Dick was a kind, generous, and caring man. I know he will be greatly missed by so many. Sending my love and condolences to all of his family and friends.

Mr. Hoyle (as I always called him) was like a second father to Ann and I growing up. When he and my father got together you could always count on some strenuous activity; swimming, water skiing, 1-2-3 off the raft, mountain climbing, white water canoeing, cutting down a tree, could be anything.
In some ways a paradox he could be the analytical engineer, carefully planning an annex and then building it, equally likely to leap off a bridge into a river or plunge a canoe down rapids without scouting.
Even hide and seek became a full contact sport with Mr. Hoyle and my dad running it. We played it at night, and it involved running at full speed among the trees to the goal, another tree, what could possibly go wrong?
Ever the competitor it was badminton where he demonstrated his fierce spirit, doubling with my dad. In their prime they won the majority of their games, and even as they began to slow down, no game was won against them without great effort, copious sweating, and often an injury of some sort…….badminton, seriously!?!
I miss those badminton games.
I miss charging through the woods for that tree.
I miss Mr. Hoyle’s piercing whistle that meant his kids had to come home and Ann and I had to go to ours.
I miss Mr. Hoyle.

To all the Hoyle family

I am so sorry to hear about the passing of your dad. I have many great memories of all of you and having great fun at Wilson lake, sailing swimming, and mostly playing badminton! We were all blessed greatly growing up on such a beautiful lake and making so many camp friends. ??