The one and only Butterfly Bill in action: passing the hat at Dinner Circle. His was the most unusual Magic Hat dance ever. Every time I saw him in the Magic Hat parade, I laughed. I never could figure out if he was acting or being himself when he did it, but it doesn't really matter. Bill did it his way and his way enriched us all. Just thinking about it now, I'm laughing and crying. Such a good feeling, eating dinner with my friends and laughing. I love you Bill. Safe Journeys and Happy Trails.
For those who didn't know, Bill kept meticulous notes on his gathering experiences and wrote them down in books for all to read. You can check them out on his
website as well as read many of his more detailed posts from the olden days of the internet when we used to post to a Usenet group called alt.gathering.rainbow (which you can now find on Google Groups). He was also an accomplished musician and one of the core Info Crew at the Annual 4th of July gatherings. He also served as a Magic Hat Banker many a time and probably did 100 other things.
Update added 2/28/15 (as copied from Facebook).
Howdy
… Butterfly Bill's sister, Susan Knox has shared transcripts of two
eulogies given at Bill's wake at his church in Muskogee, Oklahoma,
February 14, 2015
Bob Wickizer's eulogy, minister at Grace Episcopal Church …
Andy
Warhol once remarked that “In the future everyone will be world famous
for fifteen minutes.” You may not know this but Bill had his fifteen
minutes early in his career when as a young man serving in the army and
stationed in Okinawa Japan Bob Hope visited the troops for a
performance. His sister was watching the live broadcast when the camera
panned across a grinning, bearded young man standing right next to Bob
Hope. It was Bill.
Our baptismal prayer gives us a
good summary of Bill’s faith where for each person baptized we ask God
to“Give him an inquiring and discerning heart, the courage to will and
to persevere, a spirit to know and to love you, and the gift of joy and
wonder in all your works.”
That early TV shot of Bill
gives us an insight into Bill the iconoclast. I don’t know how he
managed to maintain a beard while serving in the army but I do know that
he seemed to enjoy the attention of being on camera anywhere. You will
find photographs of Bill standing behind the bishop during the ground
breaking ceremony here at Grace. You can find photographs of Bill with
his musical instruments at the Renaissance Festival. You can find
images of Bill on various websites. By his very choice of clothing and
demeanor he demanded that you think about what God has created. And it
is all good.
In our modern world of excess and striving
after vainglory Bill carved a different path. He lived simply. That
may sound like an ultimate compliment like comparing someone to Walden
or Thoreau, but the reality of simple living can be quite different. It
meant that he was often hungry. I cannot tell you the number of times I
stood at the end of the buffet line after church when he took the last
piece of chicken just ahead of me. While that was momentarily annoying
for me, it was actually a good spiritual exercise. I needed to subsume
my own desires for my parish. I needed to recognize that Bill was in
need of protein a lot more than I was. And I needed to give him the
greater glory. These are the vows that I made as a priest and Bill
helped remind me of some truly important things.
Bill
adopted the nickname“Butterfly Bill” because at one of his famous
Rainbow gatherings, he emerged from a sleeping bag one morning wearing
his trademark colorful clothes and a friend observed that he looked like
a butterfly emerging from its cocoon.
Across North
America the Monarch butterfly migrates 2,500 miles every year to warmer
climates. While we all know the classic stages of eggs, caterpillar,
chrysalis, butterfly those stages may be appropriate metaphors for our
own journey from birth to death to life again. You should know that the
week Bill died, his sister watched two Monarchs emerge from their
cocoons. We are here today with confidence that Bill is one of those
beautiful spirits forever glorifying the Creator and resting in eternal
light.
___________________________
Sue Knox's eulogy, Bill's sister …
Memorial for William Smyth Hirsch
March 23, 1947 – February 10, 2015
By Susan Hirsch Knox
Presented at Bill’s memorial service Feb.14, 2015 at Grace Episcopal Church, Muscogee, OK
Good afternoon. I’m Sue Knox, Bill’s older sister. Thank you for coming
to celebrate the life of an extraordinary man, Bill Hirsch. You all
have been Bill’s family for the last 10 years and I also want to thank
you for that. B ill was a very special man with a brilliant mind and
immense talent, especially in music. He sang, could play any instrument
and composed music. Everywhere he lived he was involved with music; in
Austin, it was a Tejano salsa group, in Virginia, bluegrass, here, the
church choir and the Renaissance Faire.
