William Scott Lane

April 10th, 1945 - August 17th, 2006

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In a town full of strangers and tourists, of ghosts and memories Scott was a tie to my past. He validated my memory when life was young and carefree...just another adventure around the bend in the road or the next new face.

Settling in Scott's chair, chatting about this and that, exchanging info of family, friends and other townies who had moved away was "coming home" in the truest sense. It was validating a shared memory, of a shared past way back when, of belonging again.

And that is just the way it was last Tuesday. I stopped by the shop to ask if I could get on the "docket." Scott said hello turning to his book. How about11:30? I will be here I said. And I was. And it was the last time.

As always the hair cut was good. The conversation was better. The parting hand shakes and hugs were the best.

Peace be with you, brother; rest easy.

Cecil Sisson

cecil sisson

Dear Cody and family, I imagine one always thinks of the good in someone when they are here no longer. Your dad had a way of looking at you with those baby blues that said he was really interested in seeing you and hearing every word you said but he also had quite a qnack for talking to my handicapped son Michael and making him feel like he was so very very special. Thank you Scott for your kindness and love and prayers to you Cody, your family and everone who loved Scott. Terry

Terry Morehead Hill

Though I moved away from South Haven many years ago, Scott was one of the people in town to whom I was never a stranger. On the wall of his barbershop, Scott had a picture of the local National Guard unit, Troop A, 106th Cavalry, in which Scott's father (Bill) and my grandfather (Frank Warner) served for many years. That picture always was the subject of considerable conversation as Scott would cut my hair. He was ever friendly and entertaining and was a living link to a well-remembered past. I am very sorry to hear of Scott's passing and offer my sincere sympathy to his family.

John Hinz

To those who knew and cared about Scott:

I first met Scott when I started in fifth grade at Lincoln School having just moved and transferred from a school in Chicago. I remember the tow-haired kid who used to leave school and run to his home across the street from school.
Throughout the school years and into high school, first at Central School and then L.C. Mohr, Scott was generally in one class or another with me.

Though we generally only saw each other at reunion events once I left high school, I never encountered a stranger when we met or ran into each other in town.

Scott was always a "true-blue" individual with a "good heart, a ready smile and warm greeting" No half-hearted personality here.

He'll be missed!

A fellow classmate; if not a friend.

Warner Baxter

Warner Baxter

Scott's funeral today was attended by at least 200 people, a fitting tribute to the father, the soldier, the barber and the friend to all that he was. Many got up to share moving stories of Scott, including a wonderful contribution by his good friend and mine, Harry Kohn.

The best part was contributed by Scott himself, when his wife Kimberly read a paper she had found that Scott had written about what it meant to him to be a soldier. There wasn't a dry eye in the room. Scott's story took us on a joruney where we the listners became the soldier as we heard words of empathy, compassion, fear, duty and honor, brotherhood and love of country. These were eloquent words written with feelings of one who continued to pay his dues long after the battle. A Pulitizer prize winning author could not have delivered a better message. Scott Lane is a true American patriot, and I will forever remember that gift he gave to us today.

And now the time has come my friend, for you and I to part, but you'll still remain aglow my friend, deep inside my heart.

Roger Horton

Roger Horton

Cody, I am sorry I could not make it to the funeral for your father. As very young kids, I was always told Scott was my cousin. I came to believe that we were really related, only to be disappointed to find out we were not. Later in high school and when Scott was in the service, we called each other brother and sister. He would write letters to me asking me to keep an eye on his girlfriend! Which of course I did. Even though I could not make it to the visitation nor the funeral, I was with you and your family in spirit. Your father will be greatly missed. He was a great person one you can be proud of.

Diane Kelley Ford