Saturday, October 2, 2010
Friday, October 1, 2010
Scoutmaster's Minute
In memory of David Robison
I was Scoutmaster of troop 259 when David joined our troop. He was older and more mature than the other new scouts. I have never met anyone who was better at working with the younger boys. He sacrificed his own advancement to help others. I had to make a special effort to ensure he didn't completely sacrifice his own advancement.
I take as much pleasure at his achieving First Class as the Eagle Scout awards.
David went on my first 50 mile hike with the troop. Although he suffered from the rigors of the hike around Mt Hood, he never complained.
David was one of the finest people I have known. Although I was greatly shocked to hear of his death, his family can take comfort in knowing he left the world a better place.
Jack Savage
Troop 259
I was Scoutmaster of troop 259 when David joined our troop. He was older and more mature than the other new scouts. I have never met anyone who was better at working with the younger boys. He sacrificed his own advancement to help others. I had to make a special effort to ensure he didn't completely sacrifice his own advancement.
I take as much pleasure at his achieving First Class as the Eagle Scout awards.
David went on my first 50 mile hike with the troop. Although he suffered from the rigors of the hike around Mt Hood, he never complained.
David was one of the finest people I have known. Although I was greatly shocked to hear of his death, his family can take comfort in knowing he left the world a better place.
Jack Savage
Troop 259
Today's service
Dave S. and I started off early and headed north to Federal Way. Though it was sunny and cool at my house, the ocean clouds and a little fog in places rolled in about Kelso on up to Federal Way. We hit only light traffic and got there early. We stopped to look at books in town at Barnes & Noble and had a quick lunch at a Chinese buffet grill. We were still a bit early so we popped over to Dash Point State Park for a few minutes and then headed over to St. Luke's Lutheran Church.
We were greeted by the family, exchanged hugs, reminisced, and we introduced to more family and friends before taking our seats for the service. Rev. Bob Beckstrom led the proceedings with an invocation and we sang A Mighty Fortress.
Susan followed with the eulogy, which you can find on this blog.
We followed with readings from Psalm 23, Isaiah 25:6 - 9, and Revelations 21:1 - 5
Then we sang Amazing Grace.
The pastor then commented on Matthew 13:31 - 32 (As a mustard seed)
We followed with the Apostles' Creed and the Lord's Prayer.
After a short benediction, we ended with singing Onward Christian Soldiers.
There was a nice reception afterwards with some sandwich makings, fruit, vegetables, & pastries and cookies. We met Susan and Brian's kids and enjoyed a plate of food. Jim and Sandy (Dave's parents) commented on how much they appreciated your memories and thoughts on this page and the efforts of folks to help remember Dave. They realize that we are scattered around the country and planet and I hope to convey that they have nothing but good feelings thanks for all of you, whether physically present or not.
After some picture taking, we took our leave and headed back south with the clouds breaking and the sun setting as we passed over the Columbia river back into Oregon and a Yes song winding down as the day did. It was a nice time to think about the good friend, brother, son, and uncle Dave was with a sense that he left behind a good group of people that, while the circumstances were sad, I was happy to have seen again after so many years.
I hope to have scans of the memorial documents up on the site in the next day or two.
We were greeted by the family, exchanged hugs, reminisced, and we introduced to more family and friends before taking our seats for the service. Rev. Bob Beckstrom led the proceedings with an invocation and we sang A Mighty Fortress.
Susan followed with the eulogy, which you can find on this blog.
We followed with readings from Psalm 23, Isaiah 25:6 - 9, and Revelations 21:1 - 5
Then we sang Amazing Grace.
The pastor then commented on Matthew 13:31 - 32 (As a mustard seed)
We followed with the Apostles' Creed and the Lord's Prayer.
After a short benediction, we ended with singing Onward Christian Soldiers.
