About Me

I would like to tell you a little about me.  I am 77 years old as of December, 2020.  I am making this website because computers are a challenge and maybe it will keep my mind working for a longtime.

My former wife Vennie and I many years ago.

this website because I like to learn new things and keep active.  Members of my family may be the only ones who ever visit.  That is OK.  I am making it for my own therapy and maybe give some food for thought to visitors.  You will find some stories, some poetry, and maybe a few bits of advice.  Check out my blog and see what you think.  You are welcome to leave comments in my blog.  Flames will be ignored.  To your left is a picture of me and my former wife, Vennie.  She is and will always be my soulmate and is the greatest lady that I have ever met.  We were together for 49 1/2 years.  I regret to say that I was the bad guy in our divorce. Vennie and I have three children, two of whom are still living.  Obviously, that picture was taken many years ago.  This is the current me on the lower right.

Bill's Portrait

I was born in Carrollton, Kentucky.  When I was three, my family moved to Bardstown, Kentucky where I was raised for the next 23 years.  Raised in the Catholic faith and attending Catholic schools through junior college.  I finished my undergraduate education at Eastern Kentucky University in Richmond, Kentucky with a BS in Education.

Through out elementary school (before they invented middle school) I was in constant trouble with my teachers. I was, as one nun told my mother, an extremely disruptive child whom they flipped a coin each year to see who was stuck with me. My grades were mediocre but I was always in the top 5 for the year end standardized tests. A perfect example, the teacher emphasized, of how bad I was in school. My mother insisted that it actually showed how poorly they were at challenging me.

St. Joseph Prep School was a fine high school run by the Xavierian Brothers. I loved it and the male environment it provided. These brothers were fair and still strict. They were the inspiration for me to become an educator. Unfortunately, St. Joe was forced to close as it was unable to keep up with the times. Better to close than to be substandard. I have many fond memories of St. Joe.

Junior College and then Eastern Kentucky University. During my senior year at Eastern Kentucky University I applied to the Bureau of Indian Affairs (BIA) and was accepted.  That summer I was also sent a draft notice for Vietnam.  The government decided they needed a teacher for the BIA more than they needed another soldier in Vietnam.  For the next ten years I taught Navajo kids in Chinle and Many Farms, Arizona on the Navajo reservation.  It was an exciting time in the 1960s and 70s.  While teaching at the Chinle Boarding School, I taught just down the hall from another new teacher from Texas, Vennie.  I was a “could care less Catholic” and she was a staunch Baptist.  In spite of our religious differences, we became best friends.  During the summer after that second year, I proposed and she accepted me. I like to tease that I chased her for two years and then she caught me.

As Our children came along, we decided it was time to move back toward family.  We looked into the benefits of living in west Texas or central Kentucky.  We decided on Elizabethtown, Kentucky to be near Louisville and Fort Knox.  Resigning, we  came to Kentucky with no job.   I guess the lord was looking after us.

I found a job selling cars.  Being a car salesman is NOT a good fit for a man use to being a teacher and counselor.  Within six months, I knew I had to change fields. Being handy with my hands I started Beeler’s Home Services and did home repairs, painting and other home maintenance jobs for just over a year until I got on at Fort Knox as a teacher and training developer for the army.  Vennie got on after about 6 months as an Education Specialist at Fort Knox also.  We both retired from Fort Knox.

I am now living in Florida.  My passions are  computer applications, various collections,  and folk art. Like most people, I have wavered back and forth within my Catholic faith. Over the years, I have pursued a religious vocation (high school), been a lost sheep (college), Agnostic Catholic in my 30s, 40s, 50s  and 60s. Over the years, I have come somewhat full circle. No, I am not looking for a monastery, but I have come to a stronger, somewhat more mature spirituality and faith in my panentheistic  God.  I am a non-participating member of the local Catholic church, a participating member of St. John the Apostle Metropolitan Community Church in Ft. Myers, and lately a participating member of the local Episcopal church.  I also attend other denominations as the spirit moves me.  My good friend George and I are currently attending the Episcopal Church here in Punta Gorda.

Before our separation and divorce,  Vennie and I were very  active in our little Catholic parish of St Ignatius in Harcourt, Kentucky (Try to find Harcourt, Kentucky on a map). The parish  numbers about 65 or 70 families.  This is where my father grew up.  I am related to about two thirds of the cemetery.  This snapshot was taken when we celebrated the 150th anniversary of our little church years ago.  Vennie is still active there.

I love and trust in God. My God is a loving God present within all of us, not a vengeful one. When I pray, I ask that his/her will be done, not mine. May I have the strength to deal with what comes my way. As I have said before, I am no more saintly or pious than the next guy, maybe less so. Personally, I don’t think God gives a flip as to the sign on the door of a building from which he is being glorified or about whom we love.  I also agree with an old Trappist monk I met many years ago during a retreat at their monastery in Gethsemani, Kentucky. He explained how God whispers in our ear, we must listen, for we are the hands of God.

While teaching Navajo children for ten years in northern Arizona I developed an interest in painting, silversmithing, and wood work.  After retirement in 2001, I again became interested in art, focusing on folk art, especially wood carving.  Arthritis in my hands has made that a hobby of the past.  My former wife, Vennie, is a very talented fine artist. See her work at kyartists.com Personally, I consider myself much more of a folk artist or artisan since I love to make utilitarian art.

I have never been much of a sports fan.  That is slowly changing.  My good friend George is teaching me how to be a sports fan.  Here we are at a Red Sox game.  They are his favorite team.  George is just a kid, only 71.  He is also helping me learn to be a better cook.  That is quite a challenge. If I can’t cook something in a microwave or crock pot, I try to avoid it.  George assures me that I am making progress.

Enough about me.  Feel free to wander on through my blog or send me a note using the contact form.  Take care and stay safe.