Robert Francis Northrup

Wednesday, November 11, 2020
Veteran's Day Tribute

Robert Francis Northrup, born April 24, 1921 in Mount Vernon, New York to Frank L. Northrup and Ella Roth Northrup, died peacefully May 1, 2020, at age 99, in Langhorne, PA. Bob, as he was known to family and friends, grew up in Pennington, New Jersey. Six months since his death my father finally joined his maternal grandparents, William and Henrietta Roth, his mother Ella Roth, and his first wife, my mother, Virginia Hart Northrup...

All Saint's Day Prayer on the occasion of my father-in-law's interment:

We give thanks for: Robert Northrup, our beloved father and grandfather, son, brother and husband, and we remember and honor him.

Bob, we know you are with us in spirit and that you will never be forgotten.

We give thanks to God for you and for those who have gone on before.

We trust in the hope of resurrection and the promise of new life in Christ.

We know that in our grief and...

Emily's Reflection On Interment Day:

Dear Grandpop,

Thank you for the big hugs. Thank you for Wheel of Fortune, Jeopardy, and solitare. A bowl of ice cream before bedtime, sweet corn on the cob, and fresh tomatoes from the garden. Thank you for ferry rides, trips to the family farm where my mom grew up, long drives along the Delaware, and fresh apple cider from Styers Orchard. I loved it when you played your sax, and performed show tunes for us in the living room or on stage....

My memories of Grandpop are of sunny afternoons lounging on outdoor patio furniture, surrounded by beautiful flowers, overlooking a pond filled with wild Canadian geese, having jolly conversations. Eating strawberry Bryers ice cream every night at 10 pm before bed. Of him falling asleep on my shoulder while siting on the couch completing a crossword puzzle in the late afternoon. Or sitting around the dining table eating his homemade meatloaf while he tells us the story again about meeting...

A Memory: Malapropisms

One of the oddest things I ever learned from my dad was the art of imprecision. Although a very smart man, Dad loved to call things by names close enough. In other words, all cats were she, all dogs were he, and we could never convince him otherwise. So effective was my father's employ of malapropisms that to this very day I find myself calling things as they are not: whimsically saying, this for that or calling things slightly off what they should mean. For...

It was hard losing my mom, then marrying and moving half way across the country to Texasaway from Dadall in the same year. Texas has provided adventure in abundance. But I never lost my fervor for my Yankee home. Whether driving cross country 1500 miles (or flying the friendly skies), returning to my roots was always a thrill. Most of all, I remember Dad meeting us at the airport, train station, or in his driveway, his face lighting up the best homecoming anyone could wish for! Grandpop' and...

"I remember asking Bob if I could marry Kathie and his wry reply, 'Do I have any choice?' Of course, I had been seeing Kathie for eight years so there was no surprise here. But Bob liked to play hard to get. His marriage to Gladys Speakman, after the death of his first wife, (Kathie's mom), took place the same year I married Kathie, so we could always say we were married the same year! Bob was always a ham and an amateur actor, and Glady loved to tell a good tale. So when the couple...

Our condolences to the entire Northrup Family on the passing of Robert. He was a good man, one that we were proud to know.

So sorry for your loss. What a great legacy he leaves. Prayers for your family during this difficult time. Love, Josh, Tanya, Daniel, Micah & Caleb Pfeiffer