David W. Versoi
April 4, 1934 - August 7, 2003
Obituary
David W. “Bill” VERSOI
Age 69, April 4, 1934 – August 7, 2003.
Beloved father, grandfather, uncle, David is survived by Michael Versoi son, Sandy Versoi, Michelle Simm daughter, and Rich Simm. He has 4 grandchildren, Jeffrey Versoi, Alyssa Versoi, Travis Simm, and Aaron Simm. He passed away peacefully after a short bout with cancer. Visitation August 12th, 9:00 AM – 12:00 PM with Funeral Service 12:30 PM, all at Bonney-Watson Washington Memorial, 16445 Pacific Hwy. S. SeaTac.
One evening in Chelan during the hunting season, Uncle Bill and I were having a cocktail after dinner when “Crazy” AKA Hall Head Bing and his brother-in-law showed up. We had a small boom-box and a bunch of tapes. Uncle Bill had one with all the theme songs from TV westerns – i.e Paladin, Bonanza, The Rifleman et al. For about an hour, he played the tape and we all guessed what show the song was from. It was a bit boring, but Uncle Bill was enjoying it, so we all went along. Finally, the tape ran out. Bing said he had a tape and asked if any of us had heard of Rap music. I was vaguely familar this is early 1990’s – Uncle Bill didn’t have a clue. Bing’s choice was NWA’s first album – the one loaded with ghetto-like lyrics and encouragement to shoot law enforcement officers. By the time the second tune revved-up, Uncle Bill was almost in a state of shock. Bing – influenced by 22 beers – was dancing about the campfire like a monkey with it’s butt on fire. Shortly thereafter, Uncle Bill excused himself and retired to bed. The next day, Dave Darling and I took Uncle Bill up the mountain to hunt. Dave had been away from camp that evening and missed the Rap music extravaganza but had noticed Bing was in camp. He asked what we had done the evening before. I said that we’d been introduced to Rap music – some group called Negroes With Attitudes. Dave smiled and asked Uncle Bill what he thought of Rap. For the next ten minutes we got Uncle Bill’s rendition of NWA – one line, full of obscenity, repeated over and over again! I’ll miss Uncle Bill just like I do Aunt Donna. Nonetheless, they will always be a part of my memory bank – a very good part. Farewell, Uncle Bill.
Mike and Shell:
I felt SO bad about missing “Uncle Bill’s” service. I was having a bout with my fibromyalgia and otherwise would not have missed it for anything. You and your families have my sincere condolences. Bill was a great guy and I have the fondest memories of him from hunting camp. I met him through Dave, Cher and Ted even before Ted and I were married. I remember him telling many jokes and making everyone laugh so hard! I am sure you will miss him very much. I am like you, both of my folks are gone now. Our memories are never gone, though, and that is a blessing! You will be in my thoughts, and please take care. Rhonda Ted Koska’s wife
Do Not Stand and Weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that swiftly blow.
I am the diamond glint on newly fallen snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the soft and gentle autumn rain.
When you wake from sleep in the early morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft, starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there. I do not sleep. Anonymous
Our thoughts and prayers are with you.
Jean & John Holdcraaft
I can’t remember a vacation in Chelan or a christmas for many years that we didn’t share together. and time spent at the cabin either putting it back up or the few years that we just got to enjoy it. I can still see uncle Bill and dad sitting there doing crossword puzzles and the break of dawn. We have memories to last forever.