Douglas A. Robertson "Grandpa Doug" Age 86, died March 3 2011, Sandy, UT. Born Aug. 18, 1924, Midvale, UT.
He is survived by his loving wife and loving family.
Doug enjoyed fishing.
Funeral services will be held Saturday, March 12, at 2:00 p.m., Crescent 7th Ward, 949 East 10600 So., Sandy, where friends may call from 12:15-1:45 at the church prior to the services.
Funeral directors Aspen Funeral Services
Doug loved his grandkids and told them. He had a soft spot for any child.
Dod always did what he said he would do.
Doug was a Marine and was proud to serve our country in World War II. He never bragged of his experiences, but one of his grandsons was rewarded by a Japanese lady several years after Doug's kind acts of service.
Doug had a sister, Betty Jean and a bother Milton, who also served in the military.
Doug served in many church calling in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. He was a Sunday School teacher, scout leader, ward clerk and many more callings. Doug served a mission in the Netherland Belgium Mission. He loved the Savior very much. Doug had a meek, quiet, comforting spirit.
In 1956 Doug married the love of his life, Beth Phelps in the Salt Lake Temple. Doug had a son, Brian and a daughter, Tonia. He had 11 grandchildren. He loved his family very much.
Doug's favorite hobby was fishing. He loved to fish. He liked to go camping with his family, too.
Each life that Doug touched will be better because of him.
By Brenda Whitney
Serving our country during World War II, helping build the church house and serve in a local LDS ward, and sharing his mechanical expertise are only a few of the accomplishments of former White City resident Doug Robertson, who passed away March 3 at the age of 86.
Robertson, born August 18, 1924, grew up in Midvale and lived in Riverton when he married his wife, Beth, in 1956. A few years later, they moved to Zinnia Way in White City and were able to purchase a new home on Tritoma Ave. in the early 1960s.
The community was small and still in the developmental stages but Robertson felt like it offered a city lifestyle. He and Beth considered moving back to Riverton but they enjoyed the people and area of White City so much that they never did. Their kids played night games in the street with other neighborhood children and there were many good friendships made in the community.
"Doug was a real gentleman," Beth's cousin Joyce Welch said. "He was kind and we always had a good time getting together." Welch and her husband took trips with the Robertsons and spent time with them throughout the years.
"My dad was a kind, good-hearted man," daughter Tonia Hopkins said. "He was a mechanic and neighbors often came to him for help. He would often buy parts and not charge for them at all or if he did charge, it was just for parts at cost. He couldn't let my mom know but he was always so generous."
Robertson joined the Marines at the age of 17. He was hoping to be in the Navy like his brother, Milton, but was drafted into the Marines instead.
He was upset about his assignment. When he was stationed in Japan, he heard his brother's ship would be coming in so he procured a Jeep and drove to the ship, requesting to see Private Robertson. A black man emerged and he joked with him that perhaps he could be like a brother to him. Soon, his biological brother, Milton, was summoned. When Milton showed up, the two just hugged and cried, happy to see each other and oblivious to what anyone may have thought.
Robertson was traumatized by his experiences during the war and spoke very little of them. He hated witnessing the suffering of the Japanese people, which he saw while stationed in Japan, and was especially hurt seeing the starving children. Although he was instructed to never give food to the Japanese, he and his military buddies would sneak the children rations whenever they could.
"My dad would take me to the movies on daddy-daughter dates. Dad would laugh so loud, I'd be embarrassed but later when I went with my friends, I found it was never as fun as it had been with Dad," Hopkins said. "If all daughters could have a dad like I had, the world would be a much better place."
Robertson is survived by his wife Beth, daughter Tonia, son Brian, and 11 grandchildren.
He is survived by his loving wife and loving family.
Doug enjoyed fishing.
Funeral services will be held Saturday, March 12, at 2:00 p.m., Crescent 7th Ward, 949 East 10600 So., Sandy, where friends may call from 12:15-1:45 at the church prior to the services.
Funeral directors Aspen Funeral Services
Doug loved his grandkids and told them. He had a soft spot for any child.
Dod always did what he said he would do.
Doug was a Marine and was proud to serve our country in World War II. He never bragged of his experiences, but one of his grandsons was rewarded by a Japanese lady several years after Doug's kind acts of service.
Doug had a sister, Betty Jean and a bother Milton, who also served in the military.
Doug served in many church calling in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. He was a Sunday School teacher, scout leader, ward clerk and many more callings. Doug served a mission in the Netherland Belgium Mission. He loved the Savior very much. Doug had a meek, quiet, comforting spirit.
In 1956 Doug married the love of his life, Beth Phelps in the Salt Lake Temple. Doug had a son, Brian and a daughter, Tonia. He had 11 grandchildren. He loved his family very much.
