Birth date: Aug 8, 1937 Death date: Dec 29, 2015
Timothy Williams Jr.,78, the son of the late Timothy and Isabel Williams, passed away on December 29, 2015. Born in Manchester, NC he was a long-time resident of Moreno Valley, CA and San Bernardino, CA. He leaves to mourn him his Read Obituary
Tim and I were in the Air Force together at George Air Force Base. Tim was always trying to teach me and others how to hit a golf-ball correctly and not looking up before we hit the ball. He really tried but it did not work for me, I still look up...can't teach some old dogs a new trick. I will truly miss Tim..my brother. Norman Pat Patterson
Tim was a very special person to me and our Ladies golf. I also had the chance to work at San Bernardino Golf Club and when he found out he had cancer I tried to lift him up by drawing little cartoons so his day would be filled with joy. I will and I know the ladies will miss him dearly.
Goodbye my friend
Joyce
I was so sorry to hear of Tim's passing, but in his memory I would like to relate a favorite story about him.
Ron Fly, Tim and I (Tom English) played golf at the Goat Hill golf course on Tim's birthday a few years ago. We were standing on the tee on a short uphill par four when Ron announced that it was Tim's birthday. Tim said he was 74 and I told him I couldn't believe it because I told him he didn't look anything like 74. He thanked me and we all had a laugh and congratulated him on having another birthday. Then I said to Tim that even though he didn't look 74 now, I could remember when he did! All of us laughed again and then it was time to tee off. Tim hit a perfect drive that soared into the air and faded slightly to the right landing only 40 yards short of the green. The drive was perfect! The shot was rolling slightly uphill, then curved a bit left and then appeared to slow down at which time it began to pick up speed. Rolling and bouncing back down the hill continually turning left, Tim's perfect drive headed straight towards the left out-of-bounds boundary, only 60 yards from the tee box. With one final bounce the ball disappeared into the the bushes on the left and across an access road that ran down the left side of this crazy golf hole.
The three of us had yelled instructions for the ball to stop rolling off the course, but that ball was not well versed in golf speak. Half amazed at the outcome and half entertained, all of us laughed at the result. (Frightened may have been accurate because we were all faced with teeing another shot and wondering how we could possibly keep a ball in the fairway if Tim's perfect drive wouldn't stay on the course.)
The entire day was a repeat of incidents on the course that reflected great shots ending badly. Goat Hill ate our lunch, but provided one of my favorite memories with Tim because we laughed all day at each other's misfortune and occasional really great shot. At the end of the day Ron and I jumped in Ron's Cruiser and followed Tim to the beach where he had parked his motorhome.
Tim prepared hot dogs-spicy dogs and beer. Tim knew what beer was the best and he and I always tried to steer Ron away from the Dark Side because he drank Coors Lite. We knew just how sad that was. I believe it was at this camp site that I met Sherman Knowles. Tim was the perfect host. He provided enough beer and hot dogs for the entire golfing party. This was the end to a perfect day and still remains one of my favorite memories of Tim. We laughed all day and shared each other's company in an awesome setting while telling jokes and jabbing each other until it was time to go. Perfect!
