Robert D. Stahl

Bobby was my uncle. We practically grew up together. I spent many days playing in Pap´s barn , swimming in Sherman´s Creek, helping during harvest time, butching, and just fooling around as young boys. I lived just 3 miles from the farm and often rode my bike to visit. As an adult we hunted many times on the Hogback ridge. I will miss Bobby.

Dear Carol and my sweet Wendy...My fondest memory of Bobby was when I was very small, I remember when he came home from the service. I was probably 6 years old, and I thought he was the handsomest guy I had ever seen! I thought I was in love with him! My sincere condolences to the family, with kind and loving thoughts, Jeanne Bender (Wendy, I miss seeing you so much, my gal!)