Bill was my mentor during my year at Johns Hopkins University in 1993/94. It is hard to put into words what this meant to me. It was my first time in the U.S., and he and his wife played a huge role in making me feel welcome. He helped with many small things that really are not small if you are new to a country. We talked about all sorts of things, he took me to a fishing trip and a baseball match, where he patiently explained the rules (the Orioles lost nonetheless). When I went back to Germany, he was the last person that I talked to (apart from airline staff). From the bottom of my heart: it was good to meet you!

I graduated in 1984. He was always nice to me even when I got into trouble; which was several times. GOD rest his soul.

We will always remember how Mr. Bill welcomed us to the neighborhood before we even had our home built. He took our family hiking back to the Gunpowder and gave us a history lesson while we were hiking. We had a hard time keeping up with his pace. He was such an inspiration that we decided to move across the street. Mr. Bill and Mrs. Zee have always been wonderful neighbors and friends, and we will certainly miss the conversations we had with Mr. Bill. He was so dedicated to the bay restoration and his reef ball project, and he was always busy working out in the yard. He was full of energy and never seemed to grow tired. He enjoyed his fishing trips, and he was always ready to lend a helping hand when needed. We miss you, Mr. Bill. May you rest in peace. 

I met my future wife in my junior year at Kenwood. We were high school sweethearts....madly in love. At least what two 15 year olds thought what love was. We would hook school to be together. I will never forget Mr. Hubbard coming to our classes the next day. Sitting us both in his office in front of him. "You two are like Romeo and Juliet, when one is absent I can look down the days absentee list and there is the other. Exclamation point...."It never fails!" He would make us call our parents and tell them we ditched school. Held us accountable. Thank you Mr. Hubbard....God Speed.

I remember Mr Huppert during my years at Kenwood. He always treated everyone with the upmost respect. He was always looking out for the good in all of the students. I especially remember when he would ride his bike through the hallways trying to catch those who were hooking class.  He will be truly missed. Be proud of your dad he was a class act. 

Also my assistant principal at Kenwood High School class of 78, Mr Huppert always treated students with dignity and respect while demanding the same in return. He always had a smile on his face, he always took the time to greet everyone, and always had a positive word to say. Of my entire schooling from 1st through my college years, Mr. Huppert is who I speak of and remember most. I only remember meeting his wife but, I’m sure his family is very proud of the man he was and I’m sure they hold his same values. 

This was our senior swim party at Essex Community College in 1978..... 🙂

As my vice principal at Kenwood High School from 1975-1978, I always enjoyed interacting with Mr Huppert . Fondly remembered for riding his bike around the campus , looking for students who were doing things they maybe ought to have not been doing , he was always my favorite. I had a dealing with his wife about a year ago and during our conversation I ask her to if possible have him stop by my store to say hello and wanted to invite him to our 40th HS reunion that was upcoming. I’m sorry to hear of his passing and would like to offer condolences and prayers from myself and fellow classmates from Kenwood High School class of 1978 , R.I.P. MR Huppert.....

My deepest Sympathy goes to the entire family.
I knew Mr. Huppert back in his Middle River Junior High days. He was so kind, fair and friendly to all. And then I went to Overlea and was pleasantly surprised to find him there. It is hard to describe how highly thought of; respected; and such a pleasant person for everyone in the school. He was a one of a kind special person. I feel honored and blessed to have known him. And I shall always treasure his remarks in my Yearbook, in 1965, when I graduated:
"Something nice- Something nice- We'll miss your smiling face and cheerful disposition.  William G. Huppert."
May God grant you all the strength, wisdom, health, and courage to get through the difficult time ahead.  Sylvia Pulliam Lackey.

Me. Huppert, AKA, Silver Fox, One of the nicest Gentleman I’ve ever known. The Best Vice Principal Overlea High School ever had. He was truly there for all the Students, did his job well, was a great listener , a great Chaperone for our trip to New York, had a fabulous sense of humor, was an outstanding  citizen in the community, and most of all, a man of dignity and grace. 
  He will always have a special place in my heart as well as others, and I’m sure of that. 
  RIP Mr. Huppert! 💕

I remember Mr. Huppert as vice-principal of Overlea High School. Such a positive and encouraging man. My senior year, when the tennis coach became ill, he took over the task of coaching -- I am sure when he already had too many other duties. He helped give me confidence that term.

