remembrance of, by William Trimpe
bio on pow website w/xref to above article
Sunday, January 30, 2011
William R Trimpe
(1925Apr22-2011Jan27)
funeral 2011Feb5 @ Cathedral of St Peter in Chains, Cincinnati OH remarks by his son Mike commitment 2011Feb5 @ St Joseph Cemetery, Cincinnati OH - great grandaughter sang the first verse of the poem Taps, followed by all singing two other verses
- son of Katherine Lubbers Trimpe and Joseph Trimpe
- husband of Claire Peeker Trimpe (m.1948May8)
- brother of
- Joseph Trimpe
Norbert Trimpe - Joseph Trimpe
- Gertrude Trimpe
- Emma Trimpe
- Vera Trimpe Kuebbing
- "Bud" Trimpe
- Rita Trimpe Winstel
obit funeral home . graceandcomfort.com . Cincinnati.com
Bill's remembrance of being in the 38ID
Vera Trimpe Kuebbing
- b. 1917Jan30 f. m.Katherine Lubbers Trimpe
gr. 1931Jun12 (card from Sr. M. Rosina SND) - m. <1943 Andrew George Kuebbing City clerk 1952-71
- d. 200?
- sister of
- Joseph Trimpe Norbert Trimpe
- Gertrude Trimpe
- Emma Trimpe
- "Bud" Trimpe
- Rita Trimpe Winstel
- William Trimpe
- mother of
- R (1943Jun23-)
- T (1947Jul1-)
- D (1951Nov19-)
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Maybelle's Cafe
- a restaurant that will serve Vera's Spice Cookies
- is located at 502 Henry St, Brooklyn, NY 11231
- the proprietors are Sarah and Ryan
- Maybelle is their dog
- facebook page
Monday, January 10, 2011
snow and ice #3
I think we were driving a van. I suspect we were already living in Pgh. That would make it 1987-1994, but could have been much earlier with the original Dodge van.
We were headed back to Houston. We stopped to get gas in W Memphis AK. We found out the whole state of AK had had snow like we did here last night. It had melted during the day and refroze at night. Rough ice all the way.
I drove from W Memphis to Texarkana. It was not freeway speeds.
The ice ended around the state line. We got gas. I gave the wheel to Sharyn. US59 was not freeway but was 4 lane, often w/median.
She drove 15-30 min before hitting glare ice. I think it is what is now called "black ice".
She spun and landed on the right shoulder, where there already were several cars.
I was in no shape to drive, and she was shaken up.
While we were resting, the county salt truck came up w/chains on. It did a 360 trying to stop.
I don't remember what happened after that, but it must have been uneventful.
We were headed back to Houston. We stopped to get gas in W Memphis AK. We found out the whole state of AK had had snow like we did here last night. It had melted during the day and refroze at night. Rough ice all the way.
I drove from W Memphis to Texarkana. It was not freeway speeds.
The ice ended around the state line. We got gas. I gave the wheel to Sharyn. US59 was not freeway but was 4 lane, often w/median.
She drove 15-30 min before hitting glare ice. I think it is what is now called "black ice".
She spun and landed on the right shoulder, where there already were several cars.
I was in no shape to drive, and she was shaken up.
While we were resting, the county salt truck came up w/chains on. It did a 360 trying to stop.
I don't remember what happened after that, but it must have been uneventful.
snow and ice #2
The year is after 1980 but before Bob and Ruby Burrell split up. The place is south on I75 in KY just north of the TN border. The road there is mostly flat but winding. The car was the Chevy "woodie" station wagon that my mother gave me when my father died.
As I came around a curve, I saw cars in the distance as far as the eye could see, stopped. As we got closer, I could see the cars were stopped, bumper to bumper, with two wheels on one of the shoulders.
I slowed and pulled to the right shoulder. I stopped the car and tried to get out. Glare ice.
Don't remember how we got out of there, but I have a faint recollection that somehow we left the pavement for a nearby road.
Anyway we proceeded to Oak Ridge, exiting the freeway in Clinton.
