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My grandfather, William (Bill) Kerr Murphy, passed away Wednesday evening, November 25, 2015. He had struggled with pneumonia the last several years, but this last bout was too much for his heart and lungs to fight off. Thank you to all who have expressed condolences.
Grandpa was born in Pulaski County, Indiana on May 6, 1914. He was proceeded in death by his wife of 77 years, my grandmother, Wilma (100). He is survived by one daughter Jacquelin (Larry) Berger, two grandsons, Kevin (Rebecca) Berger and Korey Berger, one granddaughter, Kristine Eisenhour, and two great grandchildren, Kyanne and Kameron Eisenhour.
At 101, he had led a long and good life. He graduated from Winamac High School where he met his wife Wilma (Wolfe). They were married on his birthday (so he couldn’t forget their anniversary) in 1935. He taught school for a time and joked about seeing some of the students he had taught in the nursing home with him! During WWII, he worked as a radio operator at Kingsbury Munitions Plant in Kingsford Heights, Indiana. That job gave him deferment from military duty, but he later gave up that deferment to join the Navy. He ran the mechanics shop in Puerto Rico repairing diesel engines on many ships that had been damaged in the war effort by U-boats. His wife got seriously ill and he was allowed to return home to care for his family with an early discharge. He ran the Shell Station in Winamac for several years before continuing his education to become an auditor doing municipal audits for the Indiana State Board of Accounts. While living in Winamac, he served on the Town Board, including a stint as President. Nearing retirement, he moved to Culver and had a home on the channels in Venetian Village, as well as a winter home in Lakeland, FL. Grandpa was a member of the Winamac Masonic Lodge and of the Scottish Rite for more than 50 years. He was also a lifetime member of the VFW.
I have a lot of good memories of all of my grandparents (many of which I shared here) and my Grandpa Murphy in-particular. Grandpa taught me to shoot and to fish. He took me along on Saturday mornings when he helped my grandmother’s uncle down in Monticello. He taught me that doing that good deed, and the hard work involved, was ample excuse for a couple of morning doughnuts!
Grandpa loved to collect antiques and he would spend hours stripping and refinishing those pieces. I spent many Saturdays with him as he worked on these. For most of that time I was too young to help, but I was there to see the time and effort that went into them. It was always impressive to see the progress as the pieces moved through the process of stripping, staining, and coat after coat after coat of varnish until the finish was like glass. We have several of those in our home including a secretary, a teacher’s desk, and a lawyer’s conference table. Becky was at an auction which my grandparents also attended. She had bid on a secretary, but it quickly went out of her budget. They consoled her afterwards and told her that the secretary he had finished was hers. The teacher’s desk is one of the old ones with the hinged top with storage underneath. It has a doweled fence around the top at the front that he painstakingly rebuilt. The lawyer’s table is now our dining room table. He found it in the basement of a courthouse when he was doing an audit. They were going to throw it out, but he got a janitor to help him carry it out of the basement and strap it to the top of his Pinto hatchback! I can only imagine what that looked like going down the road. He said that the knot tying he learned in the Navy served him well that day.
Most of his antique refinishing was done in his garage when my grandparents lived in Winamac. They had a Wheel Horse riding mower that I drove around the yard when I wasn’t helping in the garage. A few years ago I went by the old house and couldn’t believe how the yard and house had shrunk!
During his final years at the nursing home, I would make a point to visit him several times each week. Sometimes only two times, but sometimes every week night after work. I would try and get there before 6:00 pm to see him down to supper. I would listen as he told me about his day and would share what I was doing. Often I would leave there to go to a Town Council, Plan Commission or other meeting and he would encourage me to, “Keep them in line!”.
Grandpa was always fond of Colloquialisms… but he tended to shorten them. Having grown up with them, I was familar with most of the ones he used, but it was always funny to see him use one in front of the young aides at the nursing home. Not that they would have recognized them anyway, but when he shortened them, they made even less sense. One of the common ones he would use was, “I’m nervous as a cat!”, which was a shortened version of “I’m nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs!”. Not quite the same thing without the second part of the sentence, but it made sense to him and I knew what he meant… Some of the others were shortened to eliminate the four-letter-words or other imagery that were part of the punchline. For that reason I’ll skip quoting them here, but again, without the entire saying, they didn’t make a lot of sense to the uninitiated.
