Kenneth Edward Hill, Jr.
January 3, 1937 ~ May 1, 2019
KENNETH EDWARD HILL, JR. “KEN” of Gainesville, VA, passed away on May 1, 2019, after a long battle with Parkinson’s disease. Ken is survived by his wife of 55 years, Barbara. He is also survived by his son and daughter-in-law, Thomas and Gabriella Hill; daughter and son-in-law, Karen and Steven Shipe; and 4 grandchildren: Matthew and Daniel Hill; and Ryan and Megan Shipe. He also leaves behind his sister, Linda (Hill) Vesho, and sister and brother-in-law, Linda and John McGovern.
Ken was a graduate of Yale University, where he received his B.A. in History and a graduate of George Washington University where he received his MBA. He also served proudly in the U.S. Navy. His career included 25 years at IBM as well as running his own business as an income tax preparer.
Ken loved his church and serving the community. He also loved sports and helped coach his children’s teams during their school years.
A memorial service will be held at Church of the Good Shepherd, 2351 Hunter Mill Rd., Vienna, VA on Thursday, May 16, 2019 at 2:00pm, followed by a private interment at Quantico National Cemetery at a later date. In lieu of flowers, contributions may be made to the Parkinson’s Foundation of the National Capital Area or the Michael J. Fox Foundation for Parkinson’s Research. Online condolences and fond memories may be offered to the family at www.moneyandking.com
Ken was a graduate of Yale University, where he received his B.A. in History and a graduate of George Washington University where he received his MBA. He also served proudly in the U.S. Navy. His career included 25 years at IBM as well as running his own business as an income tax preparer.
Ken loved his church and serving the community. He also loved sports and helped coach his children’s teams during their school years.
A memorial service will be held at Church of the Good Shepherd, 2351 Hunter Mill Rd., Vienna, VA on Thursday, May 16, 2019 at 2:00pm, followed by a private interment at Quantico National Cemetery at a later date. In lieu of flowers, contributions may be made to the Parkinson’s Foundation of the National Capital Area or the Michael J. Fox Foundation for Parkinson’s Research. Online condolences and fond memories may be offered to the family at www.moneyandking.com
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I’m sorry to hear about the loss of your loved one. When someone we love dies, it’s natural to want to see that person again. God promises us that He will comfort us in our trials if we go to him in prayer. 2 Corinthians 1:3 calls him the God of all comfort. I’d like to share with y’all this link that shows 12 steps on coping with grief that is good for sharing. I have personally found this very comforting and I hope y’all do as well. https://www.jw.org/finder?wtlocale=E&docid=102018086&srcid=share
I’m sorry for your loss. While words fail to express the pain of losing a loved one, we look forward to the time when words will fail to express the joy of seeing them again. John 5:28,29.
Tom- Andrea and I are sorry to hear of your father’s passing. Please know your family is in our thoughts and prayers. -“Skeebo”
Ken was a longtime, dear friend of mine. We both were from Windsor, CT, day students at Loomis Chaffee School in the class of 1955, and history majors at Yale in the class of 1959. While at Loomis, he and I played intramural football on the same team during our freshman year. A member of the Loomis Press Club (rising to become the club’s president in his senior year), he also wrote a weekly column containing Loomis news for the local newspaper in Windsor, The News-Weekly. Ken was also the consistent, schoolwide winner of Time magazine’s Current Events Test, which was given annually at Loomis-Chaffee. Ken was a very smart and inquisitive fellow who also had a warm and engaging personality. He was the kind of guy that just made people feel better, no matter how low they might have sunk that day. I was with him at a Loomis basketball game one afternoon in our freshman year when he left the game early after learning that his father had just died, suddenly. Ken and I cried with one another while we talked on the phone that evening, just as I am crying now at the thought of Ken’s passing. The last time I was with Ken was when we met recently at the Georgetown stadium to watch the Yale-Georgetown football game together. Tom Burns, also from Windsor and also a Loomis-Chaffee student (class of 1958), had driven Ken to the game and the three of us sat together in the stands. I treasure the animated wrinkles on Ken’s face that day as he laughed and smiled when we reminisced about the old days. Rest in peace, Ken, old friend!!!!
Tom, I am sorry to learn of your father’s passing. I offer you my thoughts, prayers and well-wishes during this most difficult time. Be well. Harvey Hauptman
Dear Tom and family, we’re keeping you all in our thoughts and prayers during this challenging time. Keep Faith and your loving memories close to heart. Sorry for the loss of your loved one.
Sending our love to you all, and wishing we could be there in person to celebrate Ken’s life. Know we continue to pray for Barbara, Karen and Tom and their families as they go through this difficult time. Love Linda and John, Jeanne and Jim
I first met Ken in 1994. Barbara and Mary Jo knew each other at St. Mark Church and we found out that Ken did tax work. I called Ken and as we talked I learned that he would be willing to prepare the guardianship report that we needed each year for our son. Thus started for well over a decade a relationship where Ken and I worked together on that report. The first 2 years were rough going including a tense meeting we had with the court officials. After that we settled into a smooth routine that lasted until he ended his practice. It is impossible to say how much Ken’s quiet and professional approach removed the stress from our lives. We always think back fondly on how much he helped our family through some very difficult times. Gary and Mary Jo Rasmussen
I met Ken in 1995 when Yale admitted us. We lived 15 miles from each other. He changed my life. He introduced me introduced me to women at the Chaffee School where Ken’s mother taught. I gone to a prep school elsewhere in New England. Few women in my village planned to attend college. In contrast, all the Chaffee women to attend college. It was a better dating venue for me. At college Ken impressed me with his common sense. Both of us tried out for the college newspaper. Soon, Ken decided he wanted more time for his studies and quit. I stayed on, thereby reducing my study time. I grew to know his mother, Minnie, well and his father-like mentor, “Yump”, who looked after him after his father died. I knew his sister, Linda. I felt part of their family. In summers, we occasionally drove to Lincoln, Vermont, to visit his mother’s family. We drank a little beer. chatted with his relatives, and on Sundays afternoons watched his cousin play baseball in a southern Vermont League. We went on double dates together. We often drove Ken’s venerable Chevy from New Haven to Northampton (Smith) or South Hadley (Mount Holyoke) for dates. We’d knock on the door of a dormitory and ask if someone was willing to go out with us. One Saturday morning in New Haven, we discovered that the ignition switch had broken. On that day, my job was to lie on my back on the front seat, holding a silver quarter across the ignition contacts so the engine would run. We did get to those womens colleges but I don’t remember how we got back to New Haven. After graduating, we went in different directions. Ken entered Navy OCS and was assigned to a destroyer. I took two academic gap years and then went to graduate school. We kept in contact. In 1966 my wife and I were living in the Boston area. Ken and Barbara drove from NYC to stay with us for Thanksgiving. He’s been a heavy smoker. I noticed he had given it up. If he could do it, I could and stopped that day. One evening, while I was watching NBC Nightly News television, there was Ken being interviewed about a recent political happening. His opinions made sense. I understood why the reporter has selected him. Over the next few decades when I lived in Tucson, I saw Ken and Barbara often when I visited my observatory headquarters in Charlottesville. We’d go out for lunch or dinner, or just chat in their living room. Once we drove to Quantico to visit the Marine Museum. We exchanged Emails. We kept up our friendship. I will miss Ken. He was a man of perceptive judgment, of good sense, with significant purpose, with high ethics, and an excellent sense of humor. In a way, he had also been a brother to me. May he rest in peace, and may comfort come to Barbara and his family from knowing that Ken had many friends who loved him.