The road from Clinton to Oak Ridge leaves the "urban area" and travels along the Clinch River, which is on the driver side of the car. On the right is a rock face. After Ruby left, Bob bought a house up on the rock.
Here also the road is mostly flat but winding. As I came around a curve near the Oak Ridge city boundary, the area widens out and there is an intersection to the left. There are buildings at the intersection, including a small grocery and a restaurant or bar. From a distance, I could see that there were cars parked on the right shoulder.
As we got closer it became clear that there were multiple rows of cars, very close together. At one point they blocked the road, where the road had widened into two lanes each direction, with a grassy median.
I slowly stopped. At that point, the car very slowly slid to the right, contacting the other cars. A crunching sound occurred as the forces between the cars in the pack reached equilibrium.
Later an Oak Ridge city truck came from the oncoming direction. It had bags of salt but refused to come and the crew refused to bring the salt to us. So a group of the men went to the truck and retrieved multiple large bags of salt.
Starting with the car whose owner was present, and whose position made it the best candidate to leave first, we made tracks of salt from each of the tires.
It wasn't especially cold, so the ice melted rather quickly. As soon as the car had traction, the driver left, headed into Oak Ridge. When my turn came, I got the family into the car and we left.
Since this was long before cell phones, Ruby and Bob had no idea where we were.
As I came around a curve, I saw cars in the distance as far as the eye could see, stopped. As we got closer, I could see the cars were stopped, bumper to bumper, with two wheels on one of the shoulders.
I slowed and pulled to the right shoulder. I stopped the car and tried to get out. Glare ice.
Don't remember how we got out of there, but I have a faint recollection that somehow we left the pavement for a nearby road.
Anyway we proceeded to Oak Ridge, exiting the freeway in Clinton.
The road from Clinton to Oak Ridge leaves the "urban area" and travels along the Clinch River, which is on the driver side of the car. On the right is a rock face. After Ruby left, Bob bought a house up on the rock.
Here also the road is mostly flat but winding. As I came around a curve near the Oak Ridge city boundary, the area widens out and there is an intersection to the left. There are buildings at the intersection, including a small grocery and a restaurant or bar. From a distance, I could see that there were cars parked on the right shoulder.
As we got closer it became clear that there were multiple rows of cars, very close together. At one point they blocked the road, where the road had widened into two lanes each direction, with a grassy median.
I slowly stopped. At that point, the car very slowly slid to the right, contacting the other cars. A crunching sound occurred as the forces between the cars in the pack reached equilibrium.
Later an Oak Ridge city truck came from the oncoming direction. It had bags of salt but refused to come and the crew refused to bring the salt to us. So a group of the men went to the truck and retrieved multiple large bags of salt.
Starting with the car whose owner was present, and whose position made it the best candidate to leave first, we made tracks of salt from each of the tires.
It wasn't especially cold, so the ice melted rather quickly. As soon as the car had traction, the driver left, headed into Oak Ridge. When my turn came, I got the family into the car and we left.
Since this was long before cell phones, Ruby and Bob had no idea where we were.
snow and ice #1
In honor of the blizzard of 2010 (w/side of ice) in Georgia, I am trying to remember all the family snow and ice stories I can.
Sometime while living in Pgh, I was driving a van to Cincinnati on I70 west in OH. The road was mostly flat at the point of the story and mostly straight.
There was snow on the ground and it was cold. I think Teresa was with me.
As I looked ahead, the car in front of me just disappeared. I suspected it was ice. I slowed down as much as I could before we got to the bridge.
As we crossed the bridge, we spun out and wound up on the right shoulder. After a few seconds to collect my wits, I drove right off the shoulder and on my way.
Sometime while living in Pgh, I was driving a van to Cincinnati on I70 west in OH. The road was mostly flat at the point of the story and mostly straight.
There was snow on the ground and it was cold. I think Teresa was with me.
As I looked ahead, the car in front of me just disappeared. I suspected it was ice. I slowed down as much as I could before we got to the bridge.
As we crossed the bridge, we spun out and wound up on the right shoulder. After a few seconds to collect my wits, I drove right off the shoulder and on my way.
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