Robert 'Bob' St. George was born in Springfield, MA to Marie (Adamski) St. George and Albert St. George, who lived in Chicopee, MA at the time. He had two biological brothers, Leonard (Lenny), and Marc. Bob also had a first cousin, Frank Adamski; Bob and Frank considered each other as brothers. Bob spent most of his childhood living on Vadnais Street in the Fairview section of Chicopee, attended schools in Chicopee, graduating from Chicopee Comprehensive High School and only leaving Chicopee after joining the US Marine Corps during the height of the Vietnam War. Bob volunteered for deployment to Vietnam, and after completing his tour in-country, he was stationed in the Philippines. After an honorable discharge from the Marines, he joined the Navy, and subsequently served in the Air Force Reserve until retirement. Bob worked many years for Smith and Wesson, the gun manufacturer in Springfield, MA as an armorer and a traveling weapons instructor, because he was an expert shot with handguns. He traveled all over the United States, and the world, teaching police officers how to best utilize their S&W revolvers. Bob also taught local police department armorers how to maintain, and repair the departments' weapons. He lived on Ridge Trail Road in Westfield, MA before moving to Tulsa, Oklahoma. When asked, 'Why would you move to Oklahoma?', he replied, 'Because some of the nicest people in the world live in Oklahoma.' Eventually, Bob left Tulsa, moving to a small horse ranch he owned on 181st Street in the town of Bristow, Oklahoma. While living in Bristow, he worked for the State of Oklahoma Department of Parole. He was responsible for tracking, and interacting with young offenders released from prison on parole. In addition to doing the job, he offered them life lessons helping them to understand how members of our society should behave towards one another. After selling the property in Bristow, he moved to East Aspenwood Drive in the town of Verdigris (Northeast of Tulsa) into a home very close to the original US Route 66. Bob had an innate talent for drawing and produced some wonderful art. Additionally, he was a sixteen year sober member of A.A. and helped many others suffering from the disease of alcoholism, sponsoring some people, and advising others. In his later years, Bob suffered from illnesses that developed from exposure to Agent Orange ( a chemical defoliant ) while serving in Vietnam, including Neuropathy, Cancer, and C.O.P.D. Ultimately, the local VA hospital in Claremore, Oklahoma admitted him where he succumbed to complications related to C.O.P.D. His brother, Lenny, volunteered to take charge of his affairs after he was hospitalized, easing Bob's mind considerably allowing him to release from these earthly bonds. Bob was widely admired for his common sense, intelligence, humility, advanced carpentry skills, love of animals, sense of humor, especially his ability to mimic accents, such as English Cockney, and his fierce loyalty to close friends and family. He viewed life through the lens of honor, duty, loyalty, self-reliance, and doing the right thing regardless of consequences, or what others thought. Bob was 64 years old when he died in the early morning hours of Wednesday, August 10, 2016. He died one month shy of the 100th anniversary of his father's birth. He will be missed.
Those we love don't go away.
They walk beside us every day
unseen, unheard, but always near.
Still loved, still missed and very dear.
In the rising and setting of the sun, and the early morning rain, we remember them. In the blowing of the wind, and the chill of the winter, we remember them. In the opening of the buds, the blueness of the sky, the rustle of the leaves and the blanketing of the snow, we remember them. When we are weary, feel lost, or sick at heart, or, when we feel uplifted, and when we have joys to share, we remember them. For as long as we live, they too shall live, for they are a part of us. . . . always.
"They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them." 4th stanza od a Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)
Something with which Bob would undoubtedly agree, - - - - 'Grieve not . . . nor speak of me with tears . . . but laugh and talk of me as though I were beside you. I loved you so . . . 'Twas heaven here with you.' (By Isla Paschal Richardson )
**********Invictus**********
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
BY WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY
Some of Bob's ashes were spread upon the Adamski family burial plot on the graves of his parents, and maternal grandparents, Anna (Adamski) Szczebak , and John Adamski , who are buried together in the same plot in St. Stanislaus Cemetery in Chicopee, MA.
Additionally, ashes were placed in the Agawam Veterans Cemetery on the graves of his Aunt Mary Adamski, and Uncle Tony Adamski.
GPS coordinates 42.045562 -72.621392.
Those we love don't go away.
They walk beside us every day
unseen, unheard, but always near.
Still loved, still missed and very dear.
In the rising and setting of the sun, and the early morning rain, we remember them. In the blowing of the wind, and the chill of the winter, we remember them. In the opening of the buds, the blueness of the sky, the rustle of the leaves and the blanketing of the snow, we remember them. When we are weary, feel lost, or sick at heart, or, when we feel uplifted, and when we have joys to share, we remember them. For as long as we live, they too shall live, for they are a part of us. . . . always.
"They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them." 4th stanza od a Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)
Something with which Bob would undoubtedly agree, - - - - 'Grieve not . . . nor speak of me with tears . . . but laugh and talk of me as though I were beside you. I loved you so . . . 'Twas heaven here with you.' (By Isla Paschal Richardson )
**********Invictus**********
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
BY WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY
Some of Bob's ashes were spread upon the Adamski family burial plot on the graves of his parents, and maternal grandparents, Anna (Adamski) Szczebak , and John Adamski , who are buried together in the same plot in St. Stanislaus Cemetery in Chicopee, MA.
Additionally, ashes were placed in the Agawam Veterans Cemetery on the graves of his Aunt Mary Adamski, and Uncle Tony Adamski.
GPS coordinates 42.045562 -72.621392.
