January 11, 2018

I want to start off by communcating some “thank you’s”. Thank you for those family members and some friends that attended my dad’s service and braving the frigid tempatures that mother nature threw at us. Thank you for my mom and dad for raising me as the person I am today. Thank you for my wife Patti for making me a better partner and husband she is so wise in so many Life situations and continues to “school me”. I love her with all my heart. Thank you to Pastor Mark for starting our families journey in the next phase of the life cycle here on earth.
I’d like to mention a couple of things that immediately come to mind in remembering my dad. One was his work ethic. He had two jobs for most of my entire childhood and excelled in both. He worked hard to give my mother and brother and myself a great life. That left mom to be the daytime disaplinarian and I grew to know the phrase, “just wait until your father gets home” (I heard that often) – this work ethic was transposed into all of us. Mom got us up, ready for school, dinners every night and raised us to respect others and treat people the way we wanted to be treated. My brother Doug flew through school with the best grades and ended up a respected educator and touched thousands of young minds in his years as a teacher. In me, starting to work at Armstrong at 18 pushing a broom to now planning production for the largest Armstrong Ceiling Plant in the country. 
Dad’s love of sports. He was an awesome swimmer in high School and a star basketball player for WGAL leading the team in scoring and a shortstop on the fast pitch softball WGAL team. I followed his lead and played fast pitch in the same league years later. My mom and dad were present at alot of my games in the league and also followed me to two national tournaments in Miami and Atlanta. They even were part of a two person gallery following me in a Lanco Golf tournament and clapped when I had a nice shot – which lead the other golfers to say to me, “they your parents?”
I wrote a poem to them when they reached their 50th wedding anniversary and forteen years later after just reaching 64 years my dad passed. It still remains so true so I thought I would share; (I modified to 64 years)
64 years together as man and wife
Thats quite an accomplishment in two peoples life
Through the years growing up I tried to remember with all my might
And I cannot think of one disagreement or fight 
As parents, i could not have asked them to be more caring, loving or kind
and for my wife and I we are only 25 years behind
As a teen, I can remember giving my parents reason for concern
I guess it is just something a teenager has got to learn 
As we have gotten older and we all have our little aches and pains
I know all I have to do to brighten their day is to talk like John Wayne
I have always looked at my parents marriage as something that I wanted to mirror mine
All I had to do was find a woman comparable to my mom who was a great person that loved her man was kind to everyone and would do a great job raising children and I found her and she lived on a street named Pine
The second part would be for me to eminate my father, loving his wife being faithful and sincere, loyal to her and provide for his family
They found each other in High School with a love that came out of Heaven. I love you both very much
Dad – I will miss you and even though I hugged him and told him I loved him everytime I saw him -I look back now and wished I spent more time with him. If you have parents still on earth hug them and tell them you love them.
See you again Dad!!!
Your baby,
Mark
 
 
 
 

January 05, 2018

To Shirley and your family,
i was sad to hear that Art had passed away.  I worked with him at WGAL for many years.  He was a great guy and someone fun to be around.
My sincere sympathy to all of you.
Edi Young
 

