John William (Bill) Hines
December 23, 1919 – March 5, 2013
John William Hines (Bill), age 93, born in Florence, SC, December 23, 1919, passed away March 5, 2013, in Cary, NC. He was preceded in death by sister Mildred, brother Manley, and is survived by his wife of 68 years, Julia Reade Hines (Peggy), four children, John W. Hines JR (Anne, H.), Thomas R. Hines (Inez, E.), Julia H. Mills (A. Scott), Robert M. Hines (Sharon S.); eight grandchildren John, David, Thomas, Andrew, Zachary, Geoffrey, Brian, Matthew, and three great-grandchildren.
Following Florence High School graduation, Mr. Hines went to Washington, DC, first as a Congressional Page and later worked processing reconnaissance photos for the US Department of Agriculture. He then volunteered for WWII service becoming a US Navy Pilot in the South Pacific. At The University of Georgia, he earned an LL.B summa cum laude and Phi Beta Kappa Society membership. In 1948, Mr. Hines joined the FBI and was admitted to the U. S. Supreme Court Bar on March 18, 1963. After 29 years as an FBI Special Agent, he retired to Cary, NC. There, he enjoyed extensive golf throughout the Southeast and time with family and friends.
Services will be held at 2:00 pm on March 9th at St. Paul’s Episcopal Church Memorial Garden, 221 Union St., Cary.
Arrangements are by Brown-Wynne Funeral Home, 200 Southeast Maynard Rd, Cary, NC, 27511.
In lieu of flowers donations may be made in Bill’s name to Hospice of Wake County and to St. Paul’s Episcopal Church Memorial Fund.
- Memorial Service Saturday, March 9, 2013
John William (Bill) Hines
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March 16, 2013
“Nice guys don't win ball games.” Never really knew why he said that.
I will say this, he's the smartest of us all - retired at 57 and never said yes-sir again.
Born in 1919, this is a guy who reached the age of general awareness in the Great Depression. A cheese sandwich for lunch meant two pieces of bread with a 4-square of cheese cut-up and dispersed to the corners so there'd be a spec of cheese in each bite. Get the soap meant grab his Mother's old stockings with the soap bits collected in the toes and squeeze some out for the hands.
To be sure, his family wasn't poor. There was the one birthday he received a BB gun. His brother, Uncle Manley, chased him up a tree whereupon Manley tried to pull him out but got shot in the finger instead. Pop and Manley both later recalled Mother Hines' wrath but Pop didn't seem regret the action.
Pop was always connected to the right people and gathered some pretty great opportunities. To escape Florence, he garnered an appointment as a Congressional Page in the US House of Representatives. To escape the WWII draft and get a good mission, he leveraged Congressional connections he made as a Page. Pragmatically he reasoned the US Navy == clean sheets every night.
From there he ended up a WWII patrol pilot in the South Pacific where danger sprung from all sources. Expected, there was the flight of Japanese Zeros surrounding his plane laughing and pointing. All he could figure was they were returning from a mission and were out of ammo. Then there was the night patrol where they took off in nice weather and ran into a surprise typhoon. After flying backwards for hours, they finally broke through the clouds long enough to confirm by star-sighting they were thousands of miles off course. Finally, there was the busted oil pump stranding him on Howland Island just a few years after Amelia Earhart missed it. By the time his flight reached the island, they were flying on one overheated engine 50 feet off the water - at night! The incident is on wikipedia. He always said every day since then has been borrowed time.
Returning to his new wife in Athens, GA, Pop tested out of most of his undergraduate studies and rode the GI bill thru Law School Phi Beta Kappa, summa cum laude. He challenged each of us to beat that but I have to say his daughter is the only one who came close. Here's where his dedication to family starts to shine through where he pursued a “safe career” as an FBI Special Agent rather than a commercial airline pilot. Most of us see danger but he saw awesome benefits and retirement.
His so-called safe career never led him to draw his gun and fire - I'm guessing he was that smart and a little lucky given his long-term section lead assignment in Newark, NJ basically running down interstate smuggling by the New Jersey mob. He was once following leads to capture a shipment of mercury. They succeeded but learned something about the periodic table. When they found the 18-wheeler and opened the back they expected it to look like a shipment of untaxed cigarettes - stacked floor to ceiling. Rather, all they saw was a handful of half-filled gallon jugs on the floor. Mercury is that heavy in volume.
Pop took a long-term assignment in FBI headquarters where I grew up. By this time he had his eyes firmly set on early retirement and passed up sweet assignments that would have positioned him to run a large field office as SAC, Special Agent in Charge. I asked him about these decisions a number of times in a number of ways. Basically, he didn't want us to grow up vagabond kids moving from city to city getting into trouble.
In his time, he made sure each of his kids had the opportunity to earn a college degree, learn to work a summer job, and gain practical around-the-house skills. I know he and I had the usual teenager rebellion fights as I suspect he did with all of his kids.
In the end, we each became educated, stayed out of jail, and have been lucky enough to have great families of our own. So, I'd say this is his one mistake. Seems that nice guys do win the ball games that count.
Thanks Pop. We love you.
March 9, 2013
Dear Peggy, John, Tom, Julia and Robert.....
Have you read the poem The Dash? follow the link below to read this poem.
Sid and I are proud to be part of Bill's Dash....he
was a remarkable man and will be missed...
Sending love and hugs
Mason and Sid
Joy and Jimmy Gaspard
March 7, 2013
We both know what it is to loose a father, however, what a blessing it was for you to have him in your life for such a long time. Our thoughts and prayers are with you and your family at this time and always. May your memories comfort you through life!
March 7, 2013
Our thoughts and prayers are with you.
Annabelle & Bill