WE REMEMBER OUR DEARLY DEPARTED ON ALL SOULS DAY.
We remember with gratitude all those who have gone before us marked with the sign of faith, especially two whom we lost within the past few months:
Peggy Swindells and J B Taylor
Eternal rest grant unto them O Lord and let perpertual light shine upon them. May they rest in peace. Amen
Here is the tribute from Bill Winkleman to J B TAYLOR:
William Winkleman is the son of Bill and Pat Winkleman, who both played a great role in the beginnings of St.Gabriel’s along with the founding members. His mother Pat is the head of St. Gabriel’s Altar Guild. William fondly remembers J B Taylor.
Reverend and Dear Sir:
Sorry that it has taken me so long to get around to your email.
Should you have the opportunity, please convey my deepest sympathies to
the Taylor family. I spent a lot of time with J B back in the days when we were moving St. Gabriel’s to your present location. He did a lot or hard work for the Church, and despite many difficult and frustrating obstacles, J B Taylor always completed his objectives with an admirable and infectious “esprit de corps.”
I will always remember the day that I spent with him when we went down to buy the Church’s pews at a federal auction. We rented a Ryder truck and drove several hours to our destination. I guess neither one of us realized just how heavy those pews would be. It was a job for which we should have had four men at a minimum. After loading the first couple of pews onto the truck, we were ready to quit. You would not believe how tired we were after loading all of them. J B was considerably older than I, and I was dead tired. We make the trip back to Fayetteville, and when J B dropped me off at our house the truck got stuck in the drainage ditch in the front yard. To make things even worse, J B threw his back out from all of the heavy lifting. As I remember, he was several weeks in recovering.
Once those pews were set up in the Church, most folks thought that the place was beginning to look like a “real” church for the first time. I had to admit that they were right, but even so, it was a year of so before J B or I could look at those pews without feeling a twinge of pain in our backs.
I remain, Reverend Sir, your faithful servant in our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ,