Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Lorraine S. Rakowski (2008-05-06)

Lorraine S. Rakowski, a resident of Idyllbrook Village in Millcreek,
passed away Monday, May 6, 2008 at her residence. Born in
St. Mary’s, West Virginia, she was a daughter of the late
Homer and Mollie (Calvert) Sigler.


A graduate of Kittanning High School, she worked in the
offices of Erie General Electric for thirty five years,
retiring in 1983. Lorraine enjoyed traveling, playing
cards and spending time with her friends and family.
She was a member of Saint Patrick Church.
She was preceded in death by her husband, Thaddeus
A. “Ted” Rakowski, in 2004, and by two brothers,
James and George Sigler. Survivors include a sister,
Arlene Karlinchak, husband George, of Erie; a niece,
Lori Lesniewski, husband Mike, of Millcreek; two
nephews, Kenneth G. Karlinchak, wife Krystal, and their
son, great-nephew Jackson, of Charlotte, NC, and
Richard J. Karlinchak, of Huntersville, NC; and further
survived by several other nieces, nephews, great-nieces,
great-nephews, and many dear friends.

Friends may call Friday from 2 to 4 and 7 to 9 p.m.
at the Brugger Home for Funerals, 1595 West 38th Street
at Greengarden Boulevard. Services will be held there
Saturday at 10:15 a.m., followed by a Mass of Christian
Burial at Saint Patrick Church at 11 o’clock.
Burial in Calvary Cemetery.

Memorials may be made to the American Lung Assn.
of PA, Erie Outreach, 3524 West 26th St., 16506.

Thomas Christopher "Bones" Sigler sent this on an email.
Bones is a nephew of Lorraine.

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Uncle Tommy

I have several pictures that I would like to share of my Uncle Tommy. He is my father's older brother--and we share the same birthday--I am just a few years younger. The first two pictures are from a family gathering at Joanne's house almost three years ago. One is Uncle Tommy with his sisters and their husbands and my mother. My father was not living at the time of the gathering. The second is of his family--Uncle Tommy and his children. The third is of my father and mother and Uncle Tommy from 1995. This is my first time posting on a blog -- hope it works.


Friday, May 2, 2008

Boyd "Tom" Sigler's Obituary in Courier-Journal


Sigler, Boyd Cooper "Tom"

SIGLER, BOYD COOPER "TOM," 92, died Friday, April 18, 2008. A celebration will be announced at a later date.
Published in The Courier-Journal on 4/20/2008.
Sigler, Boyd Cooper "Tom"
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SIGLER, BOYD COOPER "TOM," AE4LV, 92, of Louisville died April 18, 2008. He was born in Sharps Run, Schultz WV, graduated from Norwood High School, Norwood OH, Coast Guard Signalman 1/c Sigler served on Lake Michigan during World War II. He began his business career with Household Finance and managed the office in Hazard, Kentucky, before moving with his family to Louisville in 1952. He retired as an insurance agent with CPCU, CLU certification, associated with Employers Mutual of Wausau, Booker & Kinnaird, and NTVL. Tom volunteered for the American Red Cross & Civil Defense, and handled traffic as an Amateur Radio operator, and as an original member of the Louisville and Jefferson Co RACES. He rode with the Southern Indiana Wheelmen, Louisville Bicycle Club; ran with Iroquois Hill Runners, and Cherokee Road Runners logging many miles on foot and bike, recipient of the Round the World award, 1999 and Tour de Heart, Dennis Corbett Spirit award, 1995. He provided leadership with Boy Scouts of America primarily Troop 198, Old KY Home Council. Later he led a troop in Southwick and received nomination for the Silver Beaver. He was preceded in death by his wife of 51 years, Ethel Eleanor Schoenberger; his parents, Hazel Gertrude Forkner Sigler Orbaugh Coe and John Morgan Sigler; stepmother, Mildred Elizabeth Wierhake; and brother, John Elmer. He is survived by his children, William Thomas II, Spenard, AK, Barbara Helen, Mary Kathryn Kohnhorst (Allen), Nashville, TN, Ethel Susan Peters (Bob), Clarksville, IN and Joanne Marie, Lexington, KY; grandchildren Matthew Patrick Morgan, Sonia Sheamarie Farrally, Demian Boyd-Kalil, Chaytea Kemp Nielsen Sigler; Daniel Morgan Alexander Redmon; Bridgette Marie, David Colin, Heidi Jean Kohnhorst; Hannah Kristen, Elizabeth Anne Strunk; nine great grand-children; sisters, Peggy Joanne Elsnau (John), Carole Phyllis Pomeroy (Richard), sisters-in-law, Willa Koenig Sigler, and Helen Jo Schoenberger; and numerous nieces and nephews. A celebration of his life will be held at Huber's Family Farm & Restaurant, Starlight, IN, May 10 from 3-8 p.m, www.joehubers.com The family requests donations to Hospice of the Bluegrass, 2312 Alexandria Dr. 40504, Boy Scouts of America, or the American Radio Relay League
Published in The Courier-Journal on 4/27/2008.

