Birth date: Aug 15, 1939 Death date: Sep 30, 2012
Vincent William Caster, age 73, a resident of Fall River, Kansas passed away Sunday, September 30, 2012 at Via Christi St. Francis in Wichita, Kansas, with his family by his side. He was born on August 15, 1939 in Decatur County, Read Obituary
Vince Caster was a friend and coworker for many years. He was a man who never had anything bad to say about anyone or any situation. When and if bad things came his way he would just shrug and work though the issue with a smile on his face and a kind work for everyone. He will be missed. My thought and prayers go out to his family who have been part of my extentended family for many many years.
I never had the pleasure to know Vince, but my daughter, Courtney worked with him and she was very fond of him. He was a kind and gentle mentor to her while she worked at Mountain Resorts. Our deepest and most heartfelt sympathy to your family from ours. Cathy Lowther and family
I had the pleasure of working with Vince for many years in the maintenance department at Mountain Resorts. I was young and he was a great mentor, not only in learning maintenance but just his overall view on things. I just read his obituary in the Steamboat Pilot and laughed out loud at his favorite saying. I have a few of my own I would like to share with you all.
I would say, "Damn Vince you're handy." He would say "About as handy as a pocket in your underwear."
He would teach me a new trade and I would ask him, "Do you think this is good enough?"
"Good enough for the girls I go with."
You are loved Vince and I for one, I have missed you since you left Mountain Resorts.
I hope everyone knows what a great man Vince was and we shall always have our memories of him.
My love to the family during this time.
Sincerely,
Courtney Lowther
In the early 1950's, we lived in Idaho, and Vincent came to visit. Vincent and my brothers were playing Monopoly and my mom made them let me play, too. (I was probably in the first grade). Of course, those big boys did not want little sister to play with them and did everything possible to get me out of the game first. Vincent, with those incrediably long arms of his, would reach under the card table and steal my money. It did not take long for me to run out of money and leave the game. Those boys kept that game going for three days. I don't know who won, but they sure had a lot of fun.
A few years later, we were living in Denver and Vincent was a guest. My folks were not home that night. Some stranger knocked on the door, and I would not let those people in because I didn't know who they were. It was a good thing Vincent was there, because he knew who they were and let them in. I would have left my Aunt Evelyn and Uncle Gene standing on the door step until my parents came home.
Vincent's cousin, Jean Gilbert Noah
