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WILLIAM EDWARD LAIRD
William Laird
• ALTON
William E. Laird, Sr.., 64, passed away on Sunday, Sept. 4, 2005, at Barnes-Jewish Hospital in St. Louis. He was born on Aug. 5, 1941 in Calhoun County,
IL, son of Harvey and Nellie (Schielper) Laird.
He married the former Ruth Young in Alton on April 30, 1983. She survives.
He was formerly employed as a machinist at Owens-Illinois Glass Works. He was a member of the Alton-Wood River Sportsman's Club. He enjoyed riding his Harley Davidson and skeet shooting.
In addition to his wife, survivors include one son and daughter-in-law, William, Jr. and Robin Laird of Fosterburg; two daughters and sons-in-law, Julie and Monty Hawkins and Jennifer and Eric Konkol, all of Alton; eight grandchildren; one brother, Henry Laird of Dorsey; and one sister and brother-in- law, Waunita and Richard Balgeman of Mantino, IL.
He was preceded in death by his parents. Visitation and funeral services were at Elias Smith Funeral Homes and Crematory in Alton. Entombment followed at Rose Lawn Memory Gardens.
Memorials are suggested to the Alton-Wood River Sportsman's Club Junior Scholastic Trap Team in care of Elias-Smith Funeral Home, 2521 Edwards St., Alton, IL 62002.
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David Mizerski
Bill's been gone a few years now, but I'll always remember the days when he was an usher at the Princess Theater and I worked at the Grand. Lost track of him until the first class reunion.... had a hell of a good time at that one.Bill loved to ride his Harley and as a matter of fact the last time I saw him he was riding his bike with his wife Ruthie.
Super guy always had a smile on his face
Perry Coons
Bill and I met in elementary school. He said I was the only one who ever called him Billy.I recall that he, Ruthie and I, along with a few others who shall remain unnamed unless they choose to disclose, were asked to leave Coco's at about 3 AM after the Friday night event of the 20 year reunion. Walking out to our cars he teased me about my tap dancing in the 4th & 5th grade talent shows. So I jumped up on the trunk of his car and tapped a little.
The first thing he said to me at the 40th was 'no dancing on my car tonight.' I often think of his laughter.