Wilbur H. Eskite

Wilbur Eskite Obituary

ESKITE

WILBUR H. ESKITE (Age 72)

On Friday October 27, 2006, WILBUR HENRY ESKITE of Mt. Airy, MD; beloved Husband of Betty Cameron Eskite; devoted father of Richard C. and Juliann Eskite, Susan J. Eskite and husband Barry Chenkin, Ross A. and Janice Eskite; loving grandfather of Cameron, Colin and Meagan Eskite and step-grandchildren; Shelby Sites, Hollis and Griffin Doyle. He was preceded in death by brother, R. Glenn Eskite. Friends may call Wedneday, November 1, 2006 5 to 7 p.m. at BURRIER-QUEEN FUNERAL HOME and CREMATORY, P.A., 1212 W. Old Liberty Rd. with funeral services beginning at 7 p.m. Interment will be private. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the American Diabetes Association, 800 Wyman Park Dr., 1 Fl., Baltimore, MD 21211 or the American Cancer Society, 1393 Progress Wy., Ste., 908, Eldersburg, MD 21784.

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Published by The Washington Post from Oct. 29 to Oct. 31, 2006.

Memories and Condolences
for Wilbur Eskite

11 Entries

Karla Berg Walker

November 19, 2006

To the Eskite Family,
With a prayer of Thanksgiving for the life and witness of your beloved husband, father, and grandfather. Our thoughts and prayers are with all of you.
With a prayer,
Karla Berg Walker & Family
Peary '72

Barbara Melanson

November 18, 2006

Dear Betty and family, I'm so sorry to hear of Bills death. My family and I are praying for you all. I'm still on Crispin Way do come and visit. God Bless Barbara Melanson

Juliann Eskite

October 31, 2006

My
father-in-law was like a father to me. From the very beginning he
welcomed me into the Eskite family with open arms. Everytime we were
together, there were hugs and smiles - that's what I remember the most
about Dad. And that's what I will miss the most.
We will miss you Dad and will think of you often.
Love,
Juliann Eskite

Christmas 2005

October 31, 2006

Bill loving his family.

October 31, 2006

Bill & Betty, 2001

October 31, 2006

Nothing more precious than the gift of time...

October 30, 2006

Colin Eskite

October 30, 2006

My grandfather was an amazing person. He did more for his children and his children's children and for his country that I could ever dream of. Any time I spent with him was a learning experience just from everything he knew and all he was willing to share. He will never be forgotten and will always be loved.

Ross Eskite

October 30, 2006

Husband, father, grandfather, brother, son, father-in-law, son-in-law, friend, teacher, mentor, executive, engineer, scientist, inventor, entrepreneur, designer, systems analyst, writer, reader, soldier, draftsman, cartographer, rock-hound, lapidarist, photographer, mold maker, mechanic, metal smith, tool maker, ceramist, machinist, framing carpenter, finish carpenter, cabinetmaker, furniture maker, upholsterer, painter, plumber, electrician, roofer, home builder, stone mason, landscaper, electronics hobbyist, jeweler, bagpipe maker, stained glass artisan, weaver, model maker, doll-house maker, genealogical researcher and innovator, and an absolute whiz at paint-by-the-numbers.

All these things, and much more, was my father, Wilbur Eskite. No matter what I wanted to do, he was ready to teach me and help me to do it, because he had already done it, and probably done it better than I ever could. His is a tough act to follow, a legacy of competence almost overwhelming in its scope. Coming from a broken family of limited means, he could easily have lost his way early in life, as so many do. But he chose otherwise. My father chose to use and develop his gifts, and live an honorable life. As a man of his time, he had “the right stuff.”

My father gave me plenty of rope, but usually not quite enough to hang myself with. He was always there for me, expecting my best and accepting whatever I could do. He and my mom defined for me the concept of unconditional love, the greatest gift one person can give another. When I was six, I took his replica of “The Great Mogul,” a large quartz gemstone he had cut, which had taken hundreds of hours of meticulous work to create, to school with me to show it to my friends. It was beautiful and fascinating and wonderful, and I was so proud of the fact that my father had made it. Of course, this was without his permission or knowledge. And, of course, I dropped it. A sizeable chunk of the tip of the stone broke off. It was ruined. Surely, that unconditional love, and seemingly infinite patience, is the only reason I survived the incident.

While my epitaph, were it written at this point, might read, “How Not To Do It,” his could rightly be “A Life Well Lived.” He was a loving, patient, reliable, creative, generous, graceful, energetic, intelligent man. And brave. So very brave. That he faced all the challenges of his later years with a determined smile, and never even a hint of self-pity, speaks to a depth of courage and strength most of us can’t hope to match.

An adage which resonated with my father was, “One who works with his hands is a laborer. One who works with his hands and his mind is a craftsman. One who works with his hands, his mind, and his heart is an artist.” By this definition, he was truly an artist, for his heart, big as the world, was in everything he did.

I will miss him more than words can say. Rest in peace, Dad.

Jan, Shelby, Griffin & Leigh

October 30, 2006

To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say...
but first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.
I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above.
Here, there's no more tears of sadness; here is just eternal love.

Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.
Remember that I'm with you every morning, noon and night.
That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through,
God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome you."

It's good to have you back again; you were missed while you were gone.
As for your dearest family, they'll be here later on.
I need you here badly; you're part of my plan.
There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man."

God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do.
And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you.
And when you lie in bed at night, the day's chores put to flight.
God and I are closest to you....in the middle of the night.

When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years
because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry; it does relieve the pain.
Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.

I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned.
But if I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.
But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is o'er.
I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before.

There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb;
but together we can do it by taking one day at a time.
It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too...
that as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.

If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain,
then you can say to God at night......"My day was not in vain."
And now I am contented....that my life has been worthwhile,
knowing as I passed along the way, I made somebody smile.

So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low,
just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go.
When you're walking down the street, and you've got me on your mind;
I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.

And when it's time for you to go.... from that body to be free,
remember you're not going.....you're coming here to me.

Ruth Ann Mahaffey (author)
©Copyright 1998-2006

Jan Eskite

October 30, 2006

Bill Eskite was the best father-in-law anyone could ask for. He was a very special man, and will be greatly missed by all who had the good fortune to have known him.

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