Monday, April 28, 2008

Visit to Siglers in Louisville, Fall 1964


This is a photo of some of the Sigler clan taken in September of 1964 at the Michigan Ave home of Tom and Ethel.
Ethel is holding Carol Pomeroy (1), Kathy (17), Susie (14), Tom (49). Bill was away with Coast Guard and we slept in his room. We were visiting from Rochester, NY.
Remember that Tom was doing some concrete work on the sidewalks when we were there.
Tom entertained Dick in his basement radio room and showed his equipment and made some calls.
Phyllis and Dick

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Boyd "Tom" Sigler after Breaking Leg, Age 69

Overcoming Adversity Swimmingly

Boyd Sigler is a competitor, not a quitter.

From newspaper article in Louisville Courier-Journal Neighborhoods/City Oct 31/Nov 1, 1984

By Grace Schneider, Staff Writer

[Article written after Tom had broken his leg and was doing rehabilitation, at age 69]

Boyd Sigler has often brought up the rear in cycling and road races, but he’s a front runner when it comes to fighting adversity.

Sigler, 69, a long-distance runner and two-time triathlon competitor, hit a skid in his daily cycling and running routine when he broke a leg in a cycling accident last May. But he is proof that injuries can’t keep an active man down.

Sigler recently completed a 50-mile lap-swimming series at the YMCA on Third Street. And he is pedaling an hour a day on a stationary bike to regain his strength and flexibility.

“That kid ran across the country with one leg. If he can do it, I can.” said Sigler, referring to Fairfield, Conn. native, Jeff Keith, a one-legged man who is running across the country to raise money for the American Cancer Society.

Sigler’s daily workouts are short and easy compared with his former training. The retired insurance underwriter, who lives in the West End with his wife, Ethel, has run every Mini-Marathon since the 13.1-mile race began 11 years ago.

And he holds the record in his 65-and-older group for the Metro Marathon and the Ultra-distance Classic, the 50-mile run between Frankfort and Louisville.

His wrinkled face and broad-shouldered, 6-foot frame have been a common sight at 10,000-meter and other distance races around the county.

In 1982, he drove his car 2,000 miles and ran 4,000 miles, Sigler said. Part of that mileage was built up while training for a marathon in New Orleans.

He ran six miles in the morning around the Shawnee Park area. Then he’d come back and put on a backpack and run another 5-1/2 miles to work downtown. Lunch hour found him running another six from the Louisville Athletic Club, at 430 W. Muhammad Ali Blvd., across the Clark Memorial Bridge and back.

He’d run home after work – another 5-1/2 miles – and cap it off with an easy five or six miles in the evening.

His dogged dedication to his workouts resulted in some gentle ribbing, according to Bill Peterson, a fellow distance runner and senior citizen record holder.

