A trip to the Roseland house was always a special treat for me when I was growing up in Ames.The house was located in a beautiful wooded area that provided a wide expanse to explore with Robert's son, Craig. The two of us would spend all day in the woods hiking, climbing trees, wading in the creek, or crossing over the high wooden railroad trestle. Robert was always held in high regard by my Dad, who was a Beta Fraternity brother at the University of Iowa. Dad told me about Robert helping to build the Alaskan Highway, and how he flew B-17's in World War II. That was pretty cool stuff for an impressionable young boy.
I want to express my deepest sympathy to Craig and Anne and the grandchildren. My heart goes out to you. Although I only knew your Dad for a relatively short period of time before you moved from Ames, he left a big impression on me.