Bernard D. “Skip” Weber Jr.

Where do I start? Mike (Bell) from Washington here. Our adventures (or misadventures) were amazing. The three nephews piling into a Vega, which Vega was dependent on the year, to hit McDonald’s, Kmart and Baskin Robbins. Be it in Evanston area or Washington. Skip and I were the captain and first mate of Mary’s version of Titanic. The only canoe out of all 12 or so to run aground (literally dragging the canoe across the rocks by hand) taking a shortcut on the Kankakee river. Mary vowed never to get into a watercraft with either of us again. And yes, after nearly 40 years, I did forget the lunches. But the entire group made it on trail mix from our boat. And at Great America, rolling up your window and your jar of Nibblers on the cup holder over the window fell out and broke on the pavement. Before you could get to it the seagulls stole most of them. And the time, again at Great America, leaving the van running the entire time the group was in the park. After a hot and humid day it was refreshing; even if it was snowing in the van. When Barney the Blazer came along you actually let your nephews on the PA speaker on the CB. “YOU ARE OVERDRAWN”; at the cash machine. Playing showtunes on it across the country heading to the Gulf states. My parents in the van thinking they were being followed by a circus float. BBQs in the yards in Evanston with the whole family, able to see the smoke for blocks. All such good times.Move forward a couple years. Acapulco. Not the place. The hotel. Atlantic city. The nice waitress built like a Sumo wrestler who smashed your salad in the bowl like a hydraulic press. And detouring to find T Shirts with pockets on them. Or frightening your passengers on Mackinac Island on the buggy. “Hit it Big John” still instills fear in all who were there. You just don’t say that to a horse the size of a locomotive with your family in it’s wagon.You left Mary and I at an abandoned fruit stand somewhere in New England to watch for the other Bells as we got separated. Weird things in the woods and we never did find them that afternoon. They said we got lost. So many fun adventures and funnier stories and these just barely scratch the surface.Going to miss you but have lots of great memories. And no, THEY GOT LOST. We didn’t

Although it is impossible for us to be there for Skip's funeral, be assured we will be there in spirit with thoughts and prayers for Skip and his family, especially his amazing mother.

Please accept our deepest condolences for your family's loss.