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In this site you’ll find an introduction to the group and our interest in woodcarving, a blog about our monthly projects, some photos of our work and a guestbook which we hope you will sign so we can see who’s dropped by. In this site you’ll find an [./about_me.shtml introduction] to the group and our interest in woodcarving, a [./blog.shtml blog] about our monthly projects, some [./photographs.shtml photos] of our work and a [./guestbook.shtml guestbook] which we hope you will sign so we can see who’s dropped by. Submit Cancel

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We are sad to say good bye to a master carver and good friend BOB WILLIAMSON. You will be missed. When I Am Gone, don't search too hard and you will find me. Walk among the wildflowers in the spring, feel my presence, I will be there. Listen to the bird's song in dawn's early morn, that's my song too. Sit by the stream on a summer's day, listen to the rippling water you will hear my voice speaking words of love. When the wind fills the sail and you race across the lake, that was my smile in the wrinkle of the canvas. Don't fret if you missed it, I will be there another day. When you walk among autumn leaves, look close, that's my pallet of colors. Look to the sky, on a cold winter morning, listen to the haunting call of the wild goose, I will be there. When you stroll through the tall pines, listen for my foot steps, For I have come home. William R. "Bob" Williamson 1919-2009 We are sad to say good bye to a master carver and good friend BOB WILLIAMSON. You will be missed. When I Am Gone, don't search too hard and you will find me. Walk among the wildflowers in the spring, feel my presence, I will be there. Listen to the bird's song in dawn's early morn, that's my song too. Sit by the stream on a summer's day, listen to the rippling water you will hear my voice speaking words of love. When the wind fills the sail and you race across the lake, that was my smile in the wrinkle of the canvas. Don't fret if you missed it, I will be there another day. When you walk among autumn leaves, look close, that's my pallet of colors. Look to the sky, on a cold winter morning, listen to the haunting call of the wild goose, I will be there. When you stroll through the tall pines, listen for my foot steps, For I have come home. William R. "Bob" Williamson 1919-2009 Submit Cancel