It has been said that old and dear friends take years to
develop. While it may be true that friendships do deepen over time, some
friendships are nearly instant and it seems that you have known each other your
whole lives after only a short time.
One of those friendships for me started in 2010 when Lynn
and I moved to Kalispell MT. After joining the local wood turning group I had
the pleasure of meeting Bill Nickel. Bill was one of those people mentioned
above. We hit it off right from the start and were soon great friends. Our love
for wood working was deep as were many of the conversations we had over the 4
years we lived in the area.
Our ideas for projects ran the gauntlet from practical to
sublime and all reaches between. We turned, or tried to turn many projects,
made our own tools when the ones we had failed to meet our needs. We helped
teach many teen agers at the local schools with demonstrations given by the
local turning club. Found old lathes from some of Bill’s many friends and gave
them out to the kids (both young of age and young of heart) so others could
enjoy our love of turning, working with wood.
We used each other’s strengths to push our own limitations
and create things that neither of us would have done otherwise. Most of those
succeeded, some did not, but that’s how you learn, but not succeeding the first
time.
Bill was devoted to
the community, doing volunteer firefighting for years, helping local library
districts near his mountain home, heck, helping anyone that he thought needed
help and would be thankful for the help.
It is also said that a dog is a great judge of character. If
that is the case, Bill was of Great character. JJ loved that man! He could hear
Bill’s pickup pull up outside our house and would start whining and wiggling at
mach II. The only issue was that JJ is also a jumper, and due to his size,
tends to jump on a person at precisely the Wrong height! It was a constant
source of amusement to those of us watching, if not to Bill, when JJ would time
Bill’s entry into our house perfectly to nearly bring him to his knees!
As you can probably tell from the tense of this story, Bill
has been taken from us at far too young an age. A dear and great friend is no
longer around. He is missed by all that knew him.
Good bye Bill, may we meet in another life, and be friends
for many many more years the next time around.