I
want to tell you about Bill’s original family which may add some insight
to Bill as an adult. Our father was a physician. When we were all born
he was in the Navy. We moved a lot when we were young until 1950 when he
retired from the Navy and we moved to Albuquerque, New Mexico, where we
all grew up. There Dad was involved primarily with nuclear research.
Dad was also a talented musician and artist. Mom had two master’s
degrees, the first in chemistry and the second in Speech Therapy. She
also had a doctorate in Special Education. They had four children.
Fred was the oldest and shared our father’s and Bill’s artistic and
musical talents. He graduated from the Chicago Art Institute. Our house
was full of musical instruments from piano to clarinets, French horns,
and sousaphones. Fred worked as a computer analyst in Los Alamos, NM
until he died in his 50’s.
I’m second. I
received a BFA from the University of New Mexico. Following college, I
joined the Peace Corps and went to Arequipa, Peru where I worked in a
school for children with disabilities. I met my husband, Bob in Peru and
we got married there 50 years ago. When we returned to California where
Bob grew up, I got a master’s degree and later a PhD in Occupational
Therapy. I am a pediatric occupational therapist and I am retired from
the clinic but I do a lot of continuing education for therapists. I sang
in choirs rather than play an instrument and I am also an artist and
craftsperson, particularly in the areas of ceramics and jewelry.
The next to come is Peter. He was diagnosed with classic autism when he
was 3. After his birth, things changed and a lot of the family emphasis
was on him as there were limited opportunities for training and
education. My parents were fierce advocates for children with
disabilities and started programs for these children wherever we lived.
Peter has very limited speech but he also is a talented artist and
craftsman and is savant in many ways. He works for Stride,making and
packaging markers and pens. He lives in a group home (which was our
family’s home) in Albuquerque.
Last, but
certainly not least is Bill. After high school he joined the Navy and
was stationed in Okinawa as an electronics technician. Following the
Navy he went to the University of New Mexico. It took him 10 years off
and on to get a general studies degree. If he didn’t like a class he
would drop it and take another. During that time he worked a variety of
jobs mainly in restaurants.When he was 31 he left home in his VW van to
find places he enjoyed and whatever work he could get. He traveled
around the country, living out of his van or truck, doing day labor and
construction work for 22 years before settling in Lawrence, KS. Bill has
written that he prefers this kind of work over more permanent
employment because it gives him freedom, he doesn't have to compete or
supervise, and the value is in a “job well done”. He also wrote that
doing something he “loves” should not be connected with making money. He
stated,”If I want to do what I really love, I’ll be more able to do it
if I do it only for love. I’ll obtain money by doing things that may
tire my body, but don’t exhaust my spirit.” Bill bought his home here in
2004 and he spent the last 10 years fixing it up and what he has done
is quality work.
As I said in the
beginning, Bill was an extraordinary man. His interests were eclectic
and he had an extensive library of books about everything from World War
II to different religions and cultures. He spoke and read many
languages,most self-taught, such as Latin, Greek, German, Japanese, and
most recent Arabic. As you know, he was a cross dresser, because he felt
most comfortable in women’s clothes. He said it gave him more freedom
and he liked the feel of dresses. He even liked panty hose, which is
something I and many other women hate.
Bill’s family loves were three: First, this church and its choir and
it’s acceptance of him and his lifestyle. Second, the Renaissance family
where he played the Celtic harp and penny whistle. Third, the Rainbow
family. He has been to the Rainbow gatherings since the 60’s and has
written two books about them. Bill is known as Butterfly Bill (his
rainbow name). He got the name when he was emerging from his sleeping
bag in his tie dye shirt and a friend stated that he looked like a
butterfly emerging from its cocoon. The Rainbows let him emerge and
develop into the extraordinary man he was and this church and the
Renaissance Faire have given him opportunities to thrive. And that I
thank you for from the bottom of my heart.
