William Kosar

Kosar, William (Bill) Bill was born in Yonkers, NY, on November 27, 1927 the son of the late Samuel and Teresa Kantor Kosar. He was predeceased by his brothers, Michael, John, Andrew, and Peter, and his sisters, Helen Carpenter and Ann Fairhurst, and his very close friend and Bridge buddy, Carol Sanna. Bill was educated in the Yonkers school system. He joined the Army and served stateside for 3 years. Bill left Yonkers to find his fortune, which took him to California and a career with the Union Pacific Railroad. During these years, Bill found great joy in backpacking and hiking throughout the Sierras, and also climbed Mt. Whitney. He embraced nature with its beauty, peace and tranquility. He was an active golfer, and a very successful fly fisherman. Bill also found great joy in owning and showing Weimaraner dogs. An accomplished and formidable bridge player, Bill was a member of the Duke City Bridge Club, where he had many friends. Bill played bridge several days a week and was very proud of his master point status. Bill's other interests included cooking, classical music and he was a connoisseur of fine wines. Bill is survived by several nieces and nephews: Andrew and John Kosar, of Yonkers, NY; Denis Kosar and wife Annette of Commack, NY; George S. Fairhurst and wife Julie of Wappinger Falls, NY; Mary Jane Habza and husband David Wassermann, of Southport, CT; Gail Bennett & Patricia Fairhurst of Wappinger Falls, NY, and Christine Scher and her husband, Chuck, of Jackson, N.J. He is also survived by several grand and great-grand nieces and nephews. Bill is also survived by his good friends, David and Sue Hanauer of Rio Rancho, and his beloved dog, Poco, his friend and companion. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Nature Conservancy or the ASPCA. A Gathering to pay Respects and Honor William Kosar, will be held on: Saturday, August 23, 2014 at 2 PM at the home of David and Sue Hanauer, 684 Silver Saddle Rd SE, Rio Rancho, NM 87124. For directions or more information call: 505-891-1183 Daniels Family Funeral Services 2400 Southern Blvd Rio Rancho, NM 87124 505-891-9192 A Day With Poke By Bill Kosar Poke sat close, it was his way, My Weimaraner of silvery gray. Streamside I stood, fly rod in hand, Casting the fly and watched it land. For a moment it paused, then moved on, O�er mossy rocks and trees long down. Swirling and twirling thru eddy and riffle, Nary a trout did give it a sniffle. Retrieving the line, I cast once more, Further and closer to the other shore. It floated a moment and then went under, For a trout had made its greatest blunder. Taking the fly and feeling its sting It zigged and zagged and began jumping. I fought it to shore, then released the fly And watched the rainbow swim away. My hand reached down to old Poke�s head, Eyes, not on me, but were instead Fixed on a doe, which silently stood In the cooling shade of yonder wood. Flaring nostrils drinking in our scent, A quick right turn and away she went. You�re gone now, Poke and I had to stay. Wait for me, I�ll again come your way. What a day. What a day. What a day.