Continued....thermos and the 3 of us began our ascent. Andy and I, physical specimens that we were, stopped repeatedly to gasp for air and hope tha we would survive; promising tha we wouldnever do this again. Once at the summit, we could rest and enjoy our coffee. As we sat quietly, savoring our coffee, anticipating the spectacle of sunrise, Andy got that look on his face that was a clear signal that somehting was not right. He remarked that it was the wost cofee he ever tasted and why would I put lemon in coffee? I sipped min and I agreed that it was a bit "odd". It then dawned on me (pun intended) that the day before, Cory had 7-up in the thermos and I hadn't emptied it. For the next 15 years, when we were together, he always had to remind me of 7-up coffee on the dunes. It was that same morning that we ventured into the Portuguese bakery and the clerk was missing a hand. Cory and I anted to bolt from the store because we knew what was coming. Andy would look at the clerk and whisper to Cory, completely deadpan, "He's missing a hand! Where is it? What do you think happened? Let's ask him! Do you think he knows? Does he poke doughnuts with it? and on and on. Then he would get quiet and just give you that look and you would get those 5th grade giggles as he stook stone-faced. When the clerk finally spoke with a high pitched lisp, we had to leave. There was the night he tried to convince the Maitre'D that I was the punter for the Redskins and shouldn't have to wait in line. The numerous free drinks provided when Andy announced that it was one of the group's birthday, which it never was. Hundreds of games of yahtzee after dinner, Fred's Red Sled, putting burned cork on our faces including "little Jennifer" and on and on. Cory and I are beating ourselves up for not making the trip up to Cape Cod for so long but life got in the way. A message to all of you - Never let life get in the way of letting people know you care about them and love them and think about them. Life is too short. Corny as it may sound, take time to "stop and smell the roses". I'm sorry we didn't. We will certainly never forget Andy and what it meant to have known him and to have had him be a part of our lives. Corky & Cory
I know we're late in posting this, but how can you adequately put into a few sentences 40 years of memories? He really was unique! I noticed that Mike mentioned Norman's Tavern. My Dad owned Norman's and that is where he met Norma and Andy. Andy tended bar part time and I recall Dad saying that Andy was the only one he trusted. My Dad was also proud of the fact that he never had a fight in his tavern until the night some guy said the wrong thing to Norma and Andy cleaned his closk. Norman's was full of characters. One in particular was Jerry Spaulding who I think was already dead. He had a gravely voice and would start hacking up his lungs. Andy could do a dead on impression of Jerry that would crack us up 30 years later. Norma and Andy were originally friends with my parents. As I got into my late 20's, my wife and I started spending time with Norma and Andy because of our shared intest in antiques, good food, and an occasional adult beverage. We went many places together and to this day, Cory cannot hear "Delta Dawn" without getting nauseated! (VFW, circa 1976). Delta Dawn on the juke box and Sidecars to excess will cause this to happen. There was the antique auction in the chicken coup, Brownsville, Provincetown, and the many nights in front of the fireplace at Mitchell Mansion. I could go on forever. This is one of those "you had to be there" stories. One of our trips to Provincetown, Andy, Cory and I decided to get up before dawn, climb the highest dune, drink coffee, and watch the sun come up. Norma, being the smartest of the group, elected to remain in a nice cozy bed. I had the coffee in a
We will always remember you as Andy, and the wonderful outlook you had on life, your keen interest in learning, your talents as an artist, and your humor and friendship.
Yes, we miss you terribly, but we know that the years of suffering and the coping with your illness are over, and now you reside in Heaven in peace.
You are gone, but not forgotten. Your legacy continues through Norma and your children. Andy Anders' spirit lives on and on forever.
We are GLAD that we knew YOU!!!
Don and Jan Sine
CARD OF THANKS------The family of Robert Preston Anders gratefull thanks neighbors, friends and family for their kindesses during "Andy's" hospitalization and our sad lost of him in January 2000 . We also would like to thank all of the beautiful nurses of Cape Cod Hospital , especially Connie, Laurel, Becky, MaryEllen , Karen ,Lisa, Marilyn and Nancy and so many others for 18 years of encouraging care and devotion. Their beautiful messages on www.legacy.com have been read around the world by absent family and friends. DR Nicholas Vandemoer and DR Abraham Dietz were outstanding in those same years in their gentle professional care. We Thank You All Forever Norma Anders
Ray and Bunny Sargent, Augusta, WV
With our deepest sympathy. Karen and George (C.J.) Sanner. (Chip's ex-wife and son). You are all in our thoughts and prays. We love you Me-mommy.
