William Dorsey Eubanks, 69, of Ball Ground, Ga, passed away Friday, May 19, 2017, at his home following a brief battle with cancer.
Memorial services are scheduled for Friday, May 26th at 10 a.m. at Georgia National Cemetery in Canton, GA, followed by a Noon service at Westminster Chapel, 9972 Ball Ground Highway, Ball Ground, GA. 30107 (next to Subway).
Bill Eubanks was a native of Atlanta and attended Grady High School, Georgia Tech and graduated from the University of West Georgia. He was a veteran of the Vietnam War and served as a Radioman in the United States Navy. Bill was the son of William Dorsey Eubanks and Carolyn Inez Hathcox. He retired from Herman Miller as a production engineer. He enjoyed woodworking, photography, family and his church. Bill was a founder and elder at Westminster Chapel. He always looked for opportunities to serve and help others.
Bill is survived by his family in Ball Ground, GA, wife, Sally Eubanks; daughter, Kimberley Harris and son-in-law Kirk Harris; his son David Eubanks and daughter-in-law, Mandy Eubanks; four grandchildren, Carolyne and Hannah Harris and William and Johnathan Eubanks; and Wanda Eubanks, sister-in-law of Stone Mountain, GA. He was preceded in death by his brother James D. Eubanks.
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to Westminster Chapel, 9972 Ball Ground Hwy, Ball Ground, GA 30107.
Bill was a very talented woodworker and served in the Navy during the Vietnam Conflict. He attended Rock Sprinigs Elementary School so when he was at Grady he really did not have a large group of elementary school friends. Most of them were at North Fulton High School. I was fortunate to get to know Bill in Boy Scout Troop 84 at Haygood Memorial Methodist Church. He and I were in The Buffalo Patrol and camped and hiked together about 10 weekends each year in Scouts. Our most memorable Camping Trip was a Camporee at Lake Allatoona which became know as the "Mud Camp." We arrived at the campsite on the edge of the lake via a Georgia Red Clay Road on a Friday afternoon. We set up our tent and built a cooking fire for our "Silver Turtles" (Ground Beef, Potatoes & Carrots wrapped in Aluminum Foil).
The rain started soon after supper and did not stop until Sunday Morning. We had to dig a trench around our tent to divert the water and the canvas was so soaked that it was dripping water on us. Leaving on Sunday our parent's and Scout Leader's cars became mired in the muddy road and we all had to help push the cars up several hills to excape. We all were covered from head to toe with red clay mud. Bill and I were always connected by that event and when talking or visiting that story always made us smile.
He told me that while serving in the Navy, he earned the nickname. "Pop" because he was a bit older than the majority of the men he served with. Bill, Mike Monroe, and several others from Grady all ate lunch in 2015 in Canton Georgia at Williamson's Bar-B-Que. It was a fun time of swapping stories and lots of laughter. Every time I cross Lake Allatoona on Interstate 75, I think about Bill and the "Mud Camp." Bill was quiet, but theough his actions of serving his family, friends, and Country he spoke loudly. He is missed.
Suprised to hear of his passing, now moe than 4 years ago, especially since he lived in Ball Ground, which I pass through the few trips I make back to Atlanta., As a member of the ":Surviviors Club", more out circumstance and intention, and member of troop 84, I remember Bill in passing, though not close....Having trouble recalling the location of RockSprings Elementary School!...was it near the Presbyterian Church on Piedmont?...So, greetings to other members,-living in a gated community of one, masking up on the occasions outside that realm,taking LOTS of immune support supplements, moving around a lot and eating a healthy, mostly organic diet, and following the chant of "All Naps Matter", I am here, gratelful, aware, doing what I can to make the world a better place.....martin sachs
I remember Bill from 8th and 9th grade track. I was impressed that he ran the hurdles. I thought that was brave of him! I didn't realize that he was in Vietnam. I wish I had connected with him at the reunion so that we could have discussed his experience. It sounds like he lived a good life and had a large and supportive family. My thoughts are with them.
