From: Laurence Lavin

My deepest sympathy to you all

From: Paul Brinkmann

Hey everybody,
well ol' mucky- lerchman- pops and the various other nick names we have dubbed him w/ has gone to the big submarine race in the sky.  All I have been doing all morning is having a montage of the different images w/ his fathead scenes.  Everything from him telling how he was always going to the submarine races (which I think I didn't figure out until I was about 15), or motioning his hands to demonstrate the bumber to bumber traffic, having exact change for the tolls, or waiving out the window while sitting at either the Dyre St or Wesley rd breakfast tables to nonexistent persons to see who would look, or making himself the cold cut sandwiches on weekends, or always rubbing my beanhead when I was little for good luck,or his most recent OC Bay Rd explanation about his neighbor who would bring his cigarette boat out on the weekend and once the driver got to right in front of the condo throwing down the throttle.  Altho it was more Billy induced, I also keep repeating the Little Rascals "I wish I had a water melon" while rubbing my stomach to imitate pops when he was using the "clear" steroid cream on his stomach.
I am sure the memories will keep on coming and fortunately they are all  good.
But anyway, I took a stab at preparing a 1st draft of the obit for everyones review and comment.  As you will notice, I need some info to complete the blanks, correct spellings etc.  Based on Mom's indication, I covered basically his military experience, the business and family.  I also closed w/ the assumption that, in lieu of flowers etc., donations to a hospice (or what about Anne's scholarship) might be a good alternative.
After you look it over just edit as you see fit (since I have no pride of authorship and just want to help out) and get it back to me and I will coordinate finalizing it and getting where it needs to go.
love,
paul

Following attachment:

William Francis Brinkmann, III, beloved husband, father, grandfather and friend passed away peacefully on March 28, 2006 in Punta Gorda, Florida. Bill was born on August 17, 1922 in Philadelphia, PA, to William Francis Brinkmann and Margaret Pattison Brinkmann. He married Helen Lavin in 1950 and had seven children, two of whom (Michael and Anne) predeceased him. He attended local schools and in 1942 while in his junior year at Villanova University, Bill enlisted in the U.S. Army Air Corps where he became a B-26 bomber pilot flying numerous missions in Europe. Toward the end of World War II, he was shot down over Germany and rescued by General Patton’s troops. Bill achieved the rank of Captain before leaving the service and returning to Philadelphia to take over the family business, Brinkmann Bros Roofing, which was established in 1865. Brinkmann Bros. Roofing is the oldest continuously run roofing company in Philadelphia. Bill later met Helen, his wife, living in Philadelphia and vacationing in Ocean City, N.J. until 1976 when they moved to Ocean City full time. Upon retirement they divided their time between Punta Gorda and Ocean City. Having survived the war, Bill lived each day thereafter with appreciation for life, love and family. Bill loved family, golf and stingers but not necessarily in that order. Bill was most proud of his children and grandchildren and supported their academic and various athletic endeavors, never missing an opportunity to attend their games. Bill’s sense of humor, positive outlook, kindness and love will be dearly missed. Bill is survived by his wife, Helen and family, William F. Brinkmann, IV (Arlinda) of Narberth, PA and Punta Gorda, FL, John D. Brinkmann (Gail) of Narberth, PA, Mary H. Shonnard (Neal) of Tacoma, WA, Paul L. Brinkmann (Tess) of Flagstaff, AZ, Margaret P. Brinkmann of Tiburon, CA and nine grandchildren, Marie, John, Brian and Michael Brinkmann; Matthew, Annelise and Helena Shonnard; and Demetri and William Brinkmann. Donations may be made to TideWell Hospice, 5955 Rand Blvd., Sarasota, FL 34238. A memorial service will be held in Ocean City, New Jersey at a later date.

From: Frank Mazzone