Timothy P. Soule

Timothy Paul Soule, 66, of Route 100 in West Wardsboro, died at his home on June 17, 2025. He was born in Westwood, Massachusetts on August 23rd, 1958, to Evelyn and Donald Soule, who survive him. He is also survived by his wife, Kimberly, his daughters Melissa and Zoe, and his sons-in-law, Patrick and Ryan.

Tim built the world around him. He was born and bred a carpenter in a long line of carpenters, and his business, his house, and anything else worthwhile (in his book) were shaped with his own two hands. Those who knew him will be unsurprised to learn that on the morning of his passing, a pile of driftwood adorned his front yard, awaiting a future project. He had stolen it from a beaver dam on Grout Pond. What can we say? He was an admirer of their work.

Tim built his life and his family in Vermont, first visiting the area in his childhood and then returning as a proud ski bum in 1979. He happened upon a cute undergrad in Deacon's Den in 1981, and the two moved to West Wardsboro permanently in 1991. His collection of old ski passes documents the birth of his daughters in 1993 and 1996, proudly held up in their onesies in front of the Mount Snow banner. Though he appreciated an adventure, from hiking the Appalachian Trail to backpacking through Europe, he was delighted to become a "Vermont hermit" as he aged. In these unsettled times, he was deeply proud of our brave little state.

Tim built an awe-inspiring music collection, one of his many passions, and could be found listening to the perfect song for the moment day or night. He loved live concerts, and taught his children to dance to a beat using The Who's "Baba O'Riley" and Big Audio Dynamite's "E = MC2". With an encyclopedic knowledge of the strange little dirt roads of Southern Vermont, he loved nothing more than taking the long way home with an album or 93.9 The River for company.

Tim built beauty. A true artist at heart, he found magic all around him and was forever collecting antiques, mushrooms, stones, and always, always, interesting bits of wood. He attended the Boston School of the Museum of Fine Arts for two years, eventually dropping out because there were "too many rules". Carpentry became his main medium, although he continued to enjoy making and consuming visual art of all kinds. A rabid perfectionist, his home was his life's work, referred to simply as "the sanctuary". He taught his friends and family to pay attention to the world around them, and to always look for the interesting, odd, horrific, and beautiful in equal measure.

Tim built a family. As a proud Mayflower descendant, he appreciated his roots, but was also unafraid of charting his own paths, values, and beliefs. He lead by example, and loved as he did most things - fiercely.

Tim was a builder in the truest sense of the word, and we will continue building in his honor.

En lieu of flowers, the family suggests the following:

Political support: https://secure.actblue.com/donate/vsaanxietyrelief?refcode=web-funds-hero

Cultural support: Support a local artist, craftsman, musician, etc. as often as you can.