William Alvin Burke, Rest in Peace.
Uncle Bill sent my Dad a message when we lived in France and Uncle Bill was stationed in West Germany. He got in a little trouble for it, but I’m sure he thought it was worth it, and it may have been one of the first actual emails. Uncle Bill worked in a US Army Cryptanalysis bunker and had a state of the art telex message system, the one that would receive the flash message from the President to the US Forces in Europe if there were to suddenly be a war. Dad worked in a US Army Computer Center in Poiters, France, where they also happened to have a telex machine. Uncle Bill had a Top secret clearance, and dad had a Top Secret Clearance, so Uncle Bill sent his Brother in Law a message over the US Army Telex system. His superiors were not amused.
That was around 1962 or 3, around the same time Uncle Bill started teaching me to play Chess. A few years and a few thousand miles later in Northern California Uncle Bill took me out looking for Redwood Burls around the hills surrounding Gurneville, Ca., we spent an entire day hiking up draws and over ridges, avoiding wild Pigs and either cutting burls or marking redwood roots so they would have burls the next time he came up that creek bottom in a few years. We took dozens of Burls back to Los Angeles and I made a killing selling mine in Safeway parking lots, Uncle Bill made his share selling them in Bars and upscale florist shops around LA. I learned how to read contour lines, judge slopes, range distances, pace my self and many other things that would serve me well later following Uncle Bill up and down those hills.
A few years later he took me out drinking with him around the Russian River villages, I was not really old enough yet but that didn’t seem to bother him and nobody asked, my being “Wild Bill’s” Nephew. Not even the Town Cop, who’s car he stopped at and relieved himself onto the drivers seat before going into the cafe and telling the Cop he had just done so. Uncle Bill had a pair, there was never any doubt about that. The dawn found us again high in the Redwood hills, somewhere around the time the bars started closing Uncle Bill decided he was too drunk to drive and turned the duty over to me.
Not long after that I beat him for the first time in a game of Chess between us. He had taught me well and I beat him badly with a carefully crafted trap. He sulked and refused to play me for days.We talked about ancient Astronauts, Astral travel, mind reading and things that I wouldn’t hear anyone else talking about until years later. We laughed and fought and and got drunk and after I introduced him to Pot smoked our heads off a few times. He got me interested in Family History, showed me how to prospect for Gold, how to pick up a deck of cards at the 26th card almost every time and how to pick up girls in bar, even if the girls were old enough to be in the bar and I wasn’t and he always seemed to me one of the rare larger then life people you meet occasionally in life.Uncle Bill passed away after a battle with Cancer tonight. My thoughts and prayers are with him and all those that knew and loved him, knew and hated him or just knew him and didn’t know what the hell to make of him, because he was one of the originals.
That was around 1962 or 3, around the same time Uncle Bill started teaching me to play Chess. A few years and a few thousand miles later in Northern California Uncle Bill took me out looking for Redwood Burls around the hills surrounding Gurneville, Ca., we spent an entire day hiking up draws and over ridges, avoiding wild Pigs and either cutting burls or marking redwood roots so they would have burls the next time he came up that creek bottom in a few years. We took dozens of Burls back to Los Angeles and I made a killing selling mine in Safeway parking lots, Uncle Bill made his share selling them in Bars and upscale florist shops around LA. I learned how to read contour lines, judge slopes, range distances, pace my self and many other things that would serve me well later following Uncle Bill up and down those hills.
A few years later he took me out drinking with him around the Russian River villages, I was not really old enough yet but that didn’t seem to bother him and nobody asked, my being “Wild Bill’s” Nephew. Not even the Town Cop, who’s car he stopped at and relieved himself onto the drivers seat before going into the cafe and telling the Cop he had just done so. Uncle Bill had a pair, there was never any doubt about that. The dawn found us again high in the Redwood hills, somewhere around the time the bars started closing Uncle Bill decided he was too drunk to drive and turned the duty over to me.
