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William Douglas Galloway

1920 - 2021


Obituary, William Douglas Galloway


William Douglas Galloway, age 100, passed away peacefully surrounded by family on March 18, 2021. William was born August 16, 1920 in Pittsburgh PA to William and Anna Galloway and had a beloved sister Mildred Allen (deceased).

After his mother passed away in 1930 he lived in Ferndale and Elton PA with his cousin Mary and Willard Robson  and their children Willard and Judith. After graduating from Adams Township High School, Bill moved to Philadelphia PA in 1939 where he worked for Edward G Budd company. During WW2 (1944 to 1946) he served as an MM/2 in the US Navy aboard the Cascade, and saw service on several Pacific islands and Japan.

He married the love of his life, Laretta Fern Bloom on May 24th 1946

While in Philadelphia, Bill earned his Bachelors degree in Mechanical Engineering in the Drexel Night program.

Bill and Fern moved to Bensalem PA and eventually started his own Mechanical Engineering business and floral supply business. 

Bill was full of life and would try anything. He enjoyed life and met everyone with an easy smile or a joke.  

After Fern passed away in 2013 he moved to Kintnersville with David and Susan and in 2016 he adventured west to settle in Coeur D’Alene Idaho, where he lived for 4 years creating a homestead with them and two granddaughter’s families.

He is survived by his daughter Ann and husband Ted Artman, his son David and wife Susan, five Grandchildren Stacey (Jazzme) Blackwell, Gregory (Faith) Artman, Emily (Richard) Renn, Amber (Kevin) Loewe, Jesse Galloway. He is also blessed with 11 great grandchildren (Kaylin, Aubrey, Bristol, and Macie Renn; Isaac, Carter and Brennan Loewe; Caleb and Annabelle Galloway; Selah and Karys Blackwell+.

William was preceded in death by his parents, wife Fern and sister Mildred.

A memorial service is being held in Pennsylvania on April 10, and in Idaho we are holding a family memorial celebration of life.

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Amber Loewe

April 2, 2021 10:59 PM

It’s hard to sum up in words what a person means to you, but I will try. To me, my Granddad was someone who ALWAYS had a smile for anyone he met. Even in these last few years, there was always a smile when my kids or I went to visit. There was always a joke, a new riddle, a strange saying – like how his bedroom was his “Sanctum Santorum” or how he’d “take the pill to the corner”.
There was only one memory that I have of him ever being gruff with us and it was such a surprise to me that I remember it to this day. We, my brother, sister and I, were in his living room at his old house in Bensalem and we were asked to stop playing with the channel changer dials (yes, dials) on the front of the TV. We didn’t listen and he growled out in his deep voice to for us to STOP. That was it. Not that traumatic, but so out of the ordinary that I remember it to this day. Every other memory was of him hanging off of chains that were attached to trees that “just wouldn’t fall” after chain-sawing them, or of Granddad shooting squirrels, or of him playing basketball with us out on his patio in the back of his house and so many more. I have vivid memories of sliding down the front hill outside of the Pennsylvania Room on waxed boxes and adventuring in the crick that flowed next to their home.
When I was about twelve, my parents decided to build a barn in the back of our property. Grandmom & Granddad would usually come up on Sundays to visit and at that time, Granddad always went outside to help us build our barn. I remember we used oiled nails at that time and, at the end of the day, Granddad would come back to the house with oil all around his mouth from holding the nails in his teeth. He would just smile and unsuccessfully try to wipe it away. We’d always have a good laugh about it. He did it every time.
Throughout the years, he always had time to sit down with us kids– to hear about the worm we found and comment “Well, hot dog!” and then slap his knee. He would watch our endless plays that we put on for the adults. Through my college years and on, I always bought special stamps so that he could possibly get a stamp that he needed for his stamp collection. I still buy fancy stamps and think of him.
He always showed that he was proud of us and made us feel special. One of the last visits I had with him, I told him about what was going on in my life with my boys and with work. He smiled and held my hand and although I know he might not have remembered my boys’ names at that point, he made me feel as if that moment and what I was saying was the most important thing to him. He continually made me feel like I could do anything I put my mind to and that he was proud of me and loved me unconditionally.
He had a zest for life and for his family. He was constantly learning and trying to better himself with piano lessons, memory games and puzzles. Throughout these last few years, I stepped in to help my parents have some time away from the house when I could, and Granddad was always so thankful and a joy to be around. There was a weekend that I stayed with him while my parents were out of town and we went to sit out on the porch for a while. We sat and chatted for a bit and then he slowly stood up and started lifting one leg at a time and doing mini squats to limber up. I remember commenting that he looked like a ballerina. He was 98 at the time.
Although I am sure my view of him is a bit jaded as his Granddaughter, I believe he is truly one of the best men that I have known. I see him as someone who strived to live a life with no regrets, who worked hard to succeed, and I try to live that way every day. I will always be grateful that my kids got to know their great-grandfather and I feel blessed to have him in our lives for as long as we did. I will always love him and will always be his “Ubba.”

