I was saddened to hear about Bob Bedoukian's death. I read with a combination of awe and sorrow his obituary (thank you, Laurie!). It is clear that he lived a full life, having a loving family (to whom he was clearly devoted) and a great career in his chosen profession - garnering many accolades along the way. What more can anyone ask, but to look back on our lives and be satisfied that we have accomplished much of what we set out to do, and that we might be dearly missed by those we love? Well-done, my old friend!
I went through Hastinge Elementary and Junior High School with Bobby - often in the same class. His home was not far from mine, and as a child I would bicycle over there to visit Bobby - and vice versa. I remember his parents, always welcoming me with heart-warming smiles when I arrived to play with Bobby when we were small. In Jr. High, we went to many of the same parties. I recall Bobby as a quiet, kind, and studious guy who paid attention in class (unlike me), and always got good grades - never getting in trouble (unlike me). He had a wry self-deprecating sense of humour, was well-liked by everyone, and seemed to float through classes easily.
In 8th Grade, I had a long spell of pneumonia, and Bobby was such a friend as to bring my school-work to my house so I could keep up with the class. I can still hear his voice down-stairs at the front door, asking my mother how I was doing, and explaining, over the rustling of dreaded assignments, what was going on in school.
It is hard to think of my childhood friend as now gone. Sometimes I imagine hopping on my bike, after attaching an old baseball card near the spokes with my mother's clothespeg, and heading over to his house once again in those days on the leaf-strewn streets of a Hastings so long past.
Ed McKernan
Rest in Peace Bob
Laurie Bean (Ross)
Here is his obit -- https://www.cornellmemorial.com/obituaries/Robert-Haig-Bedoukian?obId=32977071
Tom Livingston
I was saddened to hear about Bob Bedoukian's death. I read with a combination of awe and sorrow his obituary (thank you, Laurie!). It is clear that he lived a full life, having a loving family (to whom he was clearly devoted) and a great career in his chosen profession - garnering many accolades along the way. What more can anyone ask, but to look back on our lives and be satisfied that we have accomplished much of what we set out to do, and that we might be dearly missed by those we love? Well-done, my old friend!
I went through Hastinge Elementary and Junior High School with Bobby - often in the same class. His home was not far from mine, and as a child I would bicycle over there to visit Bobby - and vice versa. I remember his parents, always welcoming me with heart-warming smiles when I arrived to play with Bobby when we were small. In Jr. High, we went to many of the same parties. I recall Bobby as a quiet, kind, and studious guy who paid attention in class (unlike me), and always got good grades - never getting in trouble (unlike me). He had a wry self-deprecating sense of humour, was well-liked by everyone, and seemed to float through classes easily.
In 8th Grade, I had a long spell of pneumonia, and Bobby was such a friend as to bring my school-work to my house so I could keep up with the class. I can still hear his voice down-stairs at the front door, asking my mother how I was doing, and explaining, over the rustling of dreaded assignments, what was going on in school.
It is hard to think of my childhood friend as now gone. Sometimes I imagine hopping on my bike, after attaching an old baseball card near the spokes with my mother's clothespeg, and heading over to his house once again in those days on the leaf-strewn streets of a Hastings so long past.