Four years of knowing Bill made my
life more meaningful. I was afraid to fall in love again and get hurt. But the
trauma of the past,which has
been very frustrating in me, was unburdened since Bill came into my life .The
emptiness in my heart was filled with reason because of love. He promised me
I'll never cry and get lonely again. He was always there as my best half. Bill
accepted me for being me. He loved my children and accepted as his family too.
Bill became the father as to being a father as my children never used to have.
How I
missed every moment we spent together, all the love and care, laughs, though
sometimes, Bill doesn't want me to worry that's why he hides the pain because
of his shingles making funny jokes of my pronunciation (telling me "Oh,
You're full of baloney!") and some things just to keep him busy.
He
brings out the best in me. Bill showed me how good life could be especially if
it is going to be with someone you truly love. Yet, I wasn't brave enough when
he left me behind. I wish I could have been part of Bill's life much longer.
Though perhaps, I should thank God for allowing me to become a part of his
life. Bill will always be the best thing that happened to me.
I will
miss you terribly Honey! You knew how much I love you...
--Natty
I have a few thoughts about my dad.
1. When
I was in high school, dad wanted me home by midnight. If I was late, he'd get
out the home movies. He'd invite the boyfriend in for a really late viewing of
my very young years: picking my nose and throwing fits. It really made me want
to get home before midnight!
2. He
always was great at fixing things. Once I had a 45 record I loved, brand new.
Somehow it got warped in the sun when a curtain was left open in the living room.
Dad said he could fix it so he dropped it into a pot of boiling water. The
record shriveled up into a ball. He thought that was so funny, he hated my
music.
3. I
loved stories of his childhood. One in particular: He and his young friends in
Holland disliked the farmer next door. He was a mean old guy and disliked dad
and his friends. So one night they took apart his hay wagon, hauled all the
parts up on top of the old guys barn then put the wagon back together again.
We miss
you Dad.
--Carol
My big brother, Bill, was always a
hero to me--always helpful and he could fix anything, a toy or bike, whatever
was needed, when I was a little kid. Bill was a teenager when I was born so
that he was a young man, almost like an uncle, when I was growing up. He was an
imaginative inventor--created a clock radio years before anyone else (l935) and
had a thirst for knowledge all his life. The depression meant that he had to
leave school early but he qualified in engineering courses during his many
years of night school. His work in meteorology was well recognized in Canada
and again in the U.S when he was able to join NASA. One of his inventions is on
the moon at this very time--it is a box that contains weather instruments that
record important data about the sun's effects on the moon that are received in
Mountain View, CA. You can never look at
the moon again without thinking about Bill's box! Bill also had a wicked sense
of humour--the Dutch Imp personified, and he loved to
play practical jokes. We all have our memories of his influence on our lives. I
am only sorry we didn't see him very often of late. It would have been great to
recall the highlights of our lives together. My best memories of Bill are of
the times we did spend with him and Edith, the wind beneath his wings, and
their terrific family. My love and condolenses to you
all,
--Mona and Norm
One thing I remember about your
father was an occasion when he and Edith were on the way to visit us. I believe
they had been in Baltimore, then went to New York,
where Edith discovered she had left her contact lenses in Baltimore! Your
father took public transit, a difficult route, back to Baltimore to retrieve
them. That showed a measure of thoughtfulness, I think. (Who knows what was
said?!).
Regards
and love
--Aunt Jackie
In honor of the King of puns,
please add "When kissing flowers, tulips are better than one."
xxx ooo
--Jodie
I have some memories of Bill when we
were children. I do recall that he was forever breaking his nose and I
remember, when we lived on that beautiful property in Greensville,
Ontario, (with the fantastic and dangerous waterfall) standing there and
watching as the family doctor cleaned Bill's nasal passages. I just knew how
painful it must have been for him and how very brave he was. (I have a letter
from Fran, postdated from Greensville, when she wrote
to me when they visited the property where Bill lived. She was very generous
that way.) The main thought I have when I think of Bill is when we lived on
Huron Street in Toronto. The house had 4 stories (if you count the basement)
and Bill's room was on the top. Somehow he managed to invent a way to
communicate with the rest of the family from his lofty room and I believe this
idea was eventually stolen by a major corporation. Had the family been more
aware of what their son was doing, Bill could have been the 'Bill Gates' of his
time. Had there been an internet and had they been aware of patents, etc., Bill
would have been famous. Not to mention the many, many inventions he turned over
to the Weather Bureau in Toronto. Unfortunately, as with NASA, anything you
invent belongs to your employer; you know that when you sign on. As I remember,
Bill was only interested in the invention, never the possible financial
rewards. I'd like the grandchildren to
think of their grandfather as an inventor and an original thinker; one who
thought 'outside the box' 'way before his time..
--Dora van Ark
My Uncle Bill never shied away from
a challenge to invent something! My Dad,
Hank Sauro, made some pretty great Italian meatballs in his day. People would always say, “You should bottle
these and sell them in stores.” The only
problem was that Hank made each meatball by hand, carefully rolling the meat
mix between the palms of his hands. It
took about an hour to make a family-size batch of his meatballs. You could never make a profit when it took
this long to make each meatball. Well, Uncle Bill took up this challenge and
created a prototype “Meatball Making Machine.”
It was amazing! It had two
oscillating plates between which the meat mix would be placed, and after a few
seconds, out came a perfectly formed meatball!
Hank’s meatballs never made it to supermarket shelves, but Uncle Bill’s
Meatball Making Machine sure resides in my long-term memory!
--Bill Sauro
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