Dr. Bob Patterson

I am late in reading of Bob's passing. I am a cousin and was a friend. We worked together in planning the annual Patterson Reunion in Kings Mountain for many years. We corresponded via emails, phone calls and letters.

My name is William Patterson of Kings Mountain. Cousin Bob called me Gene. I was involved with planning of our Patterson Reunions at Patterson Grove Church in KIngs Mountain NC. years ago.We emailed often when Bob was at Baylor. I was not aware of his death until I googled his name yesterday. I do not believe that other friends and relatives in Kings Mountain know of his death. Is it possible to send this obituary to our local news paper (The Kings Mountain Herald). Thanks. my email address...

Dr. Patterson is one of my favorite memories at Baylor in 1975-1977. He made theology come alive in the classroom. I remember him with fond memories. Doyle Hamilton

I was a colleague of Dr. Patterson, at Baylor Religion Dept. He was a good friend and a great man. God Bless.

Our condolences to Dr. Patterson's family. I had him for Old Testament in the fall of 1962. During those years, some girls were bringing knitting to class. The click click click of the needles was annoying. One morning, he walked into class with knitting needles and yarn, sat down and began his lecture while knitting a long single knit row. He continued for about five minutes and then stopped. He said nothing, but the girls never brought the knitting again. His sense of humor was...

I used Bob´s books to teach my Sunday School Class on several occasions. He sled me to teach his 1st Class one Sunday on Near Death Experiences. This led to his inviting me to join a Monday morning coffee clatch of retirees (primarily Baylor professors) which I have cherished. We became good friends there. His place in my heart is special.

Bob was my neighbor for many years. He watched my children grow up. He contributed to a mission trip my daughter went on in college. We had a tradition that every Christmas Eve day, we carried freshly baked cookies to his doorstep and sang "We wish you a merry Christmas!" and he always had the biggest smile. When we moved away from our home next door to him, we continued our tradition of coming to see him and bringing him cookies. He always looked forward to seeing us.