Edward W. Serrell Jr.

The Serrell family and Bill welcomed me into their household without reservations and hired me as a high school hand and jack of no trades. I was equally in awe of the Cold Springs ranch HQ – a modern split-level in a man-made grove of Ponderosa Pine; as with the Cold Spring Ranch repair shop – an old barn infused with the smell and stain of oil and rust. Bill (and Skip) taught me to drive a stick and back the trash wagon up against the lip of an old ravine where we burned the trash and...

Our prayers are with the kids and We will truly miss all three