Emily Renn

March 31, 2021 3:53 PM

Granddad was one of a kind. He always had a smile on his face and something interesting to say. Growing up, most of my big memories have him and Grandmom in them. Every Sunday they would come to our house and join us in whatever we where doing that day. Granddad was a hard worker. He would always come in from being outside covered in dirt from whatever project was underway. He showed me what hard work looked like. He really was the best Grandfather ever.
I hope to live my life like he did. Honest, happy, and a genuine love for others around them. I look up to Granddad and how he lived his life. I will miss his hugs and his smile, even on his hard days he always managed to have a smile when I visited. He will be missed by my daughters, who were lucky to know him and have a great grandfather in their lives. I am grateful for that. Granddad, love you always, until we meet again. Happy days!

Sue Galloway

March 31, 2021 3:22 PM

Memories of Dad

I’ve had the great fortune to have known this family since I started dating Dave. I used to joke about his family being like a TV family. I don’t think I ever saw Dad angry or saying anything negative. Truly he was one of the most positive, encouraging persons I’ve ever met. He was always there for any of us who needed him and always such a positive influence on our kids.
He was never afraid to try anything and passed that onto Dave (much to my despair). I can’t tell you how many trees were cut down over the years with Dad trying to grab the tie-off rope to add weight and me yelling for Dave to get him away!
Dad and Mom were at our house almost every Sunday and were always helping with whatever project was going on at the time. Our kids never lost their excitement about Granddad and Grandmom coming up. When Mom’s health started failing he took amazing care of her. When he started needing help it was our great privilege to be able to help. He enjoyed our cross country adventure, riding with Dave high in the cab of the moving van for 9 days while stopping and enjoying sites along the way. He was honored on the stage of the Mount Rushmore as the oldest Vet in attendance, honored by maybe a thousand attendees!
Through his decline the last few years he never lost his kindness and sense of humor, and thanked me every day for “the day”. I was truly blessed to have been able to return the love and help that Dad gave to everyone. To hear him say “I love you” was rare, but he showed us all in a million ways.
He will be missed so much, but praying we will always see his legacy of laughter and love through his family.
Sue Galloway