Grandpa was blessed with a long life and good health and good humor for most of it. He celebrated his 100th birthday with a party at the Culver VFW where he was doted on by friends, family and scores of acquaintances. Throughout his life, Grandpa never knew a stranger and nearly everyone that met him left as a friend. The Director of the State Board of Accounts, as well as several field examiners, attended the event and presented Grandpa with a certificate signed by the governor. Grandpa joked that as examiners they were just there to make sure they should still be sending the pension check.
Grandpa spent his last days in Miller’s Merry Manor in Culver where he had many residents and staff that he counted as friends.
Visitation will be noon to 2:00 pm on Monday, December 7, 2015 at the Wesley United Methodist Church in Culver with services to follow immediately in the Church at 2:00 pm. In lieu of flowers, memorials may be given to the Culver VFW or the Scottish Rite. The Odom Funeral Home in Culver is in charge of the arrangements.
I attended the memorial service for Bobbie Ruhnow on Saturday. I wrote about our friendship previously here.
The service was nicely done. There was a presentation by the VFW Ladies Auxiliary. It was obvious that there were close ties there, many of which I had heard about from Bobbie. It was an organization to which Bobbie was very proud to have belonged.
Rhonda Reinhold, Bobbie’s granddaughter, made a moving speech about her grandmother. Many of the themes she spoke of were so obviously part of Bobbie’s nature. I recognized them and experienced them even though I was not family.
Ralph Winters also spoke. As a non-family member, that has to be hard to do. Ralph did a nice job of summing up Bobbie’s career with the town. I thought he was a fine representative of those that had worked with her on multiple community boards, commissions and projects.
Leaving the service it was obvious that Bobbie will be missed by many in the community. I count myself among those that will miss Bobbie. Culver is a better place due to her tireless efforts, but unfortunately it is a lesser place due to losing her.
I’ve written about the new parking lot slated for downtown Culver here and here, I had a somewhat heated exchange the other day regarding the parking lot and whether it was an issue that affected Lake Maxinkuckee. So here is my mini rant list on why this is an environmental issue:
All of this is nothing but a philosophical argument at this point anyway. The die has been cast on this one and my only reason for arguing about it is to point out a missed opportunity. Still, it is frustrating to see those opportunities slip away…
Comic source: thedrunkencyclist
The Culver Town Council held a public hearing on the new building permit fees Tuesday evening. As expected, someone had rallied the troops, and there were quite a few people there to protest. The room wasn’t quite filled to capacity, but it was close. There were quite a few contractors present as well as residents living in the extra territorial boundary. Kevin Overmyer, Marshall County Commissioner, was there as well as Chuck DeWitt, Marshall County Building Inspector. Al Eisenhour was there speaking on behalf of the Marshall County Home Builders Association as well. For the most part they echoed the concerns I expressed in my previous post here. Where it took a wild bounce though was when they started comparing permit fees between those proposed in Culver and those proposed in the county. They were listing comparisons where the fees would be double or sometimes quadruple or more for a permit for the same building in the county as opposed to within Culver’s jurisdiction. This appeared to resonate with Commissioner Overmyer. It was fairly clear that he was there to support those in the audience not the Town of Culver. This concerns me because it is my understanding that Culver’s extra territorial boundary is administered by Culver at the discretion of Marshall County. It could be rescinded. It appears that instead of taking steps to expand our extra territorial boundary for which I have lobbied, Culver is now in a position of potentially losing what they have.
I lost another good friend at the end of last month. Bobetta (Bobbie) Ruhnow passed away on October 31st. You can read her impressive obituary here. But that obituary hardly does her justice…
I first became acquainted with Bobbie as a friend in the early nineties shortly after I moved back to Culver. Dad said that part of the business was public service and soon after attending a few Chamber of Commerce meetings as Easterday’s representative I was asked to join the board. Bobbie’s involvement there led us to work together on many Culver projects including the inception of the Second Century Committee, the Mary Means Study, the Osborn Square Study, the Ratio Charrette and the Ratio Comprehensive Plan. Eventually we were involved with so many things together she quipped, “If you show up for Thanksgiving Dinner next week, I won’t even bat an eye. I see you enough that you’re like part of the family.” There were many times she joked about wanting to adopt me… I felt honored that she felt that way about me.