Stanley Gordon Cook

Cook, Stanley G.
“Johnny Coy”
Appleton

Beloved husband, father, and grandfather, passed away unexpectedly on Thursday, August 26, 2004. He was born on December 18, 1920 in Waseca, Minnesota the son of the late Charles T. and Laura (Miller) Cook. On July 28, 1951 he married Doris M. Laverdiere in Lake Linden, Michigan and enjoyed 49 years together. She passed away on September 20, 2000. He was employed as a radio Broadcaster for 29 years at WHDF in Michigan, WAPL in Appleton, WAGO in Oshkosh, and WNAM in Neenah. He also was employed by Presto Products for 18 1/2 years and retired on April 13, 1989. He volunteered with Junior Achievement, Make a Wish Foundation, American Industrial Society of Security, and the Social Rec Committee of Presto Products.
Stan will be sadly missed by his two daughters Gail A. Cook , Mary Lynn (Dennis) Wilz, and his pride and joy a granddaughter Christy L. Wilz “Bug” all of Appleton. Stan is also survived by his brother Charles T. Cook of Seattle, Washington, and several nieces and nephews. He was preceded in death by his parents, his step father Ernest Hodges, and by three sisters Alice Burmeister, Lenore Genge, and Lorraine Bass. He will also be missed by his adopted son Tom J. Schaefer, close friend Bill Vender Velden, his McDonald Breakfast Club, his Presto friends, Ridgeview Highland Apt. friends, and many other friends.
A funeral service will be conducted on Monday, August 30, 2004 at 11:00 AM at First United Methodist Church on Franklin and Drew Streets in Appleton with the Rev. Kent Ingram and Rev. Jane Voight officiating. Interment will take place at St. Mary Cemetery in Appleton. Friends may call at the Wichmann Funeral Home on Sunday from 4-8 PM, and on Monday at the church from 10:00 AM until the time of the service. In lieu of flowers, a memorial fund is being established.
Stan’s daughters would like to thank Drs. Robert S. Fox, Robert Nonn, Robert L. Wilson, Louis Suarez, and their staffs; and his First United Methodist Church Family.
Papa,
You'll always be in my heart, and I'll always hear your voice telling me "Two thumbs up and make me proud!" No one could lift spirits the way you did, Grandpa. And no one was ever as kind or unselfish, either. Everybody knew that. Not just me.
It makes me smile to remember how I was always your special "date" for Presto parties, how you'd change your Christmas candy recipes to suit my taste, and how you drove around with my initials and nickname on your license plates.
I'm going to miss you, Papa, and will cherish the things you taught me. And when times get tough, I'll once more hear you singing "Que Sera Sera" — for surely whatever will be, will be, and the future's not ours to see.
I love you,
Christy