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    Eulogy for U.S. Cleveland --  4/28/05 – By Lindsey Williams

U.S. Cleveland was my best friend – and the best friend of Charlotte County.  A gentleman of the old South – courteous and obliging to everyone.  

He never met a person he didn’t like. And vice-versa. The American Legion chaplain sums it up best -- U.S. never said “no.”

U.S., as he insisted on being called, had a wry sense of humor. When asked for assistance, he would reply – with a smile – “What can I do you for?”

He was generous with his time, energy and wallet -- and his extensive library of photographs, books and historical documents. He described himself as a “confirmed pack rat.”

U.S. was a fountain of information for the Methodist Church, Kiwanis Club and the history societies he served in leadership positions.

Reporters loved him. His memory for names and events was phenomenal.  He never hesitated to loan his materials for publication or display. That’s how we met 22 years ago.  In the ensuing years, we collaborated on two books.

As assistant postmaster at Punta Gorda, he enjoyed presenting mail to customers who picked up their letters before there was home delivery.   

He helped the Postal Service lay out the home numbering system. Even in his advanced years, he could tell you who lived at what street number in the “good old days.”

His avocation was scoutmaster for the original Punta Gorda Boy Scout troop 5. Most weekends he led his scouts on long hikes or over-night campouts.

He was proud of his service in the U.S. Army during World War II. He was drafted into the Signal Corps as a radio operator, graduated from Officers Training School as a lieutenant in charge of one-third of a top-secret broadcasting program code-named Bodyguard.

Its purpose was to deceive Nazis about the D-Day invasion into Europe. General Dwight Eisenhower later declared Operation Bodyguard saved the Normandy Landing.

Throughout the rest of his life, U.S. donated his technical skills to providing public-event sound systems -- notably the International Air Show.

U.S. was promoted to Major in the Army Reserve Corps, and was a stalwart of the Punta Gorda American Legion post.

When I was asked to “say a few words” about our mutual friend – a request I could not resist extending – I chose to share with you a poem by Sam Walter Foss aptly describing him:

The House by the Side of the Road

    THERE are hermit souls that live withdrawn
    In the place of their self-content;
    There are souls like stars, that dwell apart,
    In a fellowless firmament;
    There are pioneer souls that blaze the paths
    Where highways never ran-
    But let me live by the side of the road
    And be a friend to man.

     

    Let me live in a house by the side of the road
    Where the race of men go by-
    The men who are good and the men who are bad,
    As good and as bad as I.
    I would not sit in the scorner's seat
    Nor hurl the cynic's ban-
    Let me live in a house by the side of the road
    And be a friend to man.

     

    I see from my house by the side of the road
    By the side of the highway of life,
    The men who press with the ardor of hope,
    The men who are faint with the strife,
    But I turn not away from their smiles and tears,
    Both parts of an infinite plan-
    Let me live in a house by the side of the road
    And be a friend to man.

     

    I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead,
    And mountains of wearisome height;
    That the road passes on through the long afternoon
    And stretches away to the night.
    And still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice
    And weep with the strangers that moan,
    Nor live in my house by the side of the road
    Like a man who dwells alone.

     

    Let me live in my house by the side of the road,
    Where the race of men go by-
    They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong,
    Wise, foolish - so am I.
    Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat,
    Or hurl the cynic's ban?
    Let me live in my house by the side of the road
    And be a friend to man.

     

    Sam Walter Foss

 

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