Bill Pyles was born August 31, 1923. He was raised on an 80 acre farm on the outskirts of the industrial town, Flint, Michigan, during the depression. He worked in a General Motors factory to earn money to go to college. He enrolled at Central Michigan College of Education in 1942-had a rural school teacher scholarship-joined the Navy Reserve, and in 1943 became apart of a pre-officer’s program for the Navy called V-12.

He graduated with a B.A. degree in sociology from Central Michigan in 1945, and went directly to Northwestern University in Evanston, Illinois-graduated with a degree in New Testament Interpretation from the school of theology, Garrett, in 1947, under the egis of the U.S. Navy-both on active and reserve duty.

He worked for a year as a Rail Road roust about in Chicago, studied voice at Hull House. In 1949 he became director of the Recreation Therapy department at Manteno State Hospital in Illinois, and then at Galesburg Hospital for geriatric mentally ill.

Bill has written poetry since he was school child. He has self-published his, “Tissues of Lives”, has been in several chap books, had poems in newspapers and other publications. He is a member of the art gallery BWAC in Red Hook, Brooklyn. He was part of the coop art movement on Atlantic Avenue in Brooklyn, in the 60s and 70s.

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