Rev. William "Bill" Lipp

Time seems to pass increasingly faster as we get older, but that may be so that our time until our eventual re-uniting does not seem as long. Love you, Uncle Bill.

LUCY, MY THOUGHTS ARE WITH YOU. I JUST HEARD OF BILL'S DEATH. HE WAS SUCH A CONSOLATION WHEN OUR SON, KENT, DIED IN 1988. BILL LED A GROUP AFTER KENT'S DEATH THAT HELPED ME TO FORGIVE MY MOTHER FOR HER NOT BEING ABLE TO GRIEVE WITH ME. I HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT YOU BOTH OFTEN IN THE YEARS SINCE.
I ALSO HAD NO IDEA THAT YOUR JONATHAN HAD DIED. MY PRAYERS ARE WITH YOU. MUCH LOVE, TINA ROBERTSON

My most sincere condolences. Bill was a high school classmate.

We extend our condolences to Lucy and family. Bill was our high school classmate.

I'm so sorry Lucy. You and your family will be in my prayers.

In Memorium
William Oliver Lipp

My earliest memories of Uncle Bill can be divided into two categories: Levitation and Levity.

I remember whenever we visited Uncle Bill and clan, or when they visited us, I got an early introduction to the concepts of elevation and altitude.

When we were small, as soon as they arrived and Uncle Bill saw Bob and myself, we were quickly whisked up by his strong hands, and we got the scenic tour of the ceiling as we were aerially...

There are certain memories in life that are like glue, they stick with you for life.
Uncle Bill provided one of those memories when he loaded my Brother Barry & me, his two nephews, into his car on a frozen December morning, to go watch cows get milked before the sun came up that day.
It was bitterly cold, and not even the hot chocolate we were given did much to defend against that.
Now, let me state, without fear of contradiction, that a smelly cow barn is not the place you want to...

Deepest sympathy and prayers!