Letters to the editor
By Staff
Remembering “Camp”
Editor:
Bill Camp, or “Camp,” as I always called him was a man who was a part of my life in so many ways for such a long time. A man I came to know as an early teen when he and his young family moved to Hartselle and worked with our youth group and youth choir at First Methodist Church.
Camp. Someone who loved us kids for who we were and encouraged us to be the best we could be for God. A man with a beautiful voice, a beautiful smile, and big hugs. Someone who led our high school chorus, who encouraged me as a pianist, who flashed a big dimpled grin and thumbs up my way after our chorus performed, “Battle Hymn of the Republic,” at a spring concert (because my part was really hard!). A man, who like my dad, Dr. Fred Sherrill, was caring and humble and giving and good. A man who was my Daddy’s very close friend. Someone who always asked my how my family and I were doing and really wanted to know.
Camp. A man who for years had Thursday lunch with Daddy and, after lunch, they would ride and ride, looking at different properties for possible development but mostly just talking.
Camp. The person I often talked with by phone as Daddy’s health began to decline, who checked on him daily by visit or phone. The one whose judgment I trusted so much. The one who one day called me and said he thought it was time for me and my sister, Dorri, and brother, David, to come and stay with Daddy.
Camp. Who cared and loved us through Daddy’s illness. Who “happened” to have dropped by for a visit at Falkville Nursing Home on that spring morning in May 2008, just moments before Daddy passed away. The man who stood by Daddy’s bed and shook his head “yes” when the hospice nurse asked if he was Daddy’s brother.
Camp. Precious, precious Camp. I will always love him.
Patti Sherrill Kulovitz
Talladega
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