No one ever doubted his top priority: family. Bob drove nine hours every weekend to see his daughter in college and would drive back the next day. But Bob was always strict, raising quality kids isn’t easy. The sound of Big Bob’s whistle echoing off the neighborhood houses meant come home. He preferred his language PG; about the worst you’d hear him say was turkey. But he did always have a little edge: you never knew when he’d turn a little South Philly. Bob was old school in his ways. He never learned how to use a fax machine, cell phone or computer: Bob’s handshake and word were all he needed to secure a sale. Of course he was always social in his ways. He claimed he limited his drinks to two: the first and the last. He loved following college basketball especially the sleeper teams and his beloved Duke. He even came to tolerate his daughter’s love of UNC. For years he shared his knowledge through coaching.
A young Catherine McDade made a wrong turn heading to Ocean City and wound up in Wildwood at the Shamrock Café. She’d fall for the charms of the dashing young Bob. They’d be engaged within 6 months and married within the year. Bob and the late Catherine were blessed with 4 children: Margaret-Ann “Meg” (Steven) Knauer, Robert (Cindy Stellwag), Jennifer (Shawn) French and David; and grandchildren: Ashley, Elijah, Cameron, Addison and Paxton. He is survived by his siblings, John J, and William S, and the late Nancy.
Come celebrate 76 great years Friday 6-8 p.m. and Saturday 10-11 a.m. at Sweeney Funeral Home, Riverside where there will be an 11 a.m. service. Interment Lakeview Cemetery, Cinnaminson.