There was a nice reception afterwards with some sandwich makings, fruit, vegetables, & pastries and cookies. We met Susan and Brian's kids and enjoyed a plate of food. Jim and Sandy (Dave's parents) commented on how much they appreciated your memories and thoughts on this page and the efforts of folks to help remember Dave. They realize that we are scattered around the country and planet and I hope to convey that they have nothing but good feelings thanks for all of you, whether physically present or not.
After some picture taking, we took our leave and headed back south with the clouds breaking and the sun setting as we passed over the Columbia river back into Oregon and a Yes song winding down as the day did. It was a nice time to think about the good friend, brother, son, and uncle Dave was with a sense that he left behind a good group of people that, while the circumstances were sad, I was happy to have seen again after so many years.
I hope to have scans of the memorial documents up on the site in the next day or two.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Thanks Dave
(Contributed by Chris H.)
Thanks Dave, You will always be remembered by me for your endless desire to cheer people up. The humor may not have always seemed as tactful as we commonly think humor should be but his message was never lost and one could hardly not laugh at some level. Try to be happy. That was your message. That is what you have left with ...me. That I will keep. Here I find myself on the other side of the world when a good friend passes. The shock is slowly fading but the empty spot persists.
Thanks Dave, You will always be remembered by me for your endless desire to cheer people up. The humor may not have always seemed as tactful as we commonly think humor should be but his message was never lost and one could hardly not laugh at some level. Try to be happy. That was your message. That is what you have left with ...me. That I will keep. Here I find myself on the other side of the world when a good friend passes. The shock is slowly fading but the empty spot persists.
David Wesley Robison
David Wesley Robison
Born in Rolla, Missouri, April 26, 1965.
Died in Kent, Washington, September 21, 2010
David came in to this world at a whopping 11 pounds. He continued to live life in a big way. As a child he was known for taking apart anything within reach. Sometimes he was even able to put things back together. When he got shocked by putting a key in an outlet, he had to try again as any good scientist repeats all experiments at least once. He was an inventor and a creator. Growing up, his favorite place to shop was the thrift store because there was always some thing to buy and rebuild.
He, along with friends and family created a Puppet theater and the characters to go with it. He would put on shows at church that entertained and delivered a message. He also created a few life size costumes that were spectacular. He was also involved in the Boy Scouts.
David graduated from Oregon City High School, attended Clackamas Community, graduated from Centralia College, and Clover Park Technical College. He loved metal shop and wood working, and even taught courses to younger students.
Besides building, his other big love was music. He both bought and made many guitars in his life and loved playing them all. He played in school bands and informally with friends. He loved hard rock and Christian rock. He was innovative with his music, and according to friends, had some ground breaking ideas and inspired others in their musical ventures.
He was the unofficial chauffer of a large group of friends known as the gang, driving a big brown station wagon anywhere a couple dollars of gas would take you!
He spent four years in the Army as a Tank repairman. Spending only one day of those four years in Operation Desert Storm he still managed to travel to Turkey..
He worked many jobs using his many skills as an electrical repairman, panel creator machine repairman and more. He traveled to Singapore, Ireland, and Puerto Rico, but was always happiest at home.
He spent many years building a huge tractor from the ground up. It was functioning and big!! Although he never achieved the dream of mass producing it, he did give his sister a few grey hairs while building it in the garage. He also inspired a love of tractors in his nephew Stephen, and most generously passed on his collection of “toys”.
He built model trains and belonged to a Railroad club in Lewis County. One of his last outings was one more ride on the Chehalis Steam Train with his Mom and Dad.
Above all. David will be remembered for his kindness and generosity. The nickname Mr. Fixit fit him well. If a car broke down, or a stove needed installing he was there. He built a magnificent Swing set for his nieces and nephew to play on and a giant sandbox too! He would carefully build Lego toys for the kids to break apart. He would visit patiently with the kids without ever talking down to them, and they were always glad to see their Uncle Dave.
David is survived by his parents, Jim and Sandy Robison, his Sisters Susan and Sarah and his brothers-in- law Kyle and Brian. He is also survived by his nephew Stephen and His nieces Kristin and Kaela. He is also survived by his Aunts and Uncles and cousins.
