Bob Seaton passed in 1993. I knew him since we went to 6th grade at Roosevelt School. Those who remember Bob know what a lively, crazy guy he could be. We all miss him.
I surely miss Bob Seaton, Loved his personality. He and I got Most Talkative in our Senior year. I missed our last year at Sequoia the most. It is so heart wrenching to see our Classmates pass, and they will never be forgotten.
Bob, Steve Andersen and I shared a one-bedroom apartment off-campus of Central Washington State during the 69-70 school year. Because Steve joined us for Spring Quarter, he ended up on the couch. Bob had the bedroom and I slept in a day bed in the living room. Tight quarters!
Because we were impoverished students, we qualified to get Food Stamps. So, with the first batch, we threw a big party and served steak. In a few days, we were out of food again.
for our sophmore and junior years I was part of a group that included Bob, Eric Kruger, David Frylank and David Echols. Bob was the wild and crazy guy of the group. I remember we were out one night drinking and cruising in David Echols' mom's station wagon. Eric drank too much and barfed in one of the foot wells of the back seat. Bob suggested we get Erick home before he barfed again. So, we drove to Eric's house, slowed down and kind of rolled him out the car door and on to his front lawn and immediately drove off. Bob then suggested that we go to the local self serve car wash and try and clean up the mess in the back seat. We hosed it down as best we could and then returned to our respective homes. I remember that Bob lived on Upton Street across from the ball fields at Roosevelt School. Most of the other events that occured with our group during those years will have to remain unpublished to protect the innocent/guilty. May you rest in peace, Bob.
Sadly, I cannot find Bob in the video. However, like usual, he managed to create some madness at that gathering.
As you can see, the crowd was packed tightly. We were on our way toward the exits. Bob turned abruptly, looking for me. In the process, he bumped into a very large, very mean looking guy, who took offense.
"Did you just hit me?" asked the big guy.
"No, it was him," Bob replied, pointing at an innocent bystander.
Big Guy decided to address his grievance with the bystander. Bob caught up to me, grabbed my arm and said, "we better get outta here."
Dave Frykland
Bob Seaton passed in 1993. I knew him since we went to 6th grade at Roosevelt School. Those who remember Bob know what a lively, crazy guy he could be. We all miss him.
Alene McCarthy (Karthas)
Thanks, Dave. Bob was a good guy for sure! We appreciate the year of his passing.
Alan Edward Duncan
I spent many hours trap shooting and duck hunting with Bob. He always made me laugh.
Sharon Emick (Sanchez)
I surely miss Bob Seaton, Loved his personality. He and I got Most Talkative in our Senior year. I missed our last year at Sequoia the most. It is so heart wrenching to see our Classmates pass, and they will never be forgotten.
Dave Frykland
Bob, Steve Andersen and I shared a one-bedroom apartment off-campus of Central Washington State during the 69-70 school year. Because Steve joined us for Spring Quarter, he ended up on the couch. Bob had the bedroom and I slept in a day bed in the living room. Tight quarters!
Because we were impoverished students, we qualified to get Food Stamps. So, with the first batch, we threw a big party and served steak. In a few days, we were out of food again.
Bob and Steve remained in Ellensburg.
Thomas Artru
for our sophmore and junior years I was part of a group that included Bob, Eric Kruger, David Frylank and David Echols. Bob was the wild and crazy guy of the group. I remember we were out one night drinking and cruising in David Echols' mom's station wagon. Eric drank too much and barfed in one of the foot wells of the back seat. Bob suggested we get Erick home before he barfed again. So, we drove to Eric's house, slowed down and kind of rolled him out the car door and on to his front lawn and immediately drove off. Bob then suggested that we go to the local self serve car wash and try and clean up the mess in the back seat. We hosed it down as best we could and then returned to our respective homes. I remember that Bob lived on Upton Street across from the ball fields at Roosevelt School. Most of the other events that occured with our group during those years will have to remain unpublished to protect the innocent/guilty. May you rest in peace, Bob.
Dave Frykland
This refers back to the 1965 Teen Fair at the San Mateo County Fairgrounds. A video exists at the following:
https://diva.sfsu.edu/collections/sfbatv/bundles/209393
Sadly, I cannot find Bob in the video. However, like usual, he managed to create some madness at that gathering.
As you can see, the crowd was packed tightly. We were on our way toward the exits. Bob turned abruptly, looking for me. In the process, he bumped into a very large, very mean looking guy, who took offense.
"Did you just hit me?" asked the big guy.
"No, it was him," Bob replied, pointing at an innocent bystander.
Big Guy decided to address his grievance with the bystander. Bob caught up to me, grabbed my arm and said, "we better get outta here."
And we did.