I didn't see him that often, and I didn't ring to talk to him as often as I should have, but I did email him with my own updates, and to let him know when I found various things relating to the LORINGs or the SULLIVANs. And I thought of him often.
|John, Bob and Joan SULLIVAN|
|Just prior to Joan leaving for England Feb 1958|
|Bob at his 70th Birthday|
|Bob and his boys at his 70th Birthday|
|Joan, Bob and Dad at Dad's 80th Birthday|
In 1982 Bob was still married to his first wife, Bev - and we all got together at Aunty Rene's unit in Rosebud. The date could even be a little earlier - I have the photo labelled as 1984, but Uncle Newman died in 1982.
|The SULLIVANs as they were in 1982(?)|
Another memory I have is Bob singing a song, and he told me that when he was about 4 he sang it on the radio. The song was "Little Mister Baggy Britches". I hadn't thought of this song for years, but as we were driving back from Merimbula so we could go to Bob's funeral it popped into my head out of the blue. Apparently it has several verses, but I only remember Bob singing the chorus:
CHORUS: Leetle Mister Baggy Breeches, I love you!
If you'll be mine Sunday fellow,
I'll patch 'em mit purple, mit pink and mit yellow;
And folks will say as you lean on the old sea wall,
"Lena's been patching her Yahcob till he's got no breeches at all."
Yah! Yah! Yah! Patches big, patches small.
Yah! Yah! Yah! He's got no breeches at all.
I found this link to a Youtube Video:
I remember that Bob liked to put jam on cheese in a sandwich.
When I was 15, Bob (and his then wife Bev) gave me the best birthday present ever - a new cousin. My Dad and his brother had both had their first children on the same date, 15 years apart.
I was saddened when Bob and Bev separated, but he was so happy when he met his second wife, Lin. I was proud to be one of a select few people who were at Bob and Lin's wedding. If I remember rightly, I was also a witness. Maybe someone will correct me if I am wrong.
Every year, without fail, Bob would ring me on my birthday. I know this year I was so afraid he wouldn't be well enough to ring, or even think of it. But sure enough, the phone call came. I was so happy. He sounded cheerful, and full of spirit. I told him we were planning a visit. Little did I know it would be the last time I spoke to him. I will be forever grateful that my last words to him were "I love you".
I love you Bob, and always will. You will never be forgotten.