William Seth Pryor
Bill Pryor, 82, husband of the late Frances M. Pryor, passed away on Monday, September 8, 2025 at St. Lukes Hospital surrounded by loved ones. Born in Brooklyn, he was the son of Irving and Henryette Pryor. A short time after graduating from Michigan State with a degree in Chemistry, he joined his father working in the family business, SOS Products in East Greenville, PA. Bill loved life, spending time outdoors enjoying nature, swimming, playing the guitar, dancing, creating art, including stain glass and metal welding, and writing poetry. He was an avid swimmer, swimming almost every day during his retirement. He lived life on his own terms. Art, poetry, business and engineering were just a small part of such a great man. He will be deeply missed. Bill leaves behind memories to be cherished by his family and friends.
He is survived by two daughters Elizabeth Gill (Tim) and Monica Stec (Jim), three granddaughters, Jennifer, Kristen and Stephanie, one grandson, Matthew and three great granddaughters, Victoria, Samantha and Olivia. Bill is also survived by his sister Leslie Matray, a niece Shari, a nephew Ross, great nieces and loving cousins.
Services will be held on Friday, September 19, 2025 at 11:00 AM at Morrell Funeral Home, 124 West Philadelphia Ave, Boyertown, PA 19512. Family and friends will be recieved from 10Am to 11AM. Burial services will be on Saturday, September 20, 2025 at 10:00 AM at Resurrection Cemetery, 5201 Hulmeville Rd, Bensalem, PA 19020
In lieu of flowers, the family and loved ones would appreciate that a plant, tree or flower be planted in his memory.
He was a man of wisdom. We shared thought and business dicisions.
Loved helping him with his real estate portfolio and property managing.
We talked for hours.
Till we meet again 🙏
My cousin Bill was a caring and wonderful man. I will always cherish the memories of our conversations.
Cousin Bill was a caring wonderful man.
I will always remember our conversations about his many interests.
I grew up with Bill and Fran as my neighbors in Perkiomenville and they were both a huge part of my life growing up. They were regulars at our home and I remember them always stopping by for holidays and our Fourth of July parties.
Countless hours of my childhood were spent playing across the street in Bill’s 20 acres of woods that his farmhouse sat on. I explored every inch of his property, climbing his cherry blossom tree, catching minnows in the creek, taking my dogs for walks, and picking the daffodils that lined his big field (until my parents yelled at me and then I never picked them again!)
Bill was always encouraging me to listen to music and create art. He once walked into my house, picked up my newly strung guitar, tuned it, and then taught me a couple chords of a Beatles song. He was always asking to see my drawings and paintings, and he let me repaint his Walden sign that hung on his property in front of his farmhouse when I was in high school. We had an endless supply of SOS hand soap that I used to clean my hands of oil paints and turpentine; I remember it smelling like oranges.
He was such an incredibly generous man, often bringing pizza or treats to our house on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon. I remember him showing up and gifting my dad power tools as a thank you for taking care of his property and he’d always slip me a $10 or $20 from his pocket before he left and tell me not to tell my parents. I once forgot my book for English Lit at school over winter break and I called him to ask if I could go into his house to see if he had a copy of it. I walked in and Of Mice and Men was sitting right there on the shelf when I opened the door like it was waiting for me.
He had a tractor that had to be 40 years old and it would always break, but I knew when I heard it start up from across the street that he’d be paying us a visit that afternoon. When my brother got old enough, he mowed the field with that same tractor. Without fail, it wouldn’t start or would break halfway through and Bill would say that he could fix it—he always did, but then it would break again!
I remember the winter the barn fell down in a big snowstorm and buried his Cadillac. He and my dad cleared out the inside of the barn and made piles of all his antiques and collectibles in the field. A neighborhood kid sneaked on his property and stole an anvil from the pile. I remember him raising holy hell to get it back. He didn’t care about anything else in the pile except for that anvil.
Sadly, I don’t know the last time I saw Bill. Once I graduated college in 2004, I moved away from Perkiomenville and even further away from Allentown. I drove past my old house and his farmhouse in 2017 and there were new houses being built. I believe the farmhouse was demolished shortly after stopping by, but I recall a bit of sadness that everything looked so different from how I had remembered it. Sometimes I wish you could stop time and bottle it up.
Bill was a wonderful man and friend to me, my brother and mom, and most importantly my father. He was forever loyal to my dad and truly the brother he never had. He will be greatly missed. My condolences to his family and friends, many of whom my family and I had met over the years.
Ken and I lived across from Fran and bill for 20 years. Ken spoke to Bill once a week for years. When he could not get an answer to his phone calls Ken looked at obituaries and found Bills. We are so sad. He was a great friend. Can someone call us so we can see what happened. Bill will be sorely missed. 484 354 3837
Thank you for sharing. I am Bill’s step daughter, Monica. Fran was my mom.