“People would kid him about the fact that he would run and walk to the race site. He was never too fast, but he was great in long-distance races,” said Peterson, of Winding Road in southern Louisville.

Once, on the way to a 10-kilometer race at Long Run Park in eastern Jefferson County, Peterson picked up Sigler running along Shelbyville Road; he had already run about 10 miles.

Several years ago, they both ran the 50-mile Ultra-distance Classic. The next day, Peterson was standing on the sidelines at a two- or three-mile race and saw Sigler run by. “I could hardly walk after that thing. After fifty miles, you’re pretty sore. But darned if he didn’t run that race,” Peterson said, laughing.

Sigler’s fascination with fitness took hold when his daughter, Susie, and a friend began running in the late1960s at the Shawnee High School track to prepare for college athletics. He went along to keep an eye on them.

Ms. Sigler recalled that her father sat in the bleachers and watched for about a week. Then he began jogging. Soon he was entering races and becoming a long-distance addict.

Sigler says he enjoys the camaraderie of running as “much as the sport itself.”

He likes the way runners complain about their injuries and downplay their excitement about races. “After the race you ask them how they did and they’ll say, ‘Oh, not too good.’ It’s an interesting social event,” Sigler said, smiling.

Three years ago at his daughter Susie’s suggestion, he added swimming and cycling to his exercise programs and entered two triathlon races, combining legs of swimming, running, and cycling.

“He’s one of those people who just keep on plugging,” said Ms. Sigler who lives in Crescent Hill. Last year at E. P. “Tom” Sawyer State Park, Ms. Sigler, a teacher and coach at Sacred Heart Academy, won the woman’s race. And her father received a plaque, swimming trunks and a pair of goggles for winning his age group and being the oldest finisher.

He took training rides often with friends from the area Wheelman’s clubs and was looking forward to a good summer of riding and running when he turned too sharply on a gravel-strewn asphalt road on the 100-mile Tour of the Scioto River Valley ride, a round-trip tour from Columbus to Portsmouth, Ohio, last May.

He ended up with a break high in his left leg, and doctors had to reattach the bone with metal nails and screws. A week after he returned home from a three-week hospital stay, he hitched a ride to the YMCA and started swimming laps.

“I told the doctors they can’t treat him like most older men. He’s a lot more muscular than a lot of others, ” said Sigler’s wife, Ethel.

During the first weeks, he got into and out of the pool by taking his crutches into the water with him.

The YMCA’s long-distance lap swimming program “helped me stay with it”, he said.

But returning to running might not be so easy. “My running is zilch,” Sigler said. In addition, it hurts him to ride his moving cycle and “after a block it loses its novelty.”

But Sigler is still reaping the rewards of his running career, despite his present injuries. His name was picked in a drawing at the four-mile Run for the Sun downtown last March for a free five-day windjammer cruise in the Bahamas.

“Well,” Sigler said matter-of-factly, “I guess I’ll try some snorkeling.”

