Philip A. Reisinger

Uncle Phil was always ready to help and a real exsmple of a good life. His willingness to serve lives on in the family.

I have so many wonderful memories visiting Aunt Betty and Uncle Phil. Standing beside him on the tractor, eating homemade ice cream, saying, "I'm full!" and he'd say, "I'm Phil...glad to meet ya!". He ALWAYS made you feel loved and special. Aunt Betty did, too! I feel blessed to have and had BOTH of them in my life.

I will always remember Uncle Phil as one of the kindest, most jovial people I have ever been around. I don't recall ever seeing Uncle Phil in a bad mood, in fact I don't recall ever seeing him without a smile on his face. He was wonderful with children and always had great stories to tell, some of them true and some not, but all of them were great. Like what was already mentioned about the moose head. How the moose charged down over bank and right through the wall, and he's been their ever...

I heard a lot of wonderful things about Phil from my father-in-law, a Bill Partridge. I never Phil, but it sounds like he was a wonderful person.

I will always have fond memories of listening to Uncle Phil's stories while eating my ice cream and pretzels. For the longest time he had me convinced that the moose head in his living room had actually ran through the wall and had gotten stuck. His knowledge of local history was surpassed by none. He inspired so many of my interests. He will be missed.

My mother told me stories about Uncle Phil when I was little that made me imagine him as a folklore hero like Paul Bunyan. Strong as an ox was one descriptive she used. After all, he could lift a bull by himself and throw it back into it's pen, horns and all. I was told about his cleverness and kindness, too. The first summer I remember meeting him when I was nine, I had high expectations. I was not disappointed. I never saw him throw a bull that summer, but what I did learn was more...

I enjoyed many moments with my Uncle Phil growing up. He was always talking to me. Talking loud over the sound of the tractor or whispering when we went raccoon hunting, he made everything seem special and exciting to me. As an adult when I needed his help he responded by what seemed to me a 100 times more than I could have hoped for. He had something in common with my mother as he was someone whose love for me I never doubted.

Uncle Phil was a second father to me. I'll always be thankful for his love and kindness and for the example that he set as a Christian man. His life was a blessing to all that were provileged to know him.