Robert M. Fisher

I am glad to be able to express my feelings for my cousin and friend Bob. We grew up together. Along with Kenny, Charlie, John and myself we rowwed and/or sailed the Creek in our little row boat- the five of us. We even ventured out into the channel to tie up to the buoy and dive/jump off. We looked for crabs along the piers, venturing all the way into Baltimore Harbor. When totally bored, we would rock the boat until it tipped over and we would have to drag it over to a sand bar to bail it...

so sorry for your familys loss prayers

To cousin Bob

To my cousin who I grew up with in my younger days
I wonder how we grew older and went our separate ways
But I remember the special memories that I have of you
Memories that make me smile from the things we use to do

We had the woods, the creek and ball fields to run
We had fishing, crabbing, and swimming in the sun
We flew kites, rockets, and gas powered model planes
Until our parents called us home by calling our names

Remember the large...

I remember once when Bobby was in town for a day or two, Aunt Gin had us down to a cookout. After we ate bobby had the job of cutting and dishing out the watermelon, Since then if you say my cousin Bobby my boys say who? But if you say the watermelon man they'd say ah yeah, I remember him!