He was a remarkable man -- a color-blind painter, the greatest cook in the world (despite the fact he couldn't even eat solid foods), and one of the funnies people I have ever met (myself included).
He taught me to laugh at the world, because it made no sense. He showed me that it didn't matter what anyone else thought about you, and you can behave as ridiculus as you'd like to because others will laugh right along with you. He also showed me that people will give up their old-fashioned views of the world and can adapt to just about anything.
I will miss the way he lights up family gatherings, and his impromptu sketches of just about anything. I will miss the talks he and I had, and the insight he was able to give me. I will miss even the stupid jokes that he would tell and no one else thought was funny.
There can be only one Dedaddy, and you couldn't ask for more.
We have known Bob Anders our entire lives. Our family still hears stories of the great times shared by Bob and Norma and our parents, Kit and Sam Robinson, a family friendship of over 50 years.
We will remember Bob for his wonderful sense of humor, deep love for his family, amazing artistic talents, and for his strength and courage. A man we all admire.
We share in your loss, and our thoughts and prayers are with the entire Anders family.
Rick, Kathy and Ron Robinson
My earliest memories of my Dad were mostly happy ones.
And while I have alot of memories about Dad and my brothers and sisters, I will limit this to just my own memories.
I remember family outings to Point Lookout....a day at the beach to play in or near the water, and to catch Blue Crabs and Rockfish. I remember going to Magruder Park to watch the fireworks and have picnics. I remember going to Norman's Tavern (aka³Rocky-Roll²) for food, cokes and the bowling machine. I remember him painting the house. I remember going to Atlantic City for the Lions Club Conventions. I remember the Bull Roasts at Bowie Race Track. And I remember him taking me to Lanham Inn some Saturday and Sunday mornings after dropping mom off at work. He would then go home and take a nap on the couch.
I also remember when he caught me smoking, and made me sit on the front porch and smoke one of those stinky Philly Blunt cigars. I remember when I got caught stealing a Mounds candy bar from the drug store, and how he crammed it in my mouth to deter me from stealing ever again. I remember how he cried when I left to go in the Navy and how he said that I ³was now a man². And I remember his disappointment when it didn¹t work out. And I remember trying forever to get back into his good graces.
I remember the look of anguish on his face the day after the car accident that injured his knees, put Mom in the nursing home with her injuries, and broke Russell¹s nose.
But most of all, I remember one Saturday afternoon that we spent at Spinnaker¹s drinking beer and shooting pool and talking. The topic that day was the diagnosis of cancer and his upcoming first operation. That was another day that I saw him cry. And we cried together. And the more we drank, the more we cried and the more we talked. I cried again later that day at Longfellow¹s Pub. But it was a different cry. This was the gut-wrenching cry of someone in mourning. I think it was that day that I said goodbye to the Dad of my childhood.
The next memory that I have is seeing him on the gurny being wheeled into the ICU at Cape Cod Hospital. Tubes going everywhere. The long row of staples in his neck, and that fact that his head what twice its usual size.
Since then, most of my memories of Dad are pretty much a blur. So much had happened to him over the past 18 years, that it never seemed to end from that day.
And the one question that I found myself asking over and over again, is WHY? Why was he putting himself through all of this, when at the end of it all, he had no real quality of life but that which he was able to make for himself. And somehow, he managed to answer that question, at least for me. It was Christmas in Harwichport, and either Eddie or Jennifer got a microscope from Santa. The two of them were in the kitchen looking at the slides that came with it. Suddenly, they both ran into the livingroom and asked Dad for a sample of his blood to view. Without hesitation, he pricked his finger and smeared blood on the slide. Given all that he had been through, it amazed me that he would do this. Then it hit me. He wasn¹t doing all of this for himself. He was trying to show the rest of us, and I think, to a greater degree....his grandchildren, that life was worth living regardless of the ³quality of life². You were alive and should make the most of it.
Now he is gone. We have all grieved in our own way. And the grieving is not over. To my sister Pam, who is not dealing with this well, I wish you inner peace soon. Do what I do. When the pain and grieving become too much, look back and find one of those happy moments like I do. Pretty soon the pain gives way to the happier memory. And you regain the strength to forget the pain until the next time.
