William Mack Doyle

I have so many happy memories of you as one of my Pierce students. Also enjoyed periodic get togethers.

This is truly a sad day for me. I was one of Mr. Doyle's students from PH High school. I knew him from 88-90. After which Mr. Doyle was invited, and came to my graduation and my wedding. Throughout the years I would stop by the High school to see my favorite teacher. I had usually had something for him; like an old meter made rock, or a tee shirt from The Who concert I went to. Sitting there in his class as a kid was the highlight of my day. He made being in school worth it. I remember stories of him working at a pizza place and he tried to spin two doughs at once. One flying off into the air and his fist going through the other. Or the time he met Bob Segar and Ian Anderson of Jethro Tull while he was in college. Mr. Doyle told me once he had an application for the space shuttle Challenger mission. I told him I was so glad he never sent it in. He looked shocked and asked why? I said I would have never gotten the chance to meet you then. You would have gotten the spot to be the first teacher in space. He gave me a look that I'll never forget. Every now and then I would see him and his daughter at Barnes and Noble looking at books. I would talk to him till my wife would say come on we have to go. I haven't seen Mr. Doyle now in years but I sent him a few post cards. I work on the Great Lakes as a sailor on the big freighters. To this day I talk about him a lot to my friends. I tell them how this man was the greatest teacher ever. I know my life is better having the chance to say. I knew Bill Doyle, the most interesting man in the world.

We met at MSU when we were all students. He was one of the most interesting people I knew and I loved his stories. I remember his writing, dancing, traveling, teaching and just talking about anything. Most of all, he loved having a daughter. He was so proud and happy.

My first fond memory of Bill is when he was tennis coach for our daughter in High School. Fondest memory is how happy he was to become a father. His love for Elizabeth was a beautiful thing. I remember him sitting at a park for hours many times. Or reading a few page book, but taking an hour, to discuss each page in depth. Patience as a Dad was one gift I observed many times. Good memories will be what helps Elizabeth cope with her loss. Love to you. Cathy