William Joseph Sanderson

Bill was a unique and talented character. He hired me as a communications assistant at ODOE in 1985 and decided that all our press releases should meet a 6th-grade reading standard. That was a huge challenge since most of what we wrote was about engineering, economics and financial projects--disciplines not known for a love of single-syllable words. But we met that standard and having to do so made me a better writer. (Please don't run a grade-level check on this note.) Thanks Bill. I...

I just learned that Bill has left this earth, which he brightened and enriched with his creativity and compassion. Today is July 11, and I'll always remember Bill talking about this date as one in which he and some colleagues got together and did crazy things. Think he called it the 711 Club. Just know that every 7/11 I think of Bill. I worked with him at ODOE, back in the "glory days" and I called him our Resident Renaissance Man. His incredible talent never failed to amaze me. I have many...

Bill Sanderson, my co-worker and friend at The Oregonian in the 1960s, was one of Oregon's best all-around journalists of the 20th Century.
He was the whole package -- a clear, complete, concise, precise news writer;
a penetrating analyst; a gifted satirist; a BRILLIANT,cutting artistically gifted and sophisticated editorial cartoonist.
Oh, how many of us envied his talents!
Bill was not just gifted, but also demanding -- as hard on co-workers' performance as he was on...

I worked with Bill in Governor Straub's office in Salem. He was funny, warm, kind and generous. Lots of fun when you were around Bill. My condolences to his family.

Bill lived with passion and vigor, and he was a generous man. I admired the way he thought in pictures, which he loved to share. His wit and creative talents graced many lives, including mine -- Bill was a patient and thoughtful mentor. Bill has my greatest respect.

June 16---Norma Jean Germond.
I enjoyed Bill's quick wit and wonderful art work. I knew Bill through the Oregon Hanford Waste Board.

A very talented man. I grew up across the street from Bill and was friends with his son. My thoughts go out to his family at this time.

Many childhood memories of Buzz and his pranks, jokes and projects. One of our family punchlines involves Mr.Sanderson delivering the neighborhood's condolences on the passing of our bull moose: my 8 year old brother had just given up learning the trombone.

Progressive, bon vivant, neighbor and father of my best friend --- happy trails to you, with sympathy for those left behind.