Boyd "Tom" Sigler Mini-Marathon Runner, Age 62

From Courier-Journal. 1978. Speaking of People Page. by Joan Kay

Mini-Marathon goal of runner, 62, is to beat his own best time

"I know I can't compete against the rabbits," says Boyd C. "Tom" Sigler, referring to the thin, rangy runners. "So I'm hoping I can better my own time" Monday in the fifth annual Kentucky Derby Festival Mini-Marathon.
Sigler was "elated" 10 days ago when he beat his usual 10-minute-mile pace in a prep race at Iroquois Park. He ran the 9.6 mile course in 94 minutes and 29 seconds, or 9.84 minutes per mile. "That's my best time to date," he said.
The 62-year old Sigler, an insurance man, will be competing Monday for the fifth time in the Mini-Marathon, a 13-mile course from Iroquois Park to the Belvedere.
His interest in the sport started about eight years ago when a friend of his daughter, Sue, got a bid for the 1972 Olympics girls' basketball team. The two girls wanted to get in shape by running on Shawnee High School's track, so Sigler went along to keep an eye on them.
"They went back to Eastern Kentucky University, and I just kept running," he said.
Later Sigler began taking part in the Saturday races sponsored about once a month in various parks by the Metropolitan Park and Recreation Board.
"It's really more fun to run with a group," he said. "You get lazy running by yourself".
"Although I'm not much competition, I think I win the booby prize more than anything else," he said with a laugh. "Someone has to be last."
On Saturdays he is usually the only runner older than 60. "There was some old codger of 64 who beat the socks off me last year in the Mini-Marathon."
Sigler did "miserably" in a race this winter at Iroquois Park and decided he needed more practice for the Derby event. "I figured the best way to do it was to run back and forth to work."
The insurance firm he works for, Nahm, Turner, Vaughan & Landrum, maintains a membership at the Louisville Athletic Club, so Sigler arranged to change clothing there.
Since mid-February he has been running the 35 blocks each way from Fifth and Walnut to his home on Michigan Drive. His best time to date going homeward was 34 minutes, 45 seconds.
The reactions of the people he passes by are generally "favorable," he said. "I think everyone really wants to get out and jog, but they just don't do it."
He enjoys the regimen because "You can run off a lot of frustrations. It gives you time to think and enjoy nature. I saw a couple of crows one morning."
At first he felt better physically. "But you get used to feeling better. Then it's just habit-forming, and you don't feel right if you don't do it."
"I got Sue out in the rain the other morning, and I told her 'You're hooked now.' " Sue, assistant coach at Sacred Heart Academy, will be running in her first Mini-Marathon this year.
Sigler goes to bed at 9 p.m. because his day starts early. "The insurance business is one of continual study," and he gets up at 5 a.m. to read for an hour before going to the park.
Sigler's wife, Ethel, is not a runner. When he ran last July in a 10,000-meter race in Lexington, "She got a blister from standing and watching the race," joked Sigler. But "she kind of encourages me because she packs my pack (of clothes) every day."
In last year's Mini-Marathon Sigler was 818th out of th 942 people who finished the race, and his time was 2 hours, 24 minutes, and 44 seconds.
As of Monday, there were 1,016 paid entries in this year's event. Gil Clark, recreational services manager for Metropolitan Parks, has been responsible for all the Mini-Marathons, and he is expecting 1,500 to 2,000 entrants this year.
"The Mini has a very festive atmosphere, heightened by the numbers of spectators who turn out," said Sigler.
He remembered that last year by the time he reached a fruit-drink stand station on Southern Parkway, there were no liquids left. But a kind woman on the parkway was out with a pitcher and glasses, offering a cool drink to all of the runners.
Sigler is convinced he'll never be a serious contender as a runner. "I'm a fatty. A runner should only weigh twice as much as his height," he said. "I'm 72 inches tall, and I'd have to get down to 144 pounds."
"I'm like the bumblebee. Aerodynamically he can't fly, but doesn't know it." But Sigler is determined to hit only 195 pounds on the scale by Monday.

Boyd "Tom" Sigler's Bio, at age 83, 1998 for Ham Newsletter


MEMBER PROFILE: BOYD SIGLER, AE4LV:
Our member profile this month is from Boyd Sigler, AE4LV, who lives in Louisville. Since getting back on the air recently, Boyd has become very regular on KYN, working his average checkins into the twenties in the last couple of months. He send the interesting biography below, plus a copy of an article he wrote for the ARTS Club of Louisville, describing how his present antenna got put in place and thanking them for the help.
I remember Boyd from years back, when he used to check in to KYN, but I couldn't trust my memory and knew him as "Tom" back in the W4BAZ days of KYN. It's nice to find out once in a while that your memory was correct, since Tom is part of his name. The last time I saw him was at a "Lidfest" at Kincaid Lake State Park in Northern Kentucky. At that time, he was in a wheelchair after his bike accident, and he could really make the wheelchair scoot, and you could tell he was anxious to be out of it.
As you can tell from the story, Boyd is a person of many interests and when he undertakes something, from the Extra exam to riding that bicycle on long trips, he gets it done. I will put the antenna article on the web page with his story, and probably put all of it here in a later issue. Enjoy his story:

