Bill Cuneo was one of my favorite childhood friends. Though he teased me unmercifully in 4th grade we grew to be very good friends, especially in the years just after high school.
I had seen Bill a few years ago on a construction site where he was working in Napa. At the time, his wife was still alive. We caught up on family news and it was so good to see him and chat. I never expected that 15 minutes to be the last time I would see him.
I still think of him and his family and hope that they are healing from this loss. Especially his children and grandchildren and of course, his parents.
What a dear sweet guy. So honest and funny. He is missed.
Bill Cuneo was a fabulous diver. Growing up I would walk down to the cabana and sit for hours and watch him dive. Being afraid of the water myself it gave me such joy to see him have so much fun in perfecting his dives.
I was hoping to sit and chat with him a while like we did at the last reunion. I will miss you Bill, Rest in Peace
Can anyone tell us how, when and where Bill was when he died? There are several of us who would like to know. Thanks
Bill Cuneo, Lindsy Erickson and I drove up to Squaw Valley to see about a job on the slopes(forgetting for a momment about the draft). When we got there Grunhilda the Valkyrie would only talk with me because I looked 'clean-cut'. Short hair and a quick wit saved me everytime. 'Gosh officer I think they are smoking marjuwana in there!'.
Hello. My name is Kristina and I am Bill's oldest daughter. I just wanted to say thank for the wonderful comments that you made about my father. He was an amazing man and is missed everyday.
When I moved from San Francisco to San Rafael in 1965 I was on the swim team Ann (Bill's mom) had at their house. I would see Bill at practice every morning, he never smiled or joked around, he just got into the water and swam like, well, like a fish... what a wonderfu partl of my youth that team was. Ann was a gentle coach - she never yelled, she was a teacher in the finest sense of the word. Bill had the same calm nature.
Laure Mandin (Rulon)
Bill Cuneo was one of my favorite childhood friends. Though he teased me unmercifully in 4th grade we grew to be very good friends, especially in the years just after high school.I had seen Bill a few years ago on a construction site where he was working in Napa. At the time, his wife was still alive. We caught up on family news and it was so good to see him and chat. I never expected that 15 minutes to be the last time I would see him.
I still think of him and his family and hope that they are healing from this loss. Especially his children and grandchildren and of course, his parents.
What a dear sweet guy. So honest and funny. He is missed.
Louise Jacobs (DeValk)
Bill Cuneo was a fabulous diver. Growing up I would walk down to the cabana and sit for hours and watch him dive. Being afraid of the water myself it gave me such joy to see him have so much fun in perfecting his dives.I was hoping to sit and chat with him a while like we did at the last reunion. I will miss you Bill, Rest in Peace
Can anyone tell us how, when and where Bill was when he died? There are several of us who would like to know. Thanks
John Graybill
Bill Cuneo, Lindsy Erickson and I drove up to Squaw Valley to see about a job on the slopes(forgetting for a momment about the draft). When we got there Grunhilda the Valkyrie would only talk with me because I looked 'clean-cut'. Short hair and a quick wit saved me everytime. 'Gosh officer I think they are smoking marjuwana in there!'.Kristina Cuneo (Reich)
Hello. My name is Kristina and I am Bill's oldest daughter. I just wanted to say thank for the wonderful comments that you made about my father. He was an amazing man and is missed everyday.Thank you again,
Kristina
Jan Messerschmidt (Goehring)
When I moved from San Francisco to San Rafael in 1965 I was on the swim team Ann (Bill's mom) had at their house. I would see Bill at practice every morning, he never smiled or joked around, he just got into the water and swam like, well, like a fish... what a wonderfu partl of my youth that team was. Ann was a gentle coach - she never yelled, she was a teacher in the finest sense of the word. Bill had the same calm nature.