Robert 'Bob' St. George was born in Springfield, MA to Marie (Adamski) St. George and Albert St. George, who lived in Chicopee, MA at the time. He had two biological brothers, Leonard (Lenny), and Marc. Bob also had a first cousin, Frank Adamski; Bob and Frank considered each other as brothers. Bob spent most of his childhood living on Vadnais Street in the Fairview section of Chicopee, attended schools in Chicopee, graduating from Chicopee Comprehensive High School and only leaving Chicopee after joining the US Marine Corps during the height of the Vietnam War. Bob volunteered for deployment to Vietnam, and after completing his tour in-country, he was stationed in the Philippines. After an honorable discharge from the Marines, he joined the Navy, and subsequently served in the Air Force Reserve until retirement. Bob worked many years for Smith and Wesson, the gun manufacturer in Springfield, MA as an armorer and a traveling weapons instructor, because he was an expert shot with handguns. He traveled all over the United States, and the world, teaching police officers how to best utilize their S&W revolvers. Bob also taught local police department armorers how to maintain, and repair the departments' weapons. He lived on Ridge Trail Road in Westfield, MA before moving to Tulsa, Oklahoma. When asked, 'Why would you move to Oklahoma?', he replied, 'Because some of the nicest people in the world live in Oklahoma.' Eventually, Bob left Tulsa, moving to a small horse ranch he owned on 181st Street in the town of Bristow, Oklahoma. While living in Bristow, he worked for the State of Oklahoma Department of Parole. He was responsible for tracking, and interacting with young offenders released from prison on parole. In addition to doing the job, he offered them life lessons helping them to understand how members of our society should behave towards one another. After selling the property in Bristow, he moved to East Aspenwood Drive in the town of Verdigris (Northeast of Tulsa) into a home very close to the original US Route 66. Bob had an innate talent for drawing and produced some wonderful art. Additionally, he was a sixteen year sober member of A.A. and helped many others suffering from the disease of alcoholism, sponsoring some people, and advising others. In his later years, Bob suffered from illnesses that developed from exposure to Agent Orange ( a chemical defoliant ) while serving in Vietnam, including Neuropathy, Cancer, and C.O.P.D. Ultimately, the local VA hospital in Claremore, Oklahoma admitted him where he succumbed to complications related to C.O.P.D. His brother, Lenny, volunteered to take charge of his affairs after he was hospitalized, easing Bob's mind considerably allowing him to release from these earthly bonds. Bob was widely admired for his common sense, intelligence, humility, advanced carpentry skills, love of animals, sense of humor, especially his ability to mimic accents, such as English Cockney, and his fierce loyalty to close friends and family. He viewed life through the lens of honor, duty, loyalty, self-reliance, and doing the right thing regardless of consequences, or what others thought. Bob was 64 years old when he died in the early morning hours of Wednesday, August 10, 2016. He died one month shy of the 100th anniversary of his father's birth. He will be missed.
Those we love don't go away.
They walk beside us every day
unseen, unheard, but always near.
Still loved, still missed and very dear.
In the rising and setting of the sun, and the early morning rain, we remember them. In the blowing of the wind, and the chill of the winter, we remember them. In the opening of the buds, the blueness of the sky, the rustle of the leaves and the blanketing of the snow, we remember them. When we are weary, feel lost, or sick at heart, or, when we feel uplifted, and when we have joys to share, we remember them. For as long as we live, they too shall live, for they are a part of us. . . . always.
"They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them." 4th stanza od a Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)
Something with which Bob would undoubtedly agree, - - - - 'Grieve not . . . nor speak of me with tears . . . but laugh and talk of me as though I were beside you. I loved you so . . . 'Twas heaven here with you.' (By Isla Paschal Richardson )
**********Invictus**********
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
BY WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY
Some of Bob's ashes were spread upon the Adamski family burial plot on the graves of his parents, and maternal grandparents, Anna (Adamski) Szczebak , and John Adamski , who are buried together in the same plot in St. Stanislaus Cemetery in Chicopee, MA.
Additionally, ashes were placed in the Agawam Veterans Cemetery on the graves of his Aunt Mary Adamski, and Uncle Tony Adamski.
GPS coordinates 42.045562 -72.621392.
Those we love don't go away.
They walk beside us every day
unseen, unheard, but always near.
Still loved, still missed and very dear.
In the rising and setting of the sun, and the early morning rain, we remember them. In the blowing of the wind, and the chill of the winter, we remember them. In the opening of the buds, the blueness of the sky, the rustle of the leaves and the blanketing of the snow, we remember them. When we are weary, feel lost, or sick at heart, or, when we feel uplifted, and when we have joys to share, we remember them. For as long as we live, they too shall live, for they are a part of us. . . . always.
"They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them." 4th stanza od a Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)
Something with which Bob would undoubtedly agree, - - - - 'Grieve not . . . nor speak of me with tears . . . but laugh and talk of me as though I were beside you. I loved you so . . . 'Twas heaven here with you.' (By Isla Paschal Richardson )
**********Invictus**********
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
BY WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY
Some of Bob's ashes were spread upon the Adamski family burial plot on the graves of his parents, and maternal grandparents, Anna (Adamski) Szczebak , and John Adamski , who are buried together in the same plot in St. Stanislaus Cemetery in Chicopee, MA.
Additionally, ashes were placed in the Agawam Veterans Cemetery on the graves of his Aunt Mary Adamski, and Uncle Tony Adamski.
GPS coordinates 42.045562 -72.621392.
