Dear Mrs. Hulka, Paul, & Nancy,
Please accept my deep condolences. Tom & I were in the same class for 6 whole years at Bluffton school, although those years seemed to last several decades! I was in afternoon kindergarten with Ms. Wampler (Eric Anderson's Aunt), and I don't remember Tom in there so he must have been in the morning class with Mrs. Hammond. And after those formative years at lovely Bluffton, on to Bunker & MHS.
It's heart-warming to think of Tom's passion for trucks his entire childhood and beyond. Other kids liked this & that and it changed at the drop of a hat, but Tom loved trucks and saw everything through the eyes of a truck driver. In 4th grade we all made a mural of our favorite wintertime activity and Tom's, of course, was an impressively detailed snowplow. I still marvel at his talent and knowledge of trucks even at that young age. Beyond MHS, plenty of student were lost on what do to with their lives; Tom knew! - and it was wonderful to see him driving trucks, as he had always aimed to do!
There is another childhood memory that I've though of many time regarding "thinking out of the box." Mary Porter's mother came to our 3rd grade class to demonstrate how to make bread. She explained & mixed all the ingredients, ending by putting the raw loaf into a pretend oven, and removing a fully-baked loaf. Tom's question was totally logical: "But how do you put the crust on?!"
The last time I talked to Tom was at a class reunion at Mona Lake Boat Club, quite a few years back. He was a handsome man, and had that wonderful deep voice, and the polite sincerity and earnestness that he had as a child too. I enjoyed looking through your family photos of Tom, and seeing Tom again as that young boy; thank you for sharing them.
Most Sincerely,
Kara Olson, Beach Street.