Rush Robinett (1927 - 2018)

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  • "Dona and family, So sorry to hear about your dads passing...."
    - Ellen Caristo
  • "Another good man is gone"
    - John Tischhauser
  • "WE ARE SO SORRY FOR THE LOSS OF MR ROBINETT. HE WILL BE..."
    - KENDA CORNELL
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Rush D. Robinett Jr.





Rush Robinett Jr., beloved

husband, father, grandfather,

cowboy, and

talented engineer died on June 26th 2018 at the age of 90. Rush Jr. was born in Amarillo, Texas on June 28th 1927 and grew up in Throckmorton, TX. He joined the military near the end of WWII.

After his service, he went to school on the GI bill at Texas Tech University and obtained a degree in Electrical Engineering. Upon graduation, he went to work at GE Aircraft Engines in Schenectady, NY where he met his wife Dorothy Robinett to whom he was married for 65 years.

Rush Jr. joined Sandia National Laboratories in 1952 where he worked on nuclear and conventional weapons as well as unattended ground sensors during the Korean and Vietnam wars. Grandpa was a Cold War Warrior, a communist fighter, and he took an important role in many critical issues during the Cold War including Missile Defense. Life was precious, there may be no tomorrow.

Rush Jr. was a fervent outdoorsman. He served as a reserve game warden for New Mexico Game and Fish, leading him to become a hunter and fisherman. He was a horseman's horseman but only considered himself a glorified groom.

He is survived by his three children and two grandchildren. A Celebration of Life will be held on September 15th, 2018.

Please contact Rush Robinett III, [email protected] or Dona Absher, [email protected] for

further information.

Men in the Rough



Men in the roughâ€"on the trails all new-brokenâ€"

Those are the friends we remember with tears;

Few are the words that such comrades have spokenâ€"

Deeds are their tributes that last through the

years.



Men in the roughâ€"sons of prairie and mountainâ€"

Children of nature, warm-hearted, clear eyed;

Friendship with them is a never-sealed fountain;

Strangers are they to the

altars of pride.



Men in the roughâ€"curt of speech to their fellowsâ€"

Ready in everything, save to deceive;

Theirs are the friendships that time only mellows,

And death cannot sever the bonds that they weave.

Published in Albuquerque Journal from Aug. 10 to Aug. 12, 2018
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