As a member of Troop 60, I was also at the "mud camp" that week-end at Lake Alatoona. Thankfully, I was able to get a ride out late Saturday afternoon. I think our Troop Leader must have taken pity on my rain-soaked appearance and sent me home with a few other lucky scouts.
Bill and I lived nearby on Wellbourne Drive and played a lot of backyard football with other guys in the neighborhood. We built our first crystal radios together, and I remember how excited he was that a long wire and a few tiny parts could put sound into an earphone.
We never got together again after Grady, but after all these years I'm touched to learn that first simple gadget may have led to so much of his service and career.
Alvin Townley Jr
Bill was a very talented woodworker and served in the Navy during the Vietnam Conflict. He attended Rock Sprinigs Elementary School so when he was at Grady he really did not have a large group of elementary school friends. Most of them were at North Fulton High School. I was fortunate to get to know Bill in Boy Scout Troop 84 at Haygood Memorial Methodist Church. He and I were in The Buffalo Patrol and camped and hiked together about 10 weekends each year in Scouts. Our most memorable Camping Trip was a Camporee at Lake Allatoona which became know as the "Mud Camp." We arrived at the campsite on the edge of the lake via a Georgia Red Clay Road on a Friday afternoon. We set up our tent and built a cooking fire for our "Silver Turtles" (Ground Beef, Potatoes & Carrots wrapped in Aluminum Foil).
The rain started soon after supper and did not stop until Sunday Morning. We had to dig a trench around our tent to divert the water and the canvas was so soaked that it was dripping water on us. Leaving on Sunday our parent's and Scout Leader's cars became mired in the muddy road and we all had to help push the cars up several hills to excape. We all were covered from head to toe with red clay mud. Bill and I were always connected by that event and when talking or visiting that story always made us smile.
He told me that while serving in the Navy, he earned the nickname. "Pop" because he was a bit older than the majority of the men he served with. Bill, Mike Monroe, and several others from Grady all ate lunch in 2015 in Canton Georgia at Williamson's Bar-B-Que. It was a fun time of swapping stories and lots of laughter. Every time I cross Lake Allatoona on Interstate 75, I think about Bill and the "Mud Camp." Bill was quiet, but theough his actions of serving his family, friends, and Country he spoke loudly. He is missed.
Martin Sachs
Suprised to hear of his passing, now moe than 4 years ago, especially since he lived in Ball Ground, which I pass through the few trips I make back to Atlanta., As a member of the ":Surviviors Club", more out circumstance and intention, and member of troop 84, I remember Bill in passing, though not close....Having trouble recalling the location of RockSprings Elementary School!...was it near the Presbyterian Church on Piedmont?...So, greetings to other members,-living in a gated community of one, masking up on the occasions outside that realm,taking LOTS of immune support supplements, moving around a lot and eating a healthy, mostly organic diet, and following the chant of "All Naps Matter", I am here, gratelful, aware, doing what I can to make the world a better place.....martin sachs
Karl Michel
I remember Bill from 8th and 9th grade track. I was impressed that he ran the hurdles. I thought that was brave of him! I didn't realize that he was in Vietnam. I wish I had connected with him at the reunion so that we could have discussed his experience. It sounds like he lived a good life and had a large and supportive family. My thoughts are with them.
As a member of Troop 60, I was also at the "mud camp" that week-end at Lake Alatoona. Thankfully, I was able to get a ride out late Saturday afternoon. I think our Troop Leader must have taken pity on my rain-soaked appearance and sent me home with a few other lucky scouts.
Charles Epstein
Bill and I lived nearby on Wellbourne Drive and played a lot of backyard football with other guys in the neighborhood. We built our first crystal radios together, and I remember how excited he was that a long wire and a few tiny parts could put sound into an earphone.
We never got together again after Grady, but after all these years I'm touched to learn that first simple gadget may have led to so much of his service and career.