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Charlie Soule Obituary, 80

April 9, 2014 6:40 am Category: Barnard, News, Obituaries 1 Comment A+ / A-

A memorial celebration of Life for Charlie Soule, who died April 5 will be held on July 19 at Hyacinth House, 61 Academy Circle, South Woodstock from noon until 4 p.m. All family and friends wishing to attend will be welcome.

LAKE WALES, Fla. — Charlie Soule, 80, passed away on Friday, April 5, 2014 from complications following heart surgery.
He was born in Barnard on Nov. 19, 1933 son of Mary Jane Jillson Soule and Frank P. Soule.
He attended Woodstock High School, and is remembered for his excellent abilities on the football field. He was an active member of the United States Marine Corps from 1953 to 1956, serving in Korea during that time.
He returned to work in the Woodstock area for many years, also serving as an active member of the volunteer Woodstock Fire Department, part of that time as Assistant Chief. He also, with his wife and his in-laws, Sharon and Peter Hall, owned and ran “Pete & Bill’s” grocery store for several years. After relocating to Lake Wales, Fla. Charlie worked as a mason, and then operated his own lawn service for “snowbird” friends and neighbors in Saddlebag Lake Resort, where he resided.
He is survived by his wife of 31 years, Patricia Hall Soule; his former wife, Jane Pinney Soule; one brother, William (Joy) Soule; three sons, Frank (Kelly) Soule, Glenn Soule, Rick (Debby) Parks; and two daughters, Calista (Tom) Brennan and Jennifer Salk (David) Ehrich; eight grandchildren, Jason Brooker, Amanda Soule, Kaleigh Soule, Austin Soule, Benton Soule, Ashtin Soule, Lilly Parks and Jack Parks; and numerous close cousin, nieces and nephews.
Charlie was predeceased by his parents; one sister, Almeda Novotny; and two brothers, Damon Jillson and Walter Soule.
Charlie Soule was a proud member of The American Legion Post 0024 in Woodstock, the VFW Post 2420 in Lake Wales, Fla., The Loyal Order of the Moose Pekin Ill. Lodge 916 and was a life member of the Hartford Lodge 1541 of the Benevolent and Protective Order of Elks. He enjoyed playing his own brand of left-handed golf, and especially loved to fish in the lakes surrounding Lake Wales with his good friend and fishing buddy Dick, and sharing the resulting ‘fish fry’s’ with all his friends. He was known in Saddlebag as “The Mayor of Woodruff Way.” He will be missed.
If anyone wishes to honor Charlie in any way, memorial contributions could be made to the Woodstock Fire Department, Woodstock, 05091, or any charity of your choosing.
Memories can be shared with any of his family at any time and will be greatly appreciated. Condolences may be sent to the family at
This obituary first appeared in the April 10, 2014 print edition of the Vermont Standard.

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  • Rick Parks

    An old Vermont Soule
    I want to say a couple of words about this guy: it was in the 80′s and I was visiting my hometown in New England sometime in shirtsleeve weather, and I agreed to let him wake me far too early in the morning, to help split some firewood. I remember working like a dog, trying to impress the man, as my mother was so in love with him. I mean, this was a guy who, the day after winning the Vermont Lottery, was out digging ditches. This was a guy who, when Villas got a bit too ripe for the tourists, would drag him into the fire station to hose him off and get him a clean set of clothes. So I agreed to split wood with him. Perhaps he was trying to keep up with me, I’ll never know, because the man never said much.
    But just before lunch, after we had gone through a couple of cords, we moved to another woodpile closer to town, where Charlie took a moment to use the nearby store’s restroom and I took the opportunity to embrace the brilliance of the day, the crisp, unforgettable air of home, and the resonant silence as the cooling wood splitter finally allowed the birds to get a word in edgewise.
    That’s when I heard the whistle echoing across town. Now, anyone who grew up in Woodstock knows that the fire-house whistle blows at noon, and it occurred to me that it seemed a bit early for lunch and that perhaps that whistle was announcing when and where a real fire was, so that local Volunteers could head in that general direction and help their neighbors save their homes.
    That’s when Charlie burst from the store, still buckling his pants, and barked a demand at me as he leapt into his beat up old sedan; “How many?”.
    “Three!” I hollered back, as he tore out of the driveway.
    It wasn’t two minutes later that I heard the sound of the siren as the town’s main fire engine barreled up the street and passed me, now standing out on the sidewalk with an old lady and someone’s cat.
    Sure enough, there he was, grinding grimly through the old truck’s gears to help some poor souls whose lives were being turned upside down. No fanfare. Just a simple Vermonter, doing what was right. That’s the kind of guy he was. Ayup. That guy.

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