Robert Patrick Anderson

I carry many memories of Uncle Bob and my dad, Larry, working with their homing pidgins. Going out and looking for them. Always out in the coops. Uncle Bob had such a calm, kind manner. I always felt comfortable around him. It’s so hard to say goodbye and we hope we will see them again. I think that thought keeps us going when we are grieving from their departure. What amazed me was how uncle Bob’s memory was later in life. He remembered I was one of the twins. I had not seen him in many...