William "Skip" Earle

As one of his students in high school, Coach had no time for games. Very much respected educator.

Sherry, my deepest condolences on the loss of Skip. I remember getting a beagle puppy from you and Skip when I had an off-campus apartment. Hugs, Anita

So sad to hear of Skippy's passing. We were back-to-back neighbors on 5th and 6th Ave's. Not surprisingly, what a loved life he lived, reflected in the many tributes here. Rest in Peace Skippy.

My son met Skip toward the end of Skip's life and they became fast friends. I rent a cottage near Second Beach every September, and this past year I was fortunate enough to meet up with my son and Skip a few times while they were sitting in their beach chairs, taking in the sights of sand and sea, chatting about various seabirds, and talking to other beachgoers with their children and dogs. One day Skip and I were comparing watches and he pointed out he had a watch with a red face like mine....

Coaching together, riding home together from Springfield. We did have our laughs. RIP friend.

In my senior year of Fox Lane H.S. in 1973, I was a pole vaulter. Skip was my very good track and field coach, and always very funny. Skip would come here to push me hard and do a better job. One time, I was practicing to run the crossbar. I was grasping my hands, fingers, wrists to hold firmly and pole vault. All of a sudden, Skip would come by at me. "That's not the way to do like this!" So he got some tape and started wrapping around over and over from my hands pressed together like glue....

Earle family..I am so very sorry for your loss. May the memories of your dad bring a smile to your face during this difficult time. Always, Jan Maria

Mr. Earle is a gentleman I still talk about today to people when the topic of work ethic is brought up. Reading through his obituary, one can see what hard work can accomplish. For me, as a friend of David and Chris, being a guest at the Earle´s house occasionally came with a few strings attached. And for that, I am forever grateful. Want to come over for taco night? Sure, just have to help cut the lawn first. Want to spend the night knowing it will be a snow day from school tomorrow? Make...

I have never forgotten Skip in my Country Dance classes and our trips to dance clubs. He even wore a cowboy boot earring! R.I.P. Skip; I know you're dancing in heaven. JoAnn Brown, Danbury, CT