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Tim died of cancer on May 23 1993 at the age of 42. He went to the University of Illinois, Chicago Circle and later completed an MBA at Kepler. He worked in Information Technology for Standard Oil where he met his wife Jennifer and they were married in 1980. They lived in the Chicago area and had no children.
His siter Nancy reports that "because he was never a serious person, he was buried in a Hawaaian shirt and Jennifer scattered his ashes in the Seine in Paris because he loved Paris (just thought it was wasted on the French!)" Now that sounds like the Tim that many of us knew!
Please post your memories of Tim below.
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Gerald Wilhelmi
If anyone knows whay happened with Tim please let me know. Tim was like the mad professor in a world of his own. To me he was far greater then his peers, never falling for the pressures of others he chose his own path and followed it. I always thought Tim would go on to do great things and I hope he did. Tim inspired me to be me not something to be cool or accepted. I know Tim wouldn't win a popularity contest, free thinkers rarely do...thanks TimLaura McCall
Brilliant boy. Won the best math and best science prizes for our class. Knew him since first grade. He left too soon.
Laura McCall
Susan Schaefer
Regarding Tim: I checked with my stepmother who was a good friend to Tim's mother. Tim apparently worked for Standard Oil in some type of computer-tech position. He was married to a woman named Jennifer, and they lived in the Chicago area. Tim and Jennifer never had children. He had some type of abdominal cancer (maybe liver?) and died in the 90's, I think.I remember Tim giving our fifth grade teacher, Mr. Domagala, fits! Mr. D was the disciplinarian of Central Elem.'s fifth grade classes and I'm sure the halls of the school are still echoing with his "Tichenor!" yells whenever Tim was off the mark. I think Tim always marched to his own drummer.
If someone wants to contact one of Tim's sisters, I think my stepmother or stepsisters keep in touch with them.
Mark Hamby
I'm sorry to hear that Tim is gone. I didn't know him well, but I have often told the story of the book reports he delivered in Ms. Slavin's eighth-grade language arts class. He would amble to the front of the class and start reciting tales of freakish wonder from Ripley's BELIEVE IT OR NOT. Ms. Slavin would roll her eyes and say, "Well, Tim, that's very interesting, but you need to find another book to read." One couldn't help but admire Tim's persistence, and perhaps his casual disdain for the whole exercise.Nick Mozak
Tim , Dick Norlund and I were in the same Boy Scout Troop (178) along with Bill Hubbard and Bruce Cedar. Bill, Bruce and I were close friends in grade school and into high school, and yet they were the ones who were the real leaders of our Boy Scout Troop. Tim, Dick and I however did not take the "oath" quite so seriously, and I remember a few late autumn camp outs spent with them where the three of us wished we might be home in a warm bed instead of freezing our butts off in a tent. One particular summer trip to Camp Lowden I recall Tim teaching me dirty lyrics to some popular camp song as we walked back from the waterfront ( where we were less than successful swimmers). He was irreverent, very smart and was probably my first friend who made it acceptable to be a misfit in a world of conformists.