On the day that Bob came into this world, his father made a simple entry in the daily journal: "Baby born."
He was the third of four boys and enjoyed the company of an adopted sister Georgia. He attended the Etna Village School, riding a horse to school in the morning and walking home in the afternoon--the horse being allowed to find its own way home.
Bob and Ruth wed in 1940 and started their married life raising Ruth's orphaned niece and nephew. In time they would have four children of their own.
Bob worked at Dartmouth College as a painter, and while he was there he earned his GED. As much as anything, Bob is remembered for his love of deer hunting, fishing, and especially of training cattle. He also loved to teach people how to dowse.
He and Ruth were founders of the Hanover Center Old Timers Fair and ran the cattle pull for many years. They owned the old "Chan Bombard" place on Trescott Road.
They celebrated their 65th wedding anniversary on a beautiful June afternoon in front of their home, surrounded by children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, nieces, nephews, and many friends. Their door was always open with Bob extending a warm invitation of "come over!"
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~~~A Simple Ode to Bob~~~
He was born not far from here;
1916, that was the year.
Son of Sammet and of May,
He grew up the Etna way.
He roamed the hills, both far and wide;
Friends and family by his side.
Hunt and fish, and all the rest--
If you ask me, he was the best.
He was a man and a friend always.
He loved his Ruth all of his days.
He didn't care if you had no dough;
He'd lend a hand in rain or snow.
Now his clock is all wound down,
And there's no key that can be found.
If when we die, we go somewhere,
I bet we'll find him rambling there.
He was the third of four boys and enjoyed the company of an adopted sister Georgia. He attended the Etna Village School, riding a horse to school in the morning and walking home in the afternoon--the horse being allowed to find its own way home.
Bob and Ruth wed in 1940 and started their married life raising Ruth's orphaned niece and nephew. In time they would have four children of their own.
Bob worked at Dartmouth College as a painter, and while he was there he earned his GED. As much as anything, Bob is remembered for his love of deer hunting, fishing, and especially of training cattle. He also loved to teach people how to dowse.
He and Ruth were founders of the Hanover Center Old Timers Fair and ran the cattle pull for many years. They owned the old "Chan Bombard" place on Trescott Road.
They celebrated their 65th wedding anniversary on a beautiful June afternoon in front of their home, surrounded by children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, nieces, nephews, and many friends. Their door was always open with Bob extending a warm invitation of "come over!"
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~~~A Simple Ode to Bob~~~
He was born not far from here;
1916, that was the year.
Son of Sammet and of May,
He grew up the Etna way.
He roamed the hills, both far and wide;
Friends and family by his side.
Hunt and fish, and all the rest--
If you ask me, he was the best.
He was a man and a friend always.
He loved his Ruth all of his days.
He didn't care if you had no dough;
He'd lend a hand in rain or snow.
Now his clock is all wound down,
And there's no key that can be found.
If when we die, we go somewhere,
I bet we'll find him rambling there.
On the day that Bob came into this world, his father made a simple entry in the daily journal: "Baby born."
He was the third of four boys and enjoyed the company of an adopted sister Georgia. He attended the Etna Village School, riding a horse to school in the morning and walking home in the afternoon--the horse being allowed to find its own way home.
Bob and Ruth wed in 1940 and started their married life raising Ruth's orphaned niece and nephew. In time they would have four children of their own.
Bob worked at Dartmouth College as a painter, and while he was there he earned his GED. As much as anything, Bob is remembered for his love of deer hunting, fishing, and especially of training cattle. He also loved to teach people how to dowse.
He and Ruth were founders of the Hanover Center Old Timers Fair and ran the cattle pull for many years. They owned the old "Chan Bombard" place on Trescott Road.
They celebrated their 65th wedding anniversary on a beautiful June afternoon in front of their home, surrounded by children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, nieces, nephews, and many friends. Their door was always open with Bob extending a warm invitation of "come over!"
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~~~A Simple Ode to Bob~~~
He was born not far from here;
1916, that was the year.
Son of Sammet and of May,
He grew up the Etna way.
He roamed the hills, both far and wide;
Friends and family by his side.
Hunt and fish, and all the rest--
If you ask me, he was the best.
He was a man and a friend always.
He loved his Ruth all of his days.
He didn't care if you had no dough;
He'd lend a hand in rain or snow.
Now his clock is all wound down,
And there's no key that can be found.
If when we die, we go somewhere,
I bet we'll find him rambling there.
He was the third of four boys and enjoyed the company of an adopted sister Georgia. He attended the Etna Village School, riding a horse to school in the morning and walking home in the afternoon--the horse being allowed to find its own way home.
Bob and Ruth wed in 1940 and started their married life raising Ruth's orphaned niece and nephew. In time they would have four children of their own.
Bob worked at Dartmouth College as a painter, and while he was there he earned his GED. As much as anything, Bob is remembered for his love of deer hunting, fishing, and especially of training cattle. He also loved to teach people how to dowse.
He and Ruth were founders of the Hanover Center Old Timers Fair and ran the cattle pull for many years. They owned the old "Chan Bombard" place on Trescott Road.
They celebrated their 65th wedding anniversary on a beautiful June afternoon in front of their home, surrounded by children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, nieces, nephews, and many friends. Their door was always open with Bob extending a warm invitation of "come over!"
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~~~A Simple Ode to Bob~~~
He was born not far from here;
1916, that was the year.
Son of Sammet and of May,
He grew up the Etna way.
He roamed the hills, both far and wide;
Friends and family by his side.
Hunt and fish, and all the rest--
If you ask me, he was the best.
He was a man and a friend always.
He loved his Ruth all of his days.
He didn't care if you had no dough;
He'd lend a hand in rain or snow.
Now his clock is all wound down,
And there's no key that can be found.
If when we die, we go somewhere,
I bet we'll find him rambling there.
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