Doug's favorite hobby was fishing. He loved to fish. He liked to go camping with his family, too.
Each life that Doug touched will be better because of him.
By Brenda Whitney
Serving our country during World War II, helping build the church house and serve in a local LDS ward, and sharing his mechanical expertise are only a few of the accomplishments of former White City resident Doug Robertson, who passed away March 3 at the age of 86.
Robertson, born August 18, 1924, grew up in Midvale and lived in Riverton when he married his wife, Beth, in 1956. A few years later, they moved to Zinnia Way in White City and were able to purchase a new home on Tritoma Ave. in the early 1960s.
The community was small and still in the developmental stages but Robertson felt like it offered a city lifestyle. He and Beth considered moving back to Riverton but they enjoyed the people and area of White City so much that they never did. Their kids played night games in the street with other neighborhood children and there were many good friendships made in the community.
"Doug was a real gentleman," Beth's cousin Joyce Welch said. "He was kind and we always had a good time getting together." Welch and her husband took trips with the Robertsons and spent time with them throughout the years.
"My dad was a kind, good-hearted man," daughter Tonia Hopkins said. "He was a mechanic and neighbors often came to him for help. He would often buy parts and not charge for them at all or if he did charge, it was just for parts at cost. He couldn't let my mom know but he was always so generous."
Robertson joined the Marines at the age of 17. He was hoping to be in the Navy like his brother, Milton, but was drafted into the Marines instead.
He was upset about his assignment. When he was stationed in Japan, he heard his brother's ship would be coming in so he procured a Jeep and drove to the ship, requesting to see Private Robertson. A black man emerged and he joked with him that perhaps he could be like a brother to him. Soon, his biological brother, Milton, was summoned. When Milton showed up, the two just hugged and cried, happy to see each other and oblivious to what anyone may have thought.
Robertson was traumatized by his experiences during the war and spoke very little of them. He hated witnessing the suffering of the Japanese people, which he saw while stationed in Japan, and was especially hurt seeing the starving children. Although he was instructed to never give food to the Japanese, he and his military buddies would sneak the children rations whenever they could.
"My dad would take me to the movies on daddy-daughter dates. Dad would laugh so loud, I'd be embarrassed but later when I went with my friends, I found it was never as fun as it had been with Dad," Hopkins said. "If all daughters could have a dad like I had, the world would be a much better place."
Robertson is survived by his wife Beth, daughter Tonia, son Brian, and 11 grandchildren.
Douglas A. Robertson "Grandpa Doug" Age 86, died March 3 2011, Sandy, UT. Born Aug. 18, 1924, Midvale, UT.
He is survived by his loving wife and loving family.
Doug enjoyed fishing.
Funeral services will be held Saturday, March 12, at 2:00 p.m., Crescent 7th Ward, 949 East 10600 So., Sandy, where friends may call from 12:15-1:45 at the church prior to the services.
Funeral directors Aspen Funeral Services
Doug loved his grandkids and told them. He had a soft spot for any child.
Dod always did what he said he would do.
Doug was a Marine and was proud to serve our country in World War II. He never bragged of his experiences, but one of his grandsons was rewarded by a Japanese lady several years after Doug's kind acts of service.
Doug had a sister, Betty Jean and a bother Milton, who also served in the military.
Doug served in many church calling in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. He was a Sunday School teacher, scout leader, ward clerk and many more callings. Doug served a mission in the Netherland Belgium Mission. He loved the Savior very much. Doug had a meek, quiet, comforting spirit.
In 1956 Doug married the love of his life, Beth Phelps in the Salt Lake Temple. Doug had a son, Brian and a daughter, Tonia. He had 11 grandchildren. He loved his family very much.
Doug's favorite hobby was fishing. He loved to fish. He liked to go camping with his family, too.
Each life that Doug touched will be better because of him.
By Brenda Whitney
Serving our country during World War II, helping build the church house and serve in a local LDS ward, and sharing his mechanical expertise are only a few of the accomplishments of former White City resident Doug Robertson, who passed away March 3 at the age of 86.
Robertson, born August 18, 1924, grew up in Midvale and lived in Riverton when he married his wife, Beth, in 1956. A few years later, they moved to Zinnia Way in White City and were able to purchase a new home on Tritoma Ave. in the early 1960s.
The community was small and still in the developmental stages but Robertson felt like it offered a city lifestyle. He and Beth considered moving back to Riverton but they enjoyed the people and area of White City so much that they never did. Their kids played night games in the street with other neighborhood children and there were many good friendships made in the community.
"Doug was a real gentleman," Beth's cousin Joyce Welch said. "He was kind and we always had a good time getting together." Welch and her husband took trips with the Robertsons and spent time with them throughout the years.