For all of Dad¹s complexities such as that Uncle Gil had in his eulogy, Dad was, above all else, my Dad. I say good night and I love you to him every night now, and that helps me sleep.
Boy! Pam,, I didn't know Him, but from I have read, I would have loved to know him, he seems like my kind of guy!
Thank you for sending the link to thie web site.
Eulogy by Gilbert Walker
In a way it isn't easy to characterize Bob,Andy,Dad,Dedaddy Anders.He truly was a man of contrasts---a macho man with the soul of an artist.
I have a few personal impressions of Bob that I'd like to share with you.I've known him for over 50 years adn found that we had alot in common.
We both had the same Mother-in-law. We had similar feelings about her strength of character and stubborn refusal to give in when the going got rough. These were traits she generously passed on to her two daughters!
Bob and I were raised in poverty during the depression years and neither of us liked to talk about those unhappy days.
We married strong,capable,lovable sisters who managed our lives for us quite well.
We both were in the Navy, were proud of our service, and bored everybody (except each other) with our war stories.
And we both moved to Cape Cod after many years of living in Maryland.
But, did I really know Bob? I used to think he was tough and hard-nosed, but I saw him cry when any of his kids, and even my kids, were ill or mistreated. He cried when his dog died. He cried when he talked about his best friends Len,Jack or Buddy. He cried when he talked about his love for Norma and his children. Not so tough!
He used to say he hated offficers, and yet tell me I was his good friend.Did he? Was I?
I used to think Bob liked to insult people, then I caught on that he loved to "tweak" and be "tweaked " back---in my eyes, he was a " master tweaker". Sometimes I wished he was only kidding---or was he?
There were some things I knew better than to talk to Bob about:Guns, for example. He loved guns, he was a gun collector, he was a Gunners Mate in the Navy, he was a hunter, but above all he respected guns and always preached gun safety. When he felt particularly "tweaky" he tried to convince me that he kept a loaded gun on hand at all times, and wouldn't hesitate to use it, if someone crossed his path. Of course, I never saw this loaded gun. Did he really have it?
Another sensitive subject: brands of beer. There was a time when I was working for Ballantyne, when Bob drank nothing but Pabst Blue Ribbon, then Carlings Black Label, then American. I could go on and on but the point here is that he would always say "all beer tastes alike, and there is no use spending money on brand names". So beer was another subject I stayed away from. Incidentally, he did say he didn't like Ballantyne beer. Or did he?
Another sensitive subject--I learned never to ask Bob how he was feeling. He didn't like people asking him that, and I never heard him tell anyone how he was really feeling--even when he was feeling worse (and this was often in recent years) than the person who was telling him how he or she was feeling.
One of the things that always impressed me about Bob was how well informed he was. He knew what was going on in the world, and he always seemed to have a well-formulated opinion on most important issues. He knew more about so many things that I avoided getting into discussions about world events with him. I always wondered how come he knew so much...
So, who was Bob? A man, a real man who was tough, but soft. Biased, but understanding. A gun lover, but nonthreatening. A beer drinker without a belly. A strong believer in many things, but modest about those beliefs. A lover who was well loved. Above all, he was a creative, artistic soul constantly searching for expression,
Bob,Andy,Dad,Dedaddy WE LOVE YOU!
(thank you uncle Gil for a wonderful tribute, you truly captured his essence)
our souls from endless sea
were cast upon bounded shore.
Here to dwell full measure till comes our time for leaving.
From what we are,we return
to what we were before
and are freed from the need
of sorrow, pain and greiving.
As each is fulfilled,each returns
back to whence they came,
so our love please tarry there
we cannot say just when.
Trust in God,though we may change,
our love remains the same,
so we shall meet somewhere again...
we know, we vow. Amen
Within my book of memories, are happy ones of Andy... those Christmases when he put me "in charge" of the brandy alexander punch bowl, he kept me in a never-ending supply of paperback books to read, he was always ready to have fun...
His memory is my keepsake, with which I'll never part. God has him in his keeping, I have in my heart.
andy:when pamela wanted me to meet her parents i was scared especially her dad. boy was i nervous but after awhile i wasn't so scared. as time went on and i got to know you better you did not judge me by the color of my skin but as a man. when i knew that you and me-mommy were coming for a visit or we were coming up to the cape i couldn't wait to taste your wonderful cooking(beef). and i was trully honored when you asked my opinon about the food. I'm going to miss our talks about the eagles and how we would tease pam about her skins. I know pamela really loved you because when you would leave to return to the cape it really hurt her and i was sad too. I know your looking down from above looking at us and you'll finally get to meet my brother edgar. One more thing before i go i want you to know that you were like a father too me. I love you de-daddy and i'll miss you.
