As an officer, board member,
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shoes; lobbyist, philanthropist and volunteer, he had his heart and hands in
dozens of agencies and nonprofits including:
The Cleveland Orchestra, Cleveland Metroparks Zoo, Cleveland Ballet, Cleveland Playhouse, Shoes and Clothes for Kids, The Temple, Jewish Family Service Association, Recovery Resources, the Cleveland Museum of Art, the Maltz Museum, the Anti-Defamation League, the Jewish Community Federation, Sisters of Charity Foundation, Western Reserve AIDS Foundation, Volunteer Lawyers for the Arts and Hough Area Development.
Bill loved Cleveland unconditionally.
He loved it with his wallet and his talents and his energy and his presence.
His life belonged to the whole community. As one rabbi said at his funeral, Bill did everything he could for as long as he could to improve this place we all call home.
I knew Bill as a friend who tossed homemade chocolate banana bread onto our doorstep in the middle of the night. We had to hurry to grab the bread before the skunks beat us to it.
No matter what was going on in his life, he met it with a smile or a shrug, even the cancer that roared through him in 10 short months. He was 66.
We couldn't really call ourselves mourners at his funeral last week. His life was a party, and we were all invited to celebrate how much he loved it and all of us.
We laughed as people shared how Bill was part of the Tuesday Club that met for dinner on any night except Tuesday. He loved clothes and owned hundreds of ties. Bill once gave a 30th birthday party for his yellow Mustang with the car parked on the lawn in front of his house. He once threw a 40th birthday party for himself that started at midnight.
He used to wake his son, Billy, in the dark to drive out to a wide patch of sky to watch Venus rising. His daughter, Robyn, loved waking up to classical music, fresh coffee and the sight of her dad sitting on the living room floor putting together scrapbooks.
In the weeks before he died, Bill shared his favorite quote with me, the model he based his entire life on. He carried these words from George Bernard Shaw:
"This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.
"I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the whole community, and as long as I live it is my privilege to do for it whatever I can. I want to be thoroughly used up when I die,Distributors and Wholesalers of Mens and Womens wholesale fashion shoes; for the harder I work the more I live. I rejoice in life for its own sake. Life is no 'brief candle' for me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got hold of for the moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations."
Bill told me he wasn't afraid of dying, but he had embraced life so tightly, it was hard to let go.
When we stopped at his family's home to make a condolence call, Bill's ties were hanging all over the place like party streamers. The family asked everyone to take one.
They didn't want us to tuck them away in our closets as a memento, but to wear them to the symphony, to Columbus, to fundraisers in hopes that we might run into each other, smile and say, "Is that Bill's tie you have on?"
Yes, a light has gone out, but the torch hasn't. It was handed to everyone who loved Bill Joseph and everything he loved.
Montana saddle makers may work in one of the most tradition-bound industries around, but local craftsmen are as adaptable as anyone to changing markets and tastes.
Local saddle makers say there are fewer traditional tack stores today, but the number of pros or hobbyists building saddles at home has jumped to several hundred in the Billings area.Offer cheap supras shoes the latest new supra shoes for sale,
Next door to Swanke’s shop is Buckaroo Business where Scott and Staci Grosskopf sell traditional horse gear and custom saddles built for their customers by area craftsmen.
The heyday of saddle and harness making was the early 1900s when homesteaders flooded into Montana, all needing gear for a horse-powered economy. In those days, Butte had some 50 shoe repair shops, and Billings and Miles City each supported a handful of saddle shops.
“The Miles City Saddlery did over $1 million in 1918 dollars that year and had 14 to 15 people making saddles and harnesses,” local saddle maker Mike Witt said.
But horses gave way to cars,The classic purple supra shoes in purple and white. and riding and driving horses became more of a hobby than the way most Americans made a living, Witt said.
So in January, Witt closed the saddle and tack shop he ran for three decades on First Avenue North in Billings, and downsized to a smaller store at 407 E. Main in Laurel. Today he rides the Internet, filling orders for custom-tooled leather purses, briefcases and cellphone cases and occasionally building saddles.
Three generations of Witts have been gunsmiths, so Mike Witt makes some of his own metal tools, a skill he said he just picked up from his kin.
When he moved to Billings from the home ranch near Big Sandy in 1978, Witt said there were half a dozen saddle makers in town. Now there are probably 50 or so in the Billings area and 300 within a 200-mile radius of Billings, including northern Wyoming, Witt said.