Part 3: daddy educated us
Daddy was a consummate teacher and he never tired of learning. He taught his kids and grandkids to swim, fish, ride a bike, ice skate, camp, swing a tennis racket, eat crabs. The joys of his later years were his four grandchildren: Will, Peter and Maria Volck, and Leah (Huppert) Glace. He was delighted to attend 4 high school graduations, 2 weddings, a quincanera, and countless soccer, football and volleyball games with them. He plied them with advice, love, attention, books, raffle tickets, and more advice. 
Daddy taught us to love the earth, to recycle and compost, to give to conservation charities. Recently, he was reading a book about a nomadic group in Mongolia. He read the National Geographic every month, and told me about an app for my phone to help me identify trees by their leaves. When I hear spring peepers, I remember he made me listen for them in the woods. When I spot a bird, or a fish- I remember his delight teaching me to identify them. 
Daddy loved oysters. Not just preserving them in the Bay- but eating them: cooked, grilled or especially raw. He tried to get all of us to like them. Dad also had a sweet tooth (or maybe 32 sweet teeth). He said his best birthday lunch ever was raw oysters, brownies, and ice cream (served in that order on his 92nd birthday, while in rehab).
Some people already know this: Daddy really liked to give advice. He loved company, and phone calls, especially with his family and grandkids. He loved to talk, and to give advice. He loved stories, and old songs, and he always had an opinion or two. And he wasn’t afraid to share his opinions, advice, and arguments. He was pretty sure that you wanted to hear them anyway.   
Love Jill


Part 2: Dad the conservationist
After retirement, Dad increased his conservation efforts. He was passionate about improving the Chesapeake Bay. As a member of the Maryland Saltwater Sports Fisherman’s Association, (MSSA) he started a scholarship foundation in 1992. Funded by the donations he raised, the scholarship was awarded to students who were pursuing higher education in ecology, conservation or marine biology.  The scholarship started with a modest $1000 award in 1995, and in 2018 awarded $35,000. The scholarship was named in his honor in 2016. Although the MSSA has had financial difficulties, the Scholarship Foundation is an independent 501c3 organization that will continue in his honor. 

On a trip to Florida with his beloved cousin Andrew Mandjuris, Bill heard about “reefballs” – a way to provide surfaces for oyster spat to grow. We think this is around 2002 (when he was 76!) Pretty soon, he was building concrete reefballs in the backyard, in the church parking lot, with the Boy Scouts and school groups- you name it. At last he settled into a routine with the Maryland Artificial Reef Initiative (a collaboration between the Maryland DNR and the Chesapeake Bay Foundation). Daddy’s work is honored on an exhibit Marshy Point Nature Center on the Gunpowder.  In honor of his long commitment to the bay, the DNR has designated part of the Memorial Stadium reef off of Tolchester as “Bill Huppert Reef.” (you can visit at these Coordinates: 39° 12' 26.700" N, 76° 18' 27.600" W) The Bay is so much cleaner than I remember from my childhood!
love jill


Dear World, (part 1)
I’m so proud of my dad. He had an amazing life and has been an inspiration to many.
Dad grew up in East Baltimore (that’s Hahlandtown, hon), first on Lehigh street then on Baltimore Street. In 1936 his dad (Hubs) bought a house on Antietam road, on the Middle River, which became “The Shore.” The house (without heat or indoor plumbing), a pier, and rowboat cost $700, and changed my dad, aunt and uncles from city kids into watermen/women). Summer weekends with family at The Shore became a tradition that has lasted over 3 generations, and has cemented us over the years.
Dad was a proud graduate of Patterson High school (1944) and served in the US Navy during world war II (1944-46), where he learned to play basketball and load airplanes, and never saw the water. (listen to his memories here: https://archive.storycorps.org/interviews/__trashed-663/) He attended the University of Maryland on the GI bill, and played 1 year of basketball for the Terps. He loved sports and teaching, so became a physical education teacher. In 32 years with the Baltimore county school system, he worked at Kenwood, Stemmers Run, Overlea, Randallstown, and Perry Hall. He promoted outdoor education, and helped to develop Camp Genara, a piece of farmland owned by the Teacher’s Association of Baltimore County. He took us there to plant trees, build privies, and ice-skate on the pond. As vice principal, he was known as “the Grey Ghost”, a disciplinarian who patrolled the school on his bike, but also took part in school musicals and organized Outward Bound trips.  Some students called him “Uncle Bill.”


The world has lost one of her angels on earth.  I remember Mr. Huppert always.  As a Vice Principle, he was always fair and just.  He attended our reunions.  He had a never ending memory of me and my brothers and sisters.  He was always there and full of great conversation and wisdom.  He had a great sense of humor.  I always loved his smile because he made me smile.  God bless you   May God send His angels to minister to his family at this time.  The world was left a better place by his example.  

OBITUARIO

William George Huppert

14 enero, 1926 – 2 julio, 2018

Schimunek Funeral Home

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