There's a reason I write so much and adore Yonkers...my grandfather
died 100 days before I was born but lives forever in my heart.
as for you guys, i love you all.
sorry for sending again to those who read this on facebook...but so
many just won't join facebook...c'est la vie.
carpe diem and keep on truckin' and though i know most of you won't
and don't....i'd love to stay in touch.
:)
<<<The sudden death of William A. Spring, assistant editor
of the Catholic News, comes as such a shock to the thousands of people who knew
and admired him, largely because of the youthful spirit that he reflected in his
every activity and in his outlook on life.
For nearly a dozen years, Bill Spring was associated with the Yonkers
Statesman and the Herald Statesman, already then demonstrating his never-ending
interest in young people, particularly those leaning towards journalism.
He was an excellent reporter with an eager and inquiring mind, a fund of
common sense and good judgment, and a competency to sprinkle his writing with
wit, so that his sports stories and columns were fascinating.
Possessed of a deep faith in God, he wanted earnestly to serve where he
could find more direct spiritual satisfactions.
That is how and why he moved to work with the Catholic Youth Organization
and then, naturally, onto the Catholic News, where he found himself able to
carry forward several careers - as reporter and editor of a journal he highly
respected and where he was giving valued leadership, as director of a journalism
school for Catholic people, and as coworker and adviser and leader in the
Knights of Columbus, CYO and other groups. Meanwhile, he continued a
variety of community activities here.
He was a simple and unpretentious man, which gave him a carriage of real
dignity and of almost unwavering regard.
His youthful spirit was contagious. His enthusiasms were communicated
easily - almost effervescently - for he found great fun in good conversation, in
good works, in service to his God and his Church.
He was a hard worker, unsparingly generous of his talents. He avoided
the shoals of sham and pretense, because he had no use and no time for such
social meanderings.
Through the years his zest for life and for work, for his family and
friends remained undiminished - indeed, they seemed to increase. His walk
continued jaunty, his eagerness for news (and for the communication of news) was
amazingly vigorous.
Because he was a gifted writer, he held firm leadership in the field and so
able carried along the role of teacher in journalism, too. He was
enormously influential with a great many young people, who respected him highly
- and sometimes adored him.
He labored with a grace that tended to conceal the depth of his knowledge,
the wisdom and dependability of his judgments, his invariable good taste.
Obviously he tried to do too much - for he was unsparing in all his
devotions - but Bill Spring leaves a legacy of high service to community and
state, to his church and its affiliated organizations, to countless young people
and fellow newspapermen, to journalism as a distinguished profession.
Many on The Herald Statesman in Yonkers - and also many others far beyond -
will realize more and more that the privilege of having brushed against Bill
Spring and his unaffected life was a regarding and lasting experience in
personal relationship. We shall miss him very much for a very long
time.