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August 21, 2013
Happy Birthday Dad
February 26, 2013
Dear Phyllis & Family-Bonnie and myself are keeping you in our thoughts and prayers everyday. Friendships are treasured and shared, and Bob's legacy will be remembered forever. Both of us have been blessed knowing the Stevensen family. The OREO connection will thrive as a bond for all of us. Love always - Bonnie & Ray BARTLETT
November 14, 2012
Read at the funeral Mass by his son, Bobby:
My family and I wish to thank each and every one of you for coming and joining us in celebrating the life of Bob Stevenson, husband, father, grandfather, brother, father in law, friend and my dad.
In preparing to speak about my dad I considered what I could share that all of you would not already know. As I reflected on his life and the relationships he had with every person he met, I realized that all there was to know about my dad he himself had told to each of you in one of his stories. He didn't just share his stories though, he trusted all of us with what his stories were saying about how he felt about his life, love, pride in his family, compassion for others, …and not to be forgotten how he championed common courtesy.
Whether his story was about:
His own father who, before having been stricken with multiple sclerosis had been the fastest runner my father ever saw, saying that nobody could catch him.
Meeting my mother and how she was the toughest girl to get a date with; my mother adding to the story that it was more her mother he wasn't convincing; little did he know then that it was going to be worth a lifetime of love.
His importance and pride of driving the staff car for Colonel Creighton, the Signal Corps commander of Fort Gordon ; and getting a few good meals from the mess hall sergeants who he may have shared the Colonel's inspection schedule with, my dad saying that no Colonel wants an inspection to go badly so everybody came out smelling like rose.
The stories of his working at Bissell's Dairy hauling milk cans onto the truck two at time, or the long hours at Friendly's Restaurant, and of course the 12 hour days as a salesman for Nabisco and all the people he knew and friends that he made while working.
His many stories of the successes or struggles of his children in their lives, educations and caring for their own children and how proud he was of all us.
And not in a common way at all, when he made us all feel the sheer joy in his heart when he told stories of his grandchildren, whether it was about their latest accomplishments, things that they said, pictures they drew and gave to him and more than anything when they gave him help doing a job around the house or yard.
The last story he told many of us just days ago, about an elderly gentleman who stood up for and defended his home on his own against those who thought he was a easy target due to his age and apparent fragility. I felt that maybe my dad was expressing some of his own feelings about getting older but that the strength of his will never left him.
Some people may have their names carved in stone on a building for all to see but never knowing anything about the person. My dad very cleverly chose to make his mark in the world by sharing who he was and how he felt by putting something of himself into every story he told. In this way he gave to all of us himself to share perpetually for generation after generation through family and friends sharing his stories. And like all great story tellers, his stories had already spread during in his own lifetime in Italian in Italy, Polish in Poland, Chinese in Malaysia, Tummel in India, and for sure in a harsh Scottish brogue in Scotland.

My Dad gave to all of us, his family, his friends, all that he had...never a person to hold any interest in worldly possessions, he gave instead something he was rich in, his love, his time, his understanding, his comfort and his faith. Thank you Dad for making us all so rich in life.
November 14, 2012
I met Bob several years ago. His happy, upbeat presence was always a pleasure. I learned the difference between a truck load of Lorna Doones and a truck load of Fig Newtons..."It's all about the distributing the weight." His smile will always be a part of my memories of him. May your happy memories carry your hearts in the days and weeks to come.
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