Not long after that I beat him for the first time in a game of Chess between us. He had taught me well and I beat him badly with a carefully crafted trap. He sulked and refused to play me for days.We talked about ancient Astronauts, Astral travel, mind reading and things that I wouldn’t hear anyone else talking about until years later. We laughed and fought and and got drunk and after I introduced him to Pot smoked our heads off a few times. He got me interested in Family History, showed me how to prospect for Gold, how to pick up a deck of cards at the 26th card almost every time and how to pick up girls in bar, even if the girls were old enough to be in the bar and I wasn’t and he always seemed to me one of the rare larger then life people you meet occasionally in life.Uncle Bill passed away after a battle with Cancer tonight. My thoughts and prayers are with him and all those that knew and loved him, knew and hated him or just knew him and didn’t know what the hell to make of him, because he was one of the originals.
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Uncle Bill told me he had a steel plate, a glass of water and a lighter on the top of his telex. When he got a message he was to decipher it, take the message ribbon and light it on fire in the plate, put the ashes in to water, stir and drink. And you thought you had a great firewall.
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Wow. Great read. Sorry about your Uncle Bill….
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William N. ClarkRead this through- was moved- of course- I’m going to bed now- when I opened this up- I knew where it would end after a couple of sentences- but didn’t know what places we’d go to before the end. I’m am very sorry for your loss- but I am happy for the memories you have. I regret that I never met Uncle Bill- but I am thankful you have shared some of your memories so I can know him in a way from these. I’m tired though & need to sleep- I’ll do that- figure you might not do that for a while. There are some things you mentioned in here that I’d like to discuss with you at a more appropriate time- up to you. I’m probably going to read this several more times tomorrow- again- sorry- again – thanks for your introduction to Uncle Bill
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He was always my favorite, and this is my favorite photo. I’m going to print and frame it.
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Still sharing memories of him with Sue…
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Like the Great Oregon Motel caper?
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Ah… Asking her about that!
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She says “or not.” 😉
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Yea, that one reflected better on some than others.
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Perhaps she would rather recall his aid in smuggling her out of France.
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Uncle Bill was also the only person I ever knew that had a work of his art on display in the Louvre. Of course he just drew a picture and taped it up on the wall while on a tour of the fabled museum, but still…it was on display, for a while.
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So do you know who took this photo?
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A photographer friend of his in SanFran, there are several more excellent shots by her on his Fb page.
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Thanks for the story Bill, hope you will share more about him…So Sorry for your loss…
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Thanks for the link, Bill
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Ah yes, he taught me and Helen to play a neat game called 52 Pickup too.
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Please tell me what Uncle Spider Eater was in reference to.
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Bill, can you send me some info on him in a private post? Thanks.
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Helen Hegener
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When we lived in France around 1960 or 62 Uncle Bill protected me from the spiders, when I would shreak he would come and calmly pick it up and ooo and ahhh over how juicy and flavorful it was and promptly pop it in his mouth and eat it. It took me some time and a bit of fortuitous spying to figure out that the sleight of hand master was palming the spider and pretending to eat it and then getting rid of it in the other room.
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Sure, but I think we might touch about all the bases here and on fikes.info, anything special you had in mind?
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Helen HegenerBill, I just read the rest of your original post with this picture – for some reason my iPad was cutting out most of it when I was reading it earlier, so I’m just now catching up with what you wrote. I love your note about hunting the redwo…See More
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Well spoken, Bill. He definitely was an original and one of the people who shaped my view of lots of things. I am glad we had that road trip down the coast together, and no, I don’t think I will elaborate on Oregon just yet. 😉
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I’d never heard that story about the Louvre, but I do remember going there with him and Mom and Dad. It was just another damned museum to me at the time, and I found the Eiffel Tower and the Arche d’ Triomphe much more intriguing. And the swans. I loved the swans which were everywhere!
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Mom thought he was going to get himself arrested at the Louvre.
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Mom thought he was going to get arrested everywhere!
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And even worse, she was convinced he was going to get Dad arrested too!
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And a few times he did, though I never recall him taking anyone down with him.
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Bill Fikes JrI told Uncle Bill about LSD shortly after I smoked his first joint with him, some time later he told me about his first acid trip.
“I was driving down the road and every thing started going in slow motion. I looked at a road sign and counted the rivets in it, looked back down at the speedometer and I was still going about 70, looked back up at the road sign and counted the rivets in it again…” His mind was always running just a little faster than the World around him, he just found something that helped him see it more clearly.
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