Keith F. Lea

PLOVER, Wis. – Keith F. Lea, 90, the family of Keith F. Lea, beloved father, grandfather, and great grandfather announced his unexpected passing on Sunday, Nov. 3, 2013. Keith was born in Amherst, Wis., on Jan. 31, 1923, to Earl and Jessie Lea. He served in the Navy during World War II, rising to rank of lieutenant junior grade.

Later while attending Central State Teachers College in Stevens Point (now UW-Stevens Point), he met and married the love of his life, Evelyn Mae Markwardt. She preceded him in death in 2007. They had two children together, Mark (Mimi), Lake Mills, Wis., and Marsha (Steve Morrison), Washington DC. Keith worked for the Milwaukee Sentinel for many years, worked for the Stevens Point School District and was director of library technology services at UW-Stevens Point, retiring in 1986. Keith was a proud graduate of Central State Teachers College and Indiana University at Bloomington.

After retirement, Keith and Evie moved to Plover, Wis., spending the winter months in Kerrville, Texas. During their retirement they enjoyed traveling to the British Isles, Europe, and most of the United States.

Keith enjoyed many intellectual pursuits and was a seasoned world traveler. He frequently entertained friends and family alike with stories from his vast knowledge on many different subjects. He enjoyed being involved in the lives of his three grandchildren and three great-grandchildren. Keith was a long time member of Frame Memorial Presbyterian Church, and was active in the local Lions Club.

In lieu of flowers, memorials may be sent in Keith’s name to the Evelyn M and Keith F Lea Memorial Scholarship in the School of Education at UW-Stevens Point. Telephone (715) 346-2040.

The family is planning a memorial service at Frame Memorial Presbyterian Church in Stevens Point on Saturday, March 29, 2014, starting at 2 p.m. Further details at a later date.

“Sunset and evening star

And one clear call for me!

And may there be no moaning of the bar,

When I put out to sea.

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,

Too full for sound and foam,

When that which drew from out of the boundless deep

Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,

And after that the dark!

And may there be no sadness of farewell,

When I embark.

For though from out our bourne of Time and Place

The flood may bear me far,

I hope to see my Pilot face to face

When I have crossed the bar. “

Alfred Lord Tennyson