Bill Jenkins is survived by his wife Betty, his children Betsy, Jack, and Doug Jenkins and by his grandchildren.

Bill Jenkins was a warm, outgoing, and above all, true blue man. He was true blue to his wife, his family, his friends, his school, his company, his country, and his faith. He was true blue to St A’s, Sigma Chi, the Republican Party, and the U.S. Navy. He was true blue to the Cubs, the Bears, the Blackhawks, and the Berghoff. He was an enthusiastic singer, track man, chemist and R & D man, camper, fisherman, golfer, traveler, special occasion cook, reader to the blind, and late-in-life snowplow skier. He mixed a steadfast Depression thriftiness with some guilty splurges. He mixed love of tradition with an eagerness to try new. He mixed falling easily into naps with focusing so intently when awake that he walked into lamp posts. He mixed desert-dry martinis in a glass baby bottle, first with a chemist’s precision, then with his index finger. Being color-blind, he mixed his plaids. He had a twinkle in his eye, wore his heart on his sleeve, remembered names, followed fire trucks, loved a good joke, and wanted to live to be 100. He always loved music: Cwm Rhondda above all, big band jazz and Gilbert and Sullivan especially, and Vaughn Williams never. He was a member of St A’s nearly all his life, joining the choir as a young boy and singing with them for close to 70 years. He and Bill Babcock Sr. entertained the clergy and congregation together as acolytes and he served as vestry Warden for a spell. But perhaps his most memorable role was leading Oktoberfest attendees in singing German beer drinking songs as he stood on table top, wearing lederhosen, Tyrolean hat and reading glasses, and waved his beer stein to keep the beat. We miss him every day.