, and three half-sisters. He outlived one brother and three sisters and countless half brothers and sisters from his father’s second marriage.
Our father loved family. He raised his four sons while being disabled. He was nearly killed as a result of an industrial accident while working at Boeing in the mid-1940s after which he endured several operations on his back and legs. Never one to give up on anything, he rehabilitated himself through much effort until he was able to enjoy (with constant pain) gardening, fishing, hunting and other outdoor activities. He took a lot of pride in his garden, raising enough food to feed not only our family but, all the neighbors and friends as well. He was also a back yard mechanic, being able to get automobile motors to come back to life when others would just throw them away.
He spent countless hours playing chess and pinochle, even winning some of the time. When entertaining others he would start shuffling the cards as soon as the dinner dishes were washed and put away. Play would go on until the wee hours with laughter and jostling. All of the daughters-in-laws were expected to join in so he would often have two games running at the same time.
No matter the time of day or night, if someone needed help he would be there in an instant. He had a tow chain and he knew how to use it. No one stayed stuck for long, but, it was a real thrill to be towed home behind him. He only had one speed, very fast. Being towed at 60 mph behind a 10 foot long chain wrapped around your bumper was very exciting, especially down hills, around corners and through cross traffic. Somehow we always made it back to the Maple Valley house where necessary repairs could be done.
We could go on and on with stories and there are so many more. He will be missed. Knowing he is now resting in a better place allows us to reflect on him and the future without him. He is gone but not forgotten.
R
Born May 7, 1919, in Berryville Arkansas. Passed peacefully on January 15, 2017, in Pacific Washington.
He grew up in a small town in Arkansas and migrated to the west as soon as he graduated from high school. He had many jobs from being a lumber jack, a taxi driver, to working on a steamer ship between Seattle and Alaska. When he was rejected by the army due to injuries to his feet, he discovered strawberry picking in Hayden Lake Idaho and noticed… a pretty young girl with a big smile. He could not resist her beauty and charm and so they started dating. One cannot live on strawberries alone so he got a job at Boeing to help with the war effort. But, he couldn’t stay away from Hayden Lake and was driving from there to work in Seattle several times a month. Finally on August 2, 1942, he married his dream girl Gladys and the rest is history. With four sons, 11 granddaughters, two grandsons, 10 great granddaughters and five great grandsons later, he leaves quite a legacy.
He is survived by his wife of 74 years, Gladys, four sons, 28 grandchildren, and three half-sisters. He outlived one brother and three sisters and countless half brothers and sisters from his father’s second marriage.
Our father loved family. He raised his four sons while being disabled. He was nearly killed as a result of an industrial accident while working at Boeing in the mid-1940s after which he endured several operations on his back and legs. Never one to give up on anything, he rehabilitated himself through much effort until he was able to enjoy (with constant pain) gardening, fishing, hunting and other outdoor activities. He took a lot of pride in his garden, raising enough food to feed not only our family but, all the neighbors and friends as well. He was also a back yard mechanic, being able to get automobile motors to come back to life when others would just throw them away.
He spent countless hours playing chess and pinochle, even winning some of the time. When entertaining others he would start shuffling the cards as soon as the dinner dishes were washed and put away. Play would go on until the wee hours with laughter and jostling. All of the daughters-in-laws were expected to join in so he would often have two games running at the same time.
No matter the time of day or night, if someone needed help he would be there in an instant. He had a tow chain and he knew how to use it. No one stayed stuck for long, but, it was a real thrill to be towed home behind him. He only had one speed, very fast. Being towed at 60 mph behind a 10 foot long chain wrapped around your bumper was very exciting, especially down hills, around corners and through cross traffic. Somehow we always made it back to the Maple Valley house where necessary repairs could be done.
We could go on and on with stories and there are so many more. He will be missed. Knowing he is now resting in a better place allows us to reflect on him and the future without him. He is gone but not forgotten.
R
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