I knew Bob Anders professionally in the 1960's and 1970's when we were working as graphic artists at the Naval Command Systems Support Activity. We remained good friends with Andy and Norma over the years, sharing a mutual interest in antiques. This past Christmas they sent us photos of some of Andy's recent work. Since we had been in touch recently mainly by telephone, we were unaware of the excellence Andy had attained in the creation of folk art carvings, paintings of historic ships and models of ships. They were beautiful. We will sorely miss our long association with this warm and talented artist.
Donald & Harriet Lynn
Together;Mr. Anders and Norma were inspirational, their love will shine forever. With that comes a privilage to have known them. Mr. Anders taught me courage, laughter and a compassion for eternal life. Thank-You. How lucky we are to have had such a great Man in our lives. Be Blessed....
my dedaddy was a good painter,he was funny.He made me and Andie laugh!He told the silliest jokes and he made the best beef.I hope to grow up to be as good an artist as my dedaddy.Maybe dedaddy is in heaven now painting for God.
love Casey and Andie Johnson
(7 years old)
Our feelings for Robert Preston Anders are simple and clear.
He gave his love generously, and it showed in everything he did.
He endured suffering that would have destroyed most people but in spite of it all, still had compassion for others.
He knew how to always make you smile and laugh out loud (if Uncle Bob was around, we knew we'd have fun).
He cooked wonderful dishes for others and he couldn't even eat them himself.
He was multi-talented, his beautiful paintings, sketches, carvings, detailed models.
He was brave, unselfish, brilliant, talented, funny, wise, kind, unique, incredible.
He was our beloved Uncle Bob and we will never forget, always miss him, and always be grateful.
...all mankind is of one author and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be translated. God employs several translators, some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice; but God's hand is in every translation, and his hand shall bind up all our scattered leaves again for that library where every book shall lie open to one another...
...Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in humankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
Devotions Upon Emergent Occassions
by John Donne
the father of my childhood was a rock,a hero,a star,
in a breath-I'm back home again
where kids and chaos are.
the father of my childhood was ten feet tall or so
a mediator, gladiator, main attraction of the show.
the father of my childhood is my daddy still and ever
a presence yet in absence
and a memory fading never.
if there lives a man loved more than he,
I know of none more dear,
and like the death of heavenly stars,
his light shines on for years.
To: The Anders Family
My deepest and heartfelt sympathy for the loss of your loved one...Mr Anders......
Although I did not meet him, I felt as though I had.
My daughter, Laurel Almquist, was one of his nurses at Cape Cod Hospital.
Many years ago Laurel told me that she had met a wonderful and courageous patient while working at Cape Cod Hospital...I knew at the time that she was very fond of him and that perhaps he would become her favorite patient... Which he did...Laurel shared this with me. His courage and inspiration remained with her through out the years..
Several years ago Laurel and her co-workers had the oppotunity to visit with Mr. Anders and his family at their home...during the Christmas holidays....a wonderful time was shared by all.
Recently, Laurel told me that she had the opportunity to chat with Mr. Anders again..She told me how happy she was to see him..
Laurel, again shared this with me..She said,"Mom, do you remember my favorite patient?" I said, yes Laurel..I do remember your favorite patient..Mr. Anders, and I will be forever grateful for your sharing with me,the story of such an inspiring and unbelievable courageous man.....
Mr. Anders was my FAVORITE patient. I took care of him in the early 80's and recently met with him in the hospital for a long chat which I shall always look back on with happiness and great joy. We looked over photos of his paintings and carvings and I so enjoyed our time together. He was one of the strongest people I have ever encountered and I will miss him dearly. His name is equivelent to strength and courage and he loved to laugh and make the best out of every situation. He was someone I will always look up to~
I was sorry to hear of Mr Anders Passing. I was one of the nurses at Cape Cod Hospital who cared for him during his long recovery years ago. I have never forgotten him, although it has been many years. I know you will miss him. He was an inspiring man. I will say a prayer for him and for the family who has lost a good man.
We wish to extend our deepest sympathies at this difficult time.