Bill Wahman

My fond memory of Bill Wahman, youngest brother of my husband, Tom, was forged at Christmastime, 1963, when I was on the road in Chicago and Bill was at North Park, studying music and seriously considering a career as a classical singer. It was fiercely cold that winter, the winds howling down Michigan Ave., and Bill & I would hunker down, on my nights off, in a pub, over hot buttered rum, and talk and talk and talk. He talked about his burgeoning love of singing, its challenges and rewards,...

What a perfect tribute to Uncle Bill--it captures him so well! Here are the thoughts I shared on the St. Paul Legacy page: Uncle Bill welcomed me with open arms when I deposited myself on his doorstep after a long cross-country drive in a VW microbus in the summer of 1990 (this after not having seen me since I was a little kid). I was so delighted to get to know my uncle better during the time I lived in San Francisco. His was always a warm and genial presence: welcoming, open-minded, and...

Bill was the epitome of "Minnesota Nice". My mother loved him and we miss him!