" I first saw the light of day on Wednesday morning August 25th., 1915 in a farm house at the head of Sharps Run in Pleasants County W.Va. A couple of years after my birth my folks separated and my mother and I moved in with "Bonna", my maternal grandmother in Norwood,OH. Bonna died when I was 10. Three years later I built a radio as a science project in grade school. It was a one tube affair with buss wiring - square wire with no insulation bent at right angles. That was state of the art at that time. As I recall it worked until the batteries wore out. My teacher was building a television with a mechanical scanner - a disk with a bunch of holes in it. He had trouble with the sync. That's understandable. Don't remember if he ever got it to work or not. That was in 1929.
During high school, I worked in a photo lab. We had the second floor and shared the first with a radio store. Used to go over and loaf in the radio service department in my spare time. When I got old enough to drive, they used to let me make service runs. I would take a caddy of tubes and a tube tester. If I couldn't get it to work I would take out the chassis and bring it back to the shop. After high school I enrolled in the University of Cincinnati Engineering Evening School. Took Electrical since they didn't offer a Radio Engineering Degree. Had a day job wiring controls for The American Laundry Machinery Co. During the Depression people began to wash their own clothes and the laundry machinery business went to pot. I wound up Installing dial systems in the telephone co. for Western Electric. They were replacing their operators with dials. Finally worked my self out of a job. So much for the best laid plans of mice and men.
During the Depression, nobody had any money. S0, that spawned the credit business. My mother worked for a dollar down and a dollar a week furniture store. I became the guy who collected the dollar a week.
I did a brief stint with the Coast G uard Reserves in Gary, IN. Our mission was to protect the steel mills from enemy submarine's. We were successful. The only action we saw was trying to pick up a blonde in the Trianon Ballroom in Chicago.
One thing led to another and I wound up in Hazard running a Finance co. from 1945-1950. Pretty soon after the War, people started to heat their homes with gas and the coal business went to pot. (As did business in Hazard) I wound up in Louisville with five kids.
My son and I went over to see Russ Palmer and got our Novice Ticket. At that time you could get a Conditional License. We went back to Russ and flunked the code. We practiced some more and Russ told us that the FCC Engineer was in town and advised us to go down and take our General. We passed.! My son went off to the Coast Guard Acelectronic supply house and his father fixed TV's in his basement.
I built a Heath kit receiver and transmitter and fooled around with DX. Had an old dipole with one leg thrown over the roof. It got wrapped. around the stack coming out of the commode. It worked pretty well. Worked Barnahl, Russia on it, but it bothered me that it was wrapped around that pipe. So I borrowed a forty foot ladder and climbed up on the roof and unhooked it. It never worked after that, and my son had gone to the academy and I didn't have anybody to climb around on the roof. So, I gave up dx, joined MARS and went into traffic handling. Also worked KYN. The net manager at that time was W4BAZ, J.B. Wathen.
The kids grew up and quieted down, and I felt more comfortable up stairs so I gave up ham radio for a while. When they were young I couldn't stand the din and retreated to my shack in the basement.
My daughter, The one born in Hazard, had gone to Eastern Ky. University, and was a Phys. Ed. major. We decided to do triathlons. I bought a bicycle and while I was still in the white knuckle stage I fell off of it and broke my hip. W4WZU, another frustrated engineer with whom I had worked in the Insurance business for twenty years, gave me a two meter rig to play with while I was mending and I got hooked on Ham radio again.
By that time I had retired and decided to get my Extra. Got some tapes and listened to them until I almost memorized them. Encouraged by W4XT I went over to see Otis and passed it on the second try by the skin of my teeth. Kept my old call until 1995. I had just come back from a bicycle trip to Michigan. I was riding real good when I got too close to the edge and broke my scapula and helmet. The bike wreck wasn't too bad but I picked up a staph infection in the Hospital that about did me in. I used my 2 meter rig in the Jewish Hospital but when they sent me to a skilled nursing facility to pump anti-biotics in me for seven weeks the administrator said I couldn't use it because it might louse up a patient's pacemaker. I used it any way, figuring the worse they could do was to kick me out and they wouldn't do that because of the revenue loss.
While I was in the Frasier Rehab Center I was working the wide area two meter net, when a guy broke in and asked if anybody could handle traffic for New Albany IN. Told him I could; I took the message and the nurse wrote it down as I received it. Some guy had died at sea and they were trying to get word to his old.
skipper. He seemed pleased to get the message
I went down to my daughters in Lexington to recuperate and took my HF rig with me. Was working the low end of twenty. Must have been sending pretty sloppy, when a guy from New York broke in and asked my what class I was. Well, I thought, I will put a stop to that and applied for an Extra type call. (2X2, editor)
My broken hip had deteriorated, and they put in a new one, This one is supposed to last ten years and the IRS says I only have 6.4 years left. If you know of anyone that needs a three year hip, I'll make a deal.
I went hack to Louisville. My wife of fifty years died in 92 and the kids have all grown and their kids have kids and I couldn't maintain the old homestead so I sold it after 40 yrs. I Moved to the 13th floor of a high rise. Thought all I would have to do was hang a wire out the window and I could work the world. Wrong!! (See the WEBSITE article or next NL about the antenna ordeal!)

