Obituary of William A. Ware

Bill Ware was born in San Francisco, CA on March 13, 1962 and passed away suddenly on June 21, 2012 in Mountain View, CA. Bill lived most of his early life in the East Foothills area of San Jose, moving to Mountain View with his bride Barbara in 1990. He was employed by various companies throughout his life. Among them were the Olivera Egg Ranch in San Jose; the VA Hospital in Palo Alto; Office Depot in San Jose; and Jiffy Lube in Mountain View, Santa Clara, and Sunnyvale. He also volunteered at Sacred Heart Community Service in San Jose; and at the Mountain View Art and Wine Festival. Bill loved talking to people and would do so without hesitation. He took a real interest in people, and loved getting to know them. He was always on the go, and enjoyed keeping busy. Bill was preceded in death by his mother Nora Ware. Bill is survived by his loving wife Barbara, his father William Ware of Asheville, NC; his brother Jim and Jim's wife Helen of Placerville, CA; his sister Heather (Ware) Bogle and her husband Rich of Astoria, OR; and brother Scot and Scot's wife Leslie of Vancouver, WA. Bill is also survived by his Mother-in-Law Anna Zavala, Sisters-in Law Margie Ingermanson and Angela Johnson and Brothers-in Law David Ingermanson and Brian Johnson, all from Paso Robles, CA. Bill is also survived by: Nieces Dolores Marquez and Amanda Garcia of San Jose, CA; Breanne Johnson of Paso Robles, CA; Jamie Eichel, Amanda Silva, Sarina Ewing, and Jessie Eichel of Vancouver, WA; Brooke Johnson-Bonilla of Newport, OR; and Nephews Jason Ware, Jed and Jestin Eichel of Vancouver, WA; Brandon Ingermanson, Josh and Jacob Johnson of Paso Robles, CA; and Jeremiah Mendez of San Jose, CA. Bill is also survived by his uncle Jim Butcher and Jim's extended family of Stockbridge GA, and Uncle Tim Butcher of Atlanta, GA. A Celebration of Life service will be held at the Spangler Mortuary located at 799 Castro Street, Mountain View, on Thursday June 28 at 6 PM. A memorial fund to help with expenses is being set up. ----- Bill, often with his wife Barbara, rode transit. Bill rode transit anywhere and everywhere. He loved it. In the corner of his front room, he had transit schedules for probably every route that VTA runs. He would take a 3-hour bus ride, each way, to save a dollar on a haircut. I would hear from people that I worked with or knew socially in various parts of the region and in different circles and when describing Bill; many would say, "He's your brother? I know him, and then they would recount a story of some interaction they had had with him. Many of the bus drivers knew him. On more than one occasion, when he was graduating from one of the various programs that he participated in, there would be a bus driver there to celebrate the day with him. If you ride or have ridden public transit with any regularity, you may have met Bill. He didn't limit himself to just local transit. He would catch a Greyhound to King City or a plane to Portland without hesitation to visit his family. The Mountain View Police Department Officers knew him because he would talk to them when they had time or he would wave to them when they went by. Bill could remember numbers, names, and the cars related to people like no one you have ever met. If he knew your birthday, he would call you and wish you a happy birthday, sometimes a month early, but he would call you. He would quiz me about how someone was doing that he had met once 20 or more years earlier. He would ask about the status of my Army buddies that came by our mom's house in the early '80's. He would pick up oil filters at garage sales for my vehicles because he knew by the number what filter each of my vehicles took from his time at Jiffy Lube. After seeing the movie Rainman, I had the bright idea of trying to teach Bill to play Blackjack so we could go to Reno and break a couple of Casinos. Bill's numbers ability didn't quite go into that area so I just ended up playing cards with my brother for several hours. However, later I did buy him a computer with Blackjack on it and showed him how to play in case he ever blossomed out in that area. One of my coworkers from the City of San Jose lived near where Bill grew up in the east foothills and called him the Mayor of Cragmont Street. He mowed many of the lawns, helped people doing home repairs or gardening; and he carried things for the older residents all along the street. Bill was a devoted husband. He always considered what his wife Barbara's wants and needs were and would ask for her advice when needed to make a decision that affected them. HE was a devoted uncle, doting over his various nieces and nephews. He loved the Dallas Cowboys. His niece Dolores would get weekly calls during the season to discuss the scores and upcoming opponents. He would gloss over any demonstrated shortcomings the team showed the previous week and just look forward to the next game. He would also call other family members to trash talk the Niners or Raiders and explain to us why the Cowboys were better. He went to work faithfully when he had a job. He would spend hours riding transit or waiting for buses or walking in the heat, cold, rain, or whatever to get to work, on time, everyday. If you ever ate eggs from the Olivera Egg Ranch in the '80's or shopped at Office Depot off Trimble and 101 in the 90's, Bill was there and contributing to that product being there for you. If you had your oil changed at one of several Jiffy Lube stores along El Camino between Santa Clara and Mountain View up until about 2005, you were likely to have met Bill. Bill was proud of working. He'd wear his Jiffy Lube shirt everywhere or would proudly show you his ID card that he wore on a lanyard from the Salvation Army or Food Bank or from wherever else he was working or volunteering. Bill volunteered at various programs and events in the community like the Mountain View Art and Wine Festival. Combining his work and volunteering activities on that fateful day, Bill was waiting at the bus stop to go to his job at a local food bank to package up food boxes for those less fortunate than he was. Bill liked people. He would talk to anyone, at any time, anywhere, about anything. Bill was a simple man. He didn't need a lot to make his way in the world. He had challenges his entire life but they didn't stop him from living his life to the fullest, just the way he wanted to. Jim and Helen Ware Placerville, CA




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