Here's a nice letter sent to Phil and Sheila Danylak from one of Walt's Childhood
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Hi, I was a classmate of Bill's starting at Kingsboro School. I did
not have the chance to thank you for the wonderful afternoon on
Saturday and to tell you how much I appreciated the chance to say
goodby to a dear and treasured friend.
I have so many memories of "Billy" as he will always be known to me
starting in Kindergarten. We shared a table in Mrs. Glonings class.
He would hear the train whistle at the Kingsboro crossing, and lean
over to poke me and say "Did you hear it ?", and then he would have
this big grin on his face.
Starting in 1st or 2nd grade, he would walk me home after school. (I
lived on Newman St.) He would stay so long at my house that my mother
would have to tell him "Billy, it's getting dark, you have to go
home". He was my very first "boyfriend".
Some days after school we would chase the train and he would whoop
and hollar until the engineer blew the whistle. One day the train
stopped for whatever reason and Bill got to climb up and sit in the
engine and talk to the engineer. He was absolutely euphoric.
All this went on until we moved to Boulevard school for 6th grade. At
the end of 9th grade I moved to California and we lost touch, but
when I moved back here in 1993 we got reaquainted and when I became
the City Historian Bill would come down to the archives on Friday
night and go through and copy the FJ&G documents we had.
The last time I saw Bill was a few years ago when we met at Harold's
Restaurant for dinner. We had such a wonderful time reminiscing about
I grieve for a dear friend but know he is at peace. I hope they have
trains on the other side for him to chase. Thank you again for