73, boydsiigler@juno.com

Boyd, AE4LV, at his station.

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Friday, April 25, 2008

Sigler's in Kansas

Hello All!

Upon the "shin-dig", the Matthew Sigler Family will be there!!!

See you all then.

"shin-dig" refers to the Celebration of the full life of "Tommy" Boyd Cooper Sigler.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Sigler Family in 1976


I found this photo taken in April 1976 in Dunedin, FL. John Morgan Sigler died April 7th, and this photo show some of the family members in a group photo after the service.

Left to right: Carol Pomeroy, Bill Sigler, Phyllis Sigler Pomeroy, Peggie Sigler Elsnau, Mildred Sigler, Ethel Sigler (Tom's wife), Barbara Sigler (holding Daniel age 9m), Boyd (Tommy) Sigler, Bob Pomeroy, Susie Sigler.
Front: Matthew Sigl
er (8), Tom Pomeroy (10), Demian Sigler (4).

Wheelman's newsletter entry

A few years back Dave Runge and I rode our bikes from Louisville to the Red River Gorge for a club ride. We wandered around a bit, going by Lawrenceburg and Versailles and Ironworks Pike and Todds Creek Road, and we had more than 150 miles in by the time we reached a little roadside grocery east of Stanton in Powell County. That was in days before the KYCYCLIST and reports of brevets and back-to-back Mad Dog centuries became commonplace, and our attitude was climbing toward haughty.. We went into the store and manipulated the conversation until the guy asked where we were riding from, and to. We told him.

He said, “Oh, yeah. There was an old guy through here doing the same thing.” He paused and looked at us. “He’s quite a bit a head of you,” he said.

It was Boyd Sigler, of course. He must have been in his eighties by then. He’d been telling his joke about being so old he didn’t even buy green bananas for a couple of years already. He joked about the way Letterman and Leno have been with regard to John McCain. When both the Louisville Bicycle Club and the Southern Indiana Wheelmen gave him life memberships, he said, “Boy you guys really go out on a limb, don’t you?”

For years he’d ride anywhere he wanted to go. He’d ride up to northern Indiana for the Amishland and Lakes Tour. He’d ride here and there to see various of his five children. Lesser geezers envied his ability to link up with attractive women on large group rides. Boyd was a chick magnet.

