William L. Hamilton
Honored WWII vet was pharmacist in Farrell
William L. Hamilton of 680 Dogwood lane, Hermitage, died at 1:30 p.m. on Sunday, Sept. 12, 2004 in the hospital of Sharon regional health System. He was 83.
Mr. Hamilton was born Dec. 4, 1920 in Farrell, Pa, to John A. and Clara A. Canfield Hamilton.
He was a 1938 graduate of Farrell Hogh School and a 1943 graduate of Ohio Northern University with a Bachelor of Science in Pharmacy.
Mr. Hamilton was a veteran of World War II, having served in the Navy as a Lieutenant Junior Grade aboard the USS Duplin, where he was a deck officer who was awarded several medals for service to his country.
Upon returning home, Mr. Hamilton began his career as a pharmacist and began working in the family pharmacy, Hamilton Drug, Farrell.
He took an active interest in the well-being of his community, always a man one could look to in time of need, whether it be for pharmaceutical assistance or friendly advice. His civic affairs were also philanthropic, being active in the Farrell University Club, Lions Club of Farrell or the Mercer County and Pennsylvania Pharmaceutical Associations.
He is a man who will be missed by all who knew him for his kindness, optimism, generosity and humor.
Mr. Hamilton was a devoted husband and father, survived by his wife of 60 years, the former Audrey Shellenberger, whom he married March 17, 1945.
He also leaves a son, William Lloyd Hamilton, Jr., Pembroke, NH; two daughters , Shelly Hamilton Petite, Dublin, Ohio; and Audrey Hamilton Jamison, Valencia, Calif.; a brother, Samuel C. Hamilton, Hermitage; and six grandchildren, John and Katherine Hamilton, Kelly and Michael Petite, and Katherine and Robert Jamison.
Mr. Hamilton was preceded in death by his parents and two brothers, Charles Canfield Hamilton and John A. Hamilton, Jr.
In lieu of flowers, the family requests memorial contributions be made to Hickory United Methodist Church, 240 N. Nermitage Road, Hermitage [PA] 16148
A note from Dave:
Reuben and Ace
My Uncle Bill loved nicknames. His was Ace. He gave nicknames to those around him: his wife became Lucy. Bill Shellenberger, my dad, was Reuben.
They went back a long way. The Hamiltons and the Shellenbergers were neighbors, and Ace and Reuben were partners in crime perhaps even before Ace noticed Reuben's lovely sister, Audrey.
But I wasn't around for that part. What I remember was the family get-togethers back in the 60s in Audrey and Bill's back yard. He was the Captain of the barbecue, and in his charge we all had a great time.
My cousins, Becky, Shelly and Bill, were all older than me. They represented the keys to all the great mysteries in life, a glimpse of which I was now and then able to capture, perhaps while up past bedtime under the occasional supervision of these cousins.
But their influence was profound, as was the sense of solidarity that comes from inclusion in the family that is more than just a family, and Uncle Ace was the anchor, the glue that made you sure that you were a part of the whole.
Father, husband, brother, uncle, sailor, man of the comminity. The guy behind the pharmacy counter. And a heck of a nice guy.
My Uncle Ace: they don't come finer.