The Cleveland Orchestra, Cleveland Metroparks Zoo, Cleveland Ballet, Cleveland Playhouse, Shoes and Clothes for Kids, The Temple, Jewish Family Service Association, Recovery Resources, the Cleveland Museum of Art, the Maltz Museum, the Anti-Defamation League, the Jewish Community Federation, Sisters of Charity Foundation, Western Reserve AIDS Foundation, Volunteer Lawyers for the Arts and Hough Area Development.
Bill loved Cleveland unconditionally.
He loved it with his wallet and his talents and his energy and his presence.
His life belonged to the whole community. As one rabbi said at his funeral, Bill did everything he could for as long as he could to improve this place we all call home.
I knew Bill as a friend who tossed homemade chocolate banana bread onto our doorstep in the middle of the night. We had to hurry to grab the bread before the skunks beat us to it.
No matter what was going on in his life, he met it with a smile or a shrug, even the cancer that roared through him in 10 short months. He was 66.
We couldn't really call ourselves mourners at his funeral last week. His life was a party, and we were all invited to celebrate how much he loved it and all of us.
We laughed as people shared how Bill was part of the Tuesday Club that met for dinner on any night except Tuesday. He loved clothes and owned hundreds of ties. Bill once gave a 30th birthday party for his yellow Mustang with the car parked on the lawn in front of his house. He once threw a 40th birthday party for himself that started at midnight.
He used to wake his son, Billy, in the dark to drive out to a wide patch of sky to watch Venus rising. His daughter, Robyn, loved waking up to classical music, fresh coffee and the sight of her dad sitting on the living room floor putting together scrapbooks.
In the weeks before he died, Bill shared his favorite quote with me, the model he based his entire life on. He carried these words from George Bernard Shaw:
"This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.
"I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the whole community, and as long as I live it is my privilege to do for it whatever I can. I want to be thoroughly used up when I die,Distributors and Wholesalers of Mens and Womens wholesale fashion shoes; for the harder I work the more I live. I rejoice in life for its own sake. Life is no 'brief candle' for me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got hold of for the moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations."
Bill told me he wasn't afraid of dying, but he had embraced life so tightly, it was hard to let go.
When we stopped at his family's home to make a condolence call, Bill's ties were hanging all over the place like party streamers. The family asked everyone to take one.
They didn't want us to tuck them away in our closets as a memento, but to wear them to the symphony, to Columbus, to fundraisers in hopes that we might run into each other, smile and say, "Is that Bill's tie you have on?"
Yes, a light has gone out, but the torch hasn't. It was handed to everyone who loved Bill Joseph and everything he loved.
Montana saddle makers may work in one of the most tradition-bound industries around, but local craftsmen are as adaptable as anyone to changing markets and tastes.
Local saddle makers say there are fewer traditional tack stores today, but the number of pros or hobbyists building saddles at home has jumped to several hundred in the Billings area.Offer cheap supras shoes the latest new supra shoes for sale,
Next door to Swanke’s shop is Buckaroo Business where Scott and Staci Grosskopf sell traditional horse gear and custom saddles built for their customers by area craftsmen.
The heyday of saddle and harness making was the early 1900s when homesteaders flooded into Montana, all needing gear for a horse-powered economy. In those days, Butte had some 50 shoe repair shops, and Billings and Miles City each supported a handful of saddle shops.
“The Miles City Saddlery did over $1 million in 1918 dollars that year and had 14 to 15 people making saddles and harnesses,” local saddle maker Mike Witt said.
But horses gave way to cars,The classic purple supra shoes in purple and white. and riding and driving horses became more of a hobby than the way most Americans made a living, Witt said.
So in January, Witt closed the saddle and tack shop he ran for three decades on First Avenue North in Billings, and downsized to a smaller store at 407 E. Main in Laurel. Today he rides the Internet, filling orders for custom-tooled leather purses, briefcases and cellphone cases and occasionally building saddles.
Three generations of Witts have been gunsmiths, so Mike Witt makes some of his own metal tools, a skill he said he just picked up from his kin.
When he moved to Billings from the home ranch near Big Sandy in 1978, Witt said there were half a dozen saddle makers in town. Now there are probably 50 or so in the Billings area and 300 within a 200-mile radius of Billings, including northern Wyoming, Witt said.
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