He was who he was. He was no slave to fashion and trends. When he’d ride up to Bloomington for the Hilly Hundred, his luggage consisted of a collection of stuffed garbage bags, lashed to his rear carrier in an arrangement that was not fathomable to other people. He saw no reason to discard gloves or shoes that were maybe scuffed a little.

He also practiced economy in routing. I led a group on a ride to Georgetown for the Horsey Hundred a few times, and Boyd went with us one year. I took the scenic route, out Taylorsville Road, through Mt. Eden and Lawrenceburg. By the time we got to Lawrenceburg, Boyd was becoming incensed. The way to Georgetown lay through Frankfort, he said. His idea was to take U.S. 60 to Versailles and U.S. 62 to Georgetown. A little bit of traffic didn’t bother Boyd.

Susie Peters, of Clarksville Schwin, who is one of Boyd’s four daughters, said he had the same attitude about riding around town. He lived in the West End for many years, and when he’d ride over to New Albany, he’d take the Sherman Minton Bridge. The police would stop him and explain to him that the only bridge one can cross on a bicycle is the Clark Bridge. And he would explain to them that he was going to New Albany. He would ask them why he would want to ride all of the way downtown and all the way back, when there was a perfectly good bridge in the direction he was going. They’d end up taking him the rest of the way across. Which was fine with him.

Susie said Boyd was overweight and chained-smoked Camels when he retired from many years in the insurance business. He was a big ham radio enthusiast for years, and a Boy Scout leader. When he finally decided to get some exercise, he started with swimming and running first, and once ran the Derby Festival Mini Marathon in scout shorts and knee socks.

Susie said her cycling got him interested in riding, and he knocked around on garage sale bikes until his children bought him something more his size. And he never looked back. He started slowing down a bit after a serious accident on Pope Lick Road a few years ago. Allison Ewart, the ride captain, came on him lying unconscious on a pile of rocks. He did come back from that to ride on, but accidents became more frequent. Susie said ride captains would call and tell her he shouldn’t be riding, and she would ask “How am I going to stop him?”

Boyd moved from his house in the West End to an apartment downtown some years ago, and into an efficiency after that, though his children were after him to move in with one of his daughters. He was getting around the efficiency with a wheelchair and a walker when he decided a couple of weeks ago that it was time to move in with his daughter, Joanne, in Lexington. He died there at 92 last Friday evening. There was no report of any bananas left over. Bob Peters said Boyd got to visit with all five of his children last week, and he gave one of his caretakers advice on taxes 24 hours before he died.

We’re going to miss Boyd.

A memorial service more along lines of a “Celebration of Life” will be held for him May 10, 3 p.m., at Joe Huber’s Restaurant. Boyd will be there, no doubt, looking to see who came. It’s hard telling which bridge he’ll use.

Author – Joe Ward

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Obit of Boyd "Tom" Sigler from Ham Friends



"SILENT KEY"

.....................................................

With great sadness, I am reporting the passing of Boyd "Tom" Sigler,
AE4LV, formerly K4TQZ,
on Friday Evening, April 18, 2008, at the age of 92 years.

Celebration arranged for 10 May at Joe Huber's Farm in Indiana,

He was an Amateur Extra Class licensee, earning the call sign K4TQZ in 1957.

He changed his call sign to AE4LV in 1995 after becoming an EXTRA.
Although his name was Boyd, all the older hams knew him as Tom. He
was an original member of the Louisville and Jefferson County RACES
net since its founding in 1962 and has been a faithful participant in
the net ever since.

Tom has been an avid bicyclist, actively participating in
cross-country rides until finally prevented from doing so by health
conditions.

Tom enjoyed many facets of Amateur Radio - DX'ing, Traffic Handling, Emergency

Communications, Public Service Communications and Rag Chewing.

