Baseball and back porches.
A radio game, a glass of sweet tea, and anyone who wanted to sit a while.
1941 – 2026. Husband, father, grandfather, veteran, Little League coach and the best storyteller at every cookout. His family made this page so the stories keep being told.
Example pageWalter served four years in the Navy, came home to marry his high-school sweetheart, June, and spent forty years as a machinist who could fix anything with a wrench and patience. On weekends he coached Little League, and decades later grown men still stopped him at the grocery store to say thank you.
Do it right, do it kind, and leave it better than you found it.
A radio game, a glass of sweet tea, and anyone who wanted to sit a while.
Every game, every recital, every move, every hospital waiting room.
June, three children, seven grandchildren and two great-grandchildren.
The day the team bus broke down and Pop fixed it in a parking lot with a borrowed belt and a paper clip — and still got them to the game on time.
Sixty-one years wasn't long enough. Save me a seat on the porch.
You taught us to throw a curveball and to never walk past someone who needs help. We'll keep doing both.