He died in his home with his faithful dog Byron by his side. He had the Bible and the novel “The Shack” nearby, and I am sure he found comfort in those books. He now resides in glory and peace in heaven.
(Submitted by David's sister, Susan Jendryka)
Born in Rolla, Missouri, April 26, 1965.
Died in Kent, Washington, September 21, 2010
David came in to this world at a whopping 11 pounds. He continued to live life in a big way. As a child he was known for taking apart anything within reach. Sometimes he was even able to put things back together. When he got shocked by putting a key in an outlet, he had to try again as any good scientist repeats all experiments at least once. He was an inventor and a creator. Growing up, his favorite place to shop was the thrift store because there was always some thing to buy and rebuild.
He, along with friends and family created a Puppet theater and the characters to go with it. He would put on shows at church that entertained and delivered a message. He also created a few life size costumes that were spectacular. He was also involved in the Boy Scouts.
David graduated from Oregon City High School, attended Clackamas Community, graduated from Centralia College, and Clover Park Technical College. He loved metal shop and wood working, and even taught courses to younger students.
Besides building, his other big love was music. He both bought and made many guitars in his life and loved playing them all. He played in school bands and informally with friends. He loved hard rock and Christian rock. He was innovative with his music, and according to friends, had some ground breaking ideas and inspired others in their musical ventures.
He was the unofficial chauffer of a large group of friends known as the gang, driving a big brown station wagon anywhere a couple dollars of gas would take you!
He spent four years in the Army as a Tank repairman. Spending only one day of those four years in Operation Desert Storm he still managed to travel to Turkey..
He worked many jobs using his many skills as an electrical repairman, panel creator machine repairman and more. He traveled to Singapore, Ireland, and Puerto Rico, but was always happiest at home.
He spent many years building a huge tractor from the ground up. It was functioning and big!! Although he never achieved the dream of mass producing it, he did give his sister a few grey hairs while building it in the garage. He also inspired a love of tractors in his nephew Stephen, and most generously passed on his collection of “toys”.
He built model trains and belonged to a Railroad club in Lewis County. One of his last outings was one more ride on the Chehalis Steam Train with his Mom and Dad.
Above all. David will be remembered for his kindness and generosity. The nickname Mr. Fixit fit him well. If a car broke down, or a stove needed installing he was there. He built a magnificent Swing set for his nieces and nephew to play on and a giant sandbox too! He would carefully build Lego toys for the kids to break apart. He would visit patiently with the kids without ever talking down to them, and they were always glad to see their Uncle Dave.
David is survived by his parents, Jim and Sandy Robison, his Sisters Susan and Sarah and his brothers-in- law Kyle and Brian. He is also survived by his nephew Stephen and His nieces Kristin and Kaela. He is also survived by his Aunts and Uncles and cousins.
He died in his home with his faithful dog Byron by his side. He had the Bible and the novel “The Shack” nearby, and I am sure he found comfort in those books. He now resides in glory and peace in heaven.
(Submitted by David's sister, Susan Jendryka)
Sunday, September 26, 2010
The Music Man
(Contributed by Mike M.)
Dave was a couple years older then me and we went to different high schools. We met through some mutual friends at my school and as we were both active in school bands had something to talk about. Various musicians I met during the 80's had their own way of being adventurous, but none quite like Dave. He put a whammy bar on his bass, because he figured if guitar players can, why not the bass player? I remember other friends of mine who played the bass thought it was strange. Maybe it was, but while they were trying to convince kids in orchestra to borrow a violin bow because of something they saw Jimmy Page do, Dave was grabbing a welding torch and doing something original.
After high school he wrote and recorded an original song for a class called "Crusader." There was nothing unique about the song, other then Dave did everything! It was an original composition, he recorded all the parts himself for guitar, bass & drums. The vocals did require assistance in recording, but