His example inspired others to become interested in Amateur Radio,
helped them to

become licensed and provided technical assistance to them to help them
get on the air.

Tom was the embodiment of the HAM spirit and will be well and truly missed.

73 OM

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Oregon Pomeroy/Siglers


Hi Fellow Siglers and Friends,

This is from the family of Carole Phyllis Sigler Pomeroy. In the tradition of Siglers not using their given names, Carole is known as Phyllis by everyone except the IRS and people who do not know her. Phyllis was married to Richard Pomeroy in 1960 in Rochester, NY. They have 3 children, Bob, Carol (without an "e") and Tom.

We were saddened by the loss of Tommy Sigler, Phyllis's half brother, this past week. What a wonderful, full life he led. He will be remembered fondly by all of us. We had a nice visit with him 2 years ago in Lexington, at Joanne's home when
he was approaching his 90th year.

We are having a visit this week from son Bob, wife Tiffany, and latest grandson, Declan, born July 25, 2007 who will be 9 months old this week. A very cute age.
In the above photo, Declan is entertaining his Nanna Phyllis.

Bob, Tiff, and Declan live in Arlington, MA and are visiting at the home of Phyllis and Dick in West Linn, OR.

Carol Ellen Pomeroy Edlin lives in Milwaukie, OR about 6 miles away. She is married to Toby Edlin and has 2 children from a previous marriage, Dan Kwan, 20, who is attending Oregon Institue of Technology in Klamath Falls, OR in his 2nd year, and Marissa Kwan, 17, who in a senior at West Linn HS and lives with us in West Linn. Dan and Marissa were born in Honolulu.

Son Tom Pomeroy and wife Donna Gast live in Mahopac, NY. Tom teaches elementary grades in New York City and Donna is a speech pathologist for Putnam and Westchester Counties in NY.

Monday, April 21, 2008

Joanne Marie's

Hello all -
I just wanted to let you all know that Daddy could not have scripted his last days better. He moved to Lexington when he could no longer live by himself. He rested well and was able to relax and have others care for him; however he still was doing all of his own transfers from bed to wheelchair and going to the kitchen for meals.
I had to go to Maryland for a work trip at the beginning of last week, so Barbara and Bill were around to visit him sooner than later. Kathy was planning a trip up to Louisville to help pack up his apt and stopped in Lexington first and ended up spending the night on Thursday. Then, Susie came over for a visit on Friday. So, he had almost a week of visits and goodbyes.
After a routine day Thursday night he started having a harder time breathing, so he opted to use the oxygen. I was not surprised that he did not wake up on Friday morning. After Susie left I was with him here until my friend, Derek came by. We repositioned him, ordered a pizza to be delivered.
Then when I checked on him it was obvious his color had faded. I was there to see him take his last breaths, told him goodbye and how much we all loved him. And that was it.
It looks like we will have a celebration of his life/memorial on Sat, May 10 3:00-8:00 pm at Joe Huber's Family Farm and Restaurant in Floyd Knobs IN. This was a place of many starts and finishes of bike rides for Daddy. Love, Joanne

Boyd Cooper Sigler's Passing

Dad died Friday night at 2045, while asleep,
@ Joanne's 92 years 8 mo

We set the memorial for tenth of May
@ Indiana Hubers'

Ifind myself busy trying to crank out an obit..

bill 502 451 2381

cf : http://www.qsl.net/k4avx/features/ae4lv.html

control F, then boyd, for the following links..

http://www.qsl.net/k4avx/features/lateqan.pdf
http://www.alanrhody.com/theroad.htm


Boyd Cooper (Tom) Sigler,
AE4LV, of Louisville, 92, died
April 18. Born Aug 25th, 1915 on
Sharps Run, Schultz, WV,
widower of Ethel. Survivors: Bill,
Barbara, Kathy (Allen Kohnhorst),
Susie(Bob Peters),& Joanne.
Celebration ~May tenth