January 04, 2018

Thank you all for your condolences and for your kind comments about my Father; they are appreciated, and comforting to myself and to my entire family. During my career as a history teacher, I have collected hundreds of quotations to use in the classroom. Last Father’s Day, I gave my Dad this quotation, “The greatest gift that a Father can give to his children is to love their mother.” (Anjaneth Garcia Untalan). I told my Dad on Father’s Day that throughout his life, he gave my brother and I that gift.
My Father was a complex man, though his generally quiet demeanor might lead a casual observer to think otherwise. My Dad was a man of his generation. He was the financial provider and my Mom was the emotional provider and domestic support for the family. My parents were stellar in their respective roles and provided a stable, loving foundation that allowed both of their sons to flourish throughout our lives.
My Dad was a good man, but he could be frustrating. He was a meat and potatoes guy. Salads were to be made with iceberg lettuce. If he was presented with a spring mix, or there was a hint of romaine lettuce in his salad, he would declare, “What’s this? I can’t eat this!” If Catalina salad dressing wasn’t available, there would be no salad eating at that meal.
After a holiday feast when the family could barely stand to leave the table and my sister-in-law would suggest that dessert would be served after the table was cleared and the dishes washed, or after we all went for a walk with our dogs to digest our meal, he wouldn’t be a happy camper, because by God, dessert comes right after the last bite of the meal. To my Dad that was simply the way it was supposed to be.
I worked at WGAL-TV with my Dad for almost six years. It was quite a learning experience with regard to television production. However, it also provided me with a valuable new perspective of my Dad. I was initially embarrassed when I learned that he had spent weeks before I started working at the station warning some his coworkers to tone down their salty language because his son was going to be working there soon. Of course, I came to understand that he was; yet again, concerned about protecting his son.
When I was a part of the production crew, I got to see that my Dad had an artistic side that I didn’t previously know existed. He was obsessed that the lighting in the studio be checked and adjusted until it was perfect. When I was a cameraman, I learned quickly how to make a slow, smooth diagonal pan while slowly zooming, elevating the camera, and racking out of focus during a musical interlude. Though he had a way of making his disappointment known if things didn’t go as he envisioned, I never knew him to lose his temper. He never treated me differently because I was his son. At least with regard to my performance, what happened at work, stayed at work. Most importantly, I carefully observed the respect and camaraderie he received from, and the good humor that he shared with his coworkers; both those behind the camera, as well as those in front of the camera.
Dad insisted that his life celebration be small and simple. Actually, I’m not sure that he would be pleased that we have made as much of a fuss as we have. If my Mom, brother, and I heard once, we heard a hundred times, and I quote, “After I die, just throw me out in the yard, and cover me up so the dog doesn’t get me!” I think that I was maybe twelve, when I said, “Dad, I don’t think that’s legal.” I think that everyone will agree that my Father was quite a memorable character.
The other day there was an “In Memoriam” segment on TV commemorating the significant people that we lost this year. I almost expected to see my Dad in that segment. The singer and actor Della Reese was one of those that died this year that was featured briefly in the segment. They showed a clip from her television program, “Touched By An Angel.” In the clip, she turned to another character and said, “Some of our best living is done by those that we leave behind.” To a greater, or lesser degree, I know that we all carry a piece of my Dad’s spirit with us, so he has quite a bit of living left to do. My family is diminished, and I certainly feel that the world is diminished by his loss. Dad we love you…you will be missed.
Love, Doug

January 03, 2018

Shirley, So sorry to hear about Art.  He was a great man. I will  never forget our little talks when he would come into the pharmacy.  He will be missed my many..                                                                                        Kathy Faus

January 02, 2018

Shirley, we were so shocked to hear the news last week. Art was my mentor and friend for many years. I would not be where I am today if not for him. When Lisa and I got engaged, we came over to your house to tell you first, and then found out we would be married on Art’s 50th birthday. I’m so glad I had the chance to have lunch with Art a few weeks ago. He will always be in our hearts. Our sympathy to you and your family.
                           Marc and Lisa Sandhaus

January 02, 2018

Dear Shirley, Doug, and Mark,
I was saddened to read about Art’s passing.  I have such fond memories of working with him at Channel 8, especially on countless Saturdays when we signed on with The Cisco Kid and the two of us kept the programming going until 5 p.m.  Art always sent me out to get lunch for the two of us, most often at the Burger Chef at Manor Shopping Center.  The discussions he and I would have during those ten hours seemed to touch on every conceivable topic, and I learned a lot from Art.
It’s funny the odd little things one always remembers.  Art loved cars and he borrowed my new Pontiac Firebird to take Shirley on a drive while listening to my factory 8-track tape player.  Pushing me to finish my degree at E-town.  And one that I shall always treasure — getting “sick” one evening so that I would have to cover the Six O’clock News, just when the guy who was considering hiring me at Channel 2 in Baltimore happened to stop by to see me direct.  Art paved the way for me to get that job.
I’m glad that I got to see him a couple times since I moved back.  I would be riding by on my motor scooter and catch him working in the yard.  I wish that I would have seen him more.
My thoughts and prayers are with you all.
Barry Freidly

January 01, 2018

Doug and Family,
                            I heard about the passing of Mr. Webb. Very sorry to hear about it. Wishing you all peace in your hearts and minds in this time of mourning.
                                                                                    Steve Kambic

December 31, 2017

Dear Shirley and Family,
I just learned about the passing of Art. I never stopped calling him Sonny, from our childhood.
He aways laughed about that and said no one else did that! I am very sad about your loss of
this wonderful guy. I know he treasured you and his family above all else in life.
With loving sympathy and blessings,  Suzanne Webb Sehl and Mike Sehl (address below)
106 Leonards Lane, Phoenixville, 19460

December 31, 2017

  Our thoughts and prayers are with you.  Please know we are thinking of you at this sad time. Chris and Barb Bair.

December 31, 2017

Hi Shirley:  We are so sorry to know of Art’s passing and we offer you our sympathy.  I have fond memories going back to 1954 when Art and I were stationed at Lowry Air Foce Base in Colorado.  I lived on base while you and Art had an apartment in Denver.  Thanks to Art and his car we did a lot of touring around the Rocky Mountains.  Joan and I now live in Woodcrest Villa on the Harrisburgh Pike.  We wish you well at this time.  Burnell & Joan Hostetter