My first memory of Uncle Bob was as a young child visiting my grandparents in Crookston. We lived in Bemidji, about 100 miles away, and it was always an adventure to travel to grandpa and grandma's house. I recall Bob was always soft spoken and very kind. I knew they lived a long ways away, and I thought he must be a very important person.
I always knew him as Uncle Bob because his son, close to my age, went by Robert. I remember when getting ready for our three plus hour trip, my folks would say "Bob, Myrtle, and Robert will be there." That always made the trip more special.