"My dad was a kind, good-hearted man," daughter Tonia Hopkins said. "He was a mechanic and neighbors often came to him for help. He would often buy parts and not charge for them at all or if he did charge, it was just for parts at cost. He couldn't let my mom know but he was always so generous."
Robertson joined the Marines at the age of 17. He was hoping to be in the Navy like his brother, Milton, but was drafted into the Marines instead.
He was upset about his assignment. When he was stationed in Japan, he heard his brother's ship would be coming in so he procured a Jeep and drove to the ship, requesting to see Private Robertson. A black man emerged and he joked with him that perhaps he could be like a brother to him. Soon, his biological brother, Milton, was summoned. When Milton showed up, the two just hugged and cried, happy to see each other and oblivious to what anyone may have thought.
Robertson was traumatized by his experiences during the war and spoke very little of them. He hated witnessing the suffering of the Japanese people, which he saw while stationed in Japan, and was especially hurt seeing the starving children. Although he was instructed to never give food to the Japanese, he and his military buddies would sneak the children rations whenever they could.
"My dad would take me to the movies on daddy-daughter dates. Dad would laugh so loud, I'd be embarrassed but later when I went with my friends, I found it was never as fun as it had been with Dad," Hopkins said. "If all daughters could have a dad like I had, the world would be a much better place."
Robertson is survived by his wife Beth, daughter Tonia, son Brian, and 11 grandchildren.
He is survived by his loving wife and loving family.
Doug enjoyed fishing.
Funeral services will be held Saturday, March 12, at 2:00 p.m., Crescent 7th Ward, 949 East 10600 So., Sandy, where friends may call from 12:15-1:45 at the church prior to the services.
Funeral directors Aspen Funeral Services
Doug loved his grandkids and told them. He had a soft spot for any child.
Dod always did what he said he would do.
Doug was a Marine and was proud to serve our country in World War II. He never bragged of his experiences, but one of his grandsons was rewarded by a Japanese lady several years after Doug's kind acts of service.
Doug had a sister, Betty Jean and a bother Milton, who also served in the military.
Doug served in many church calling in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. He was a Sunday School teacher, scout leader, ward clerk and many more callings. Doug served a mission in the Netherland Belgium Mission. He loved the Savior very much. Doug had a meek, quiet, comforting spirit.
In 1956 Doug married the love of his life, Beth Phelps in the Salt Lake Temple. Doug had a son, Brian and a daughter, Tonia. He had 11 grandchildren. He loved his family very much.
Doug's favorite hobby was fishing. He loved to fish. He liked to go camping with his family, too.
Each life that Doug touched will be better because of him.
By Brenda Whitney
Serving our country during World War II, helping build the church house and serve in a local LDS ward, and sharing his mechanical expertise are only a few of the accomplishments of former White City resident Doug Robertson, who passed away March 3 at the age of 86.
Robertson, born August 18, 1924, grew up in Midvale and lived in Riverton when he married his wife, Beth, in 1956. A few years later, they moved to Zinnia Way in White City and were able to purchase a new home on Tritoma Ave. in the early 1960s.
The community was small and still in the developmental stages but Robertson felt like it offered a city lifestyle. He and Beth considered moving back to Riverton but they enjoyed the people and area of White City so much that they never did. Their kids played night games in the street with other neighborhood children and there were many good friendships made in the community.
"Doug was a real gentleman," Beth's cousin Joyce Welch said. "He was kind and we always had a good time getting together." Welch and her husband took trips with the Robertsons and spent time with them throughout the years.
"My dad was a kind, good-hearted man," daughter Tonia Hopkins said. "He was a mechanic and neighbors often came to him for help. He would often buy parts and not charge for them at all or if he did charge, it was just for parts at cost. He couldn't let my mom know but he was always so generous."
Robertson joined the Marines at the age of 17. He was hoping to be in the Navy like his brother, Milton, but was drafted into the Marines instead.
He was upset about his assignment. When he was stationed in Japan, he heard his brother's ship would be coming in so he procured a Jeep and drove to the ship, requesting to see Private Robertson. A black man emerged and he joked with him that perhaps he could be like a brother to him. Soon, his biological brother, Milton, was summoned. When Milton showed up, the two just hugged and cried, happy to see each other and oblivious to what anyone may have thought.
Robertson was traumatized by his experiences during the war and spoke very little of them. He hated witnessing the suffering of the Japanese people, which he saw while stationed in Japan, and was especially hurt seeing the starving children. Although he was instructed to never give food to the Japanese, he and his military buddies would sneak the children rations whenever they could.
"My dad would take me to the movies on daddy-daughter dates. Dad would laugh so loud, I'd be embarrassed but later when I went with my friends, I found it was never as fun as it had been with Dad," Hopkins said. "If all daughters could have a dad like I had, the world would be a much better place."
Robertson is survived by his wife Beth, daughter Tonia, son Brian, and 11 grandchildren.
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