Bill Thompson had been around the farm for as long as I can remember. He came to live here in 1982 till he retired in 2007. I have very few photos as he wasn't really a selfie kind of guy, but if you met him you would remember him. If he liked you, he would talk your ear off about current events learned by watching CFTO News. If he didn't care for you, he would politely turn his back to you and walk away.
Born into the care of the Salvation Army in Orillia, he did not know his family. He spent much of his early life in institutions until privatization closed many of them during the 1960's. Considering his limited ability to read and do math, Bill was very proud of his independence. A budget included groceries, pipe tobacco, and a case of Labatt Blue. He would clean his floors till you could see your reflection, then completely cover them with newspaper so he could leave his boots on. He cooked enough food for a family of four each meal, yet never ate leftovers. The most impressive quality was his work ethic. He could carry product into restaurants that weighed slightly more than half of his own weight.
Soon we will bring Bill home to the farm for eternity. His ashes will remain here, at the place he proudly called home and with us, who proudly called Bill family. Rest in peace.