Dave Galloway

March 31, 2021 3:19 PM

Memories of my Dad
I can’t recall a time when Dad had an unkind word to say about anyone. He always greeted everyone with what seemed like an old-time saying like “so good to see you Gent”, or “Happy Days Young fellow”. When he addressed me it was always “Boy”. That may seem odd to some, but it became music to my ears over the past 6 decades. Now, of course the Great-Grandkids use the “Happy Days” greeting which must seem strange to their friends. For us however it is just the way Dad took us back to earlier times and it always brought joy to the entire family.
I have memories from my mid teenage years, and a lot during college and early marriage. The biggest impact Dad had on me was his infinite Confidence in me. He was totally encouraging and seemed to believe that the challenge could only turn out well for “Boy”. I think it was a couple decades later that I realized the impact this had on my life. It was very hard not to believe in yourself when someone like my Dad thinks you can take on the world. I can’t begin to count the times that Dad’s confidence in me helped me keep going through difficult times.
Dad was also adventuresome and stayed very active. Through his 90’s he would visit our home weekly and want to know what needed done. He would work (on anything) for so long, that frequently I had to ask him to call it quits because I was tired. He may have been too, but up to his mid 90’s I don’t recall him ever saying it. I recall tickling him once in his 80’s and he grabbed my hands to stop me. His grip was like iron, and his arm muscles were defined and strong. Thinking back, he loaded about 35 boxes of dish-gardens weighing 30 lbs. per box into his truck each morning and unloaded them each night. When I was old enough to help I would occasionally unload with him. Doing ½ of the job alone, was a real workout. Maybe moving 900 lbs. across a basement to a garage 2x per day is a good workout regimen?
His active nature, and work ethic perhaps accounted for his good health and longevity? At 100 he only took a thyroid pill, and his blood pressure was perfect and heart rate slow.
Somewhere around his 70’s he took up hang-gliding, I suppose pursuing his life-long excitement of flight. He also started Wind surfing at this time, which is physically really quite difficult. He taught us to “try it” and I don’t recall him fearing anything other than Doctors and hospitals, which would cause him to turn physically pale anytime he was near one.
He didn’t seem to be concerned with us kids getting hurt (not like parents today). Of course when he was a kid he must have been quite a handful. His mother died when he was 9, and his father traveled a lot so he was raised by relatives. He had great memories of these times in Esplin PA, telling stories of jumping freight trains, swimming the huge Ohio river out to “the island” by holding onto his cousin Harold’s swimsuit (since Dad couldn’t yet swim), and getting into trouble with the group of local boys he hung out with. Maybe that is why he pretty much allowed me to go and do what I wanted to, as a boy.
I was always out following the creek on some adventure. No such things as cell phones of course so we would get the “be home for dinner” and be gone. I recall if I was ever late, he had a way of putting (2) fingers in his mouth and the whistle was so piercing I could hear it at least (3) bends up the creek and come running. The creek would flood over it’s banks every summer and when I was 15 – 17 years old I he would wait on the bank while I dove into the violent water to grab a tree that was rushing by, and drag it onto the bank. He would haul it up further with a rope so by the time the water level dropped he would have a year of firewood waiting on the bank, ready to cut.
Dad had a Bachelors of Science in Mechanical engineering after a grueling 9 years of night school (while also working full time). He loved to work on machines and fix them. He turned these skills into a business where he would walk into a factory and ask them what equipment needed fixed. He would reverse engineer parts, have them machined, and return to install them. To augment this business he started selling Dish-Gardens which eventually took off and became his full time occupation. I recall working on many mowers and contraptions with him and it instilled in me a love for machinery also. I have many found memories of summer days in the driveway or grass hunkered down with him. This, and the Electronic Science kits he and Mom subscribed to for me resulted in a love of Engineering and Physics which inspired me down my career path.
His outlook on life and generosity seems to have had quite an impact on persons in his life. Dad was funny, quirky, gentle and supportive. He lit up a room when he walked in and also brought joy to the children. Dad lived his life believing the “penny saved is a penny earned”, but was generous to family. I suspect this was sometimes difficult for Mom, but taught me not to be wasteful, and to invest for the future.
His love of gardening and fruit and nut trees seems to have been passed on to me. I recall many afternoons in the summer where we would walk through the orchard and pick peaches, grapes, apples, pears and eat them warm from the sun. Rich and I would fill our bellies then go back to playing. In the Fall Dad and I would gather nuts (or what was left after the great squirrel battles) and box them up to dry. Later, we would lean on the wall next to the garage ramp and crack them with a hammer and pick out the meat, snacking and talking while time seemed to stop, until Mom would call us for dinner. His spring whipping of his trees with a rubber hose is not something I have tried, but frequently brought comment from neighbors until Dad explained it helped the sap get running.
When I first met Sue at it was truly love at first sight. From the start, Dad treated Sue as a daughter. She considers Dad her father also, and he has helped fill the hole in her life since her father Pete passed. Sue and Dad were together, and she lovingly cared for him through all my travels and anytime I left the house. Dad and Sue have shared a very close bond which he re-enforced daily for the past 49 years.
The last 4 years in the West with Dad became gradually harder since Dementia started taking hold of him during his last 2 years in PA. As his memories left him so also did his interests in hobbies like stamp collecting and reading. Regardless of his decline, he was always pleasant and had an upbeat attitude, smile and was very thankful for any adventure or kindness we did with him.
Dad has outlived nearly all of his acquaintances, friends and relatives of his generation. During this past year, he talked with me about his Christian belief, something he kept very private. He lived with us during his final 5 years and remained sweet and a joy right to the end. Watching him decline and knowing his love for activity, I know I could not have handled it nearly as well as Dad did every day, and my great respect for him grew all the more. Sue and I are relieved he can now rest, however the house seems empty and strange without him. Dad was quite amazing. We are honored to have had the chance to care for him and appreciate each day he gave us.
Thank you everyone, for the phone calls to Dad – every one of these calls brought Joy to him.
Dave Galloway

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