William L. "Bill" Staats

Besides my father Eugene, Sister Nunciata at St. Colman's Orphanage, Father Doyle at Cardinal McCloskey and Sue Faerman at Rockefeller College, Mr Staats was most instrumental in my educational success. He willed all of his students to succeed and deeply cared about all of us. His Accounting classes were epic experiences - he made dry material pieces of gold with the humor and wit he was famous for. He was one of a kind. I count my blessing everyday for having known him. Thank you Mr. Staats.

To Mark and your family, our deepest sympathies, I feel privileged to have met him.

Bill was a wonderful community contributor--whether teaching or guiding visitors around his family home or offering info on First Church or on Rensselaer; his cheerful waves from his Model A Ford roadster will be missed. On behalf of the City of Rensselaer Historical Society we offer our condolences to the Staats family.

Eternal peace to my good friend Bill. My thoughts and prayers are with his family.

Mr. Staats will always be remembered as one of the finest teachers I ever encountered. I graduated from HVCC in 1977 and I am sure classmates from that time will attest to his ability to relate to the various students he had and where they were in their lives. He strived to make his students do well and took a lot of satisfaction in the end results. I will never forget the bus trip to see the Yankees in the spring of 1977. Mr. Staats was a chaperone on that trip and I believe he had more...

My condolences to the family in the loss of your loved one.

Mark and Family So sorry to read of your Dad's passing. Condolences go out to you and your family. Art & Donna Bender Morristown Tennessee

One of my very favorite patients @ AMC Radiology/Washington Ave. Now your pain is gone but you will live on in memories and books and your life well lived. Condolences to family and friends.

Goodbye to a truly great man, teacher, mentor. A few years back I spotted Mr. Staats leaving a local restaurant and proceeded to tell my wife about what a profound impact he had on my life and how I wished I could thank him. With some nudging from her, I caught him in the parking lot and got that chance. I don't know exactly what he saw in me, but he had enough faith in me to petition the dean to allow me to take 22 credit hours during the spring semester in 1975 so I could graduate on time....