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 William Vincent Brushwood
William (Billy) V. Brushwood, 24, Route 4, St. Joseph, MO was killed Friday, January 27, 1984 in an automobile accident on Highway 45, near Platte City, MO.
He was a native and lifelong resident of St. Joseph. He was employed at Blueside.
He was a member of St. Patrick's Catholic Church.
Surviving are his wife, Laura Brushwood of the home; his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Cecil Brushwood, six brothers, Henry, Frederick (Fred) and John, all of St. Joseph; Joseph (Joe), Seattle, Washington; Stephen, Dallas, Texas and Christopher (Chris), Norfolk, Virginia. Six sisters, Margaret Mary Hagler, Anna Marie Christ, Mary Ann Brushwood, Julie Ann Tatro, Kathleen Rose Estes and Karen Sue Brushwood, all of St. Joseph. He was preceded in death by a brother, Tommy and a sister, Carol.
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Donna Brooks (Bennett)
One of my earliest memories of first grade is Billy Brushwood sitting next to me on the school bus and calling me "skinny minnie" and my brother Gregg knocking him upside the head! Billy just laughed, he had a really hard head! My dad said that's how I could tell Billy liked me!Rhonda Violett (Slawson)
Some of my best memories and tortures came at the hands of Billy Brushwood. In 7th or 8th grade we all went to Skateland for an end of year party. Billy asked me to couple skate with him. Now we all know that Billy and I weren't little. Somehow, we tangled skates and he fell on top of me. We were laughing so damned hard that neither one of us could roll around enough to get back up. When we were in 8th grade Science, Billy asked me how to spell "administration" because he wanted to look up "the right word for periods" GEEZ. I, of course, had him look up menstruation and there was NO living with him after that. Once, during Freshman history class, Billy stretched a red/blue rubber with a star on the tip over the table leg. Grosdidier asked me what was on the leg of the table. INNOCENT that I am, I lifted the table, pulled off the rubber and said, "Coach, I think it is some kind of water balloon or something." Of course Billy was grinning like there was no tomorrow and later whispered that he could show me how to fill that balloon. NASTY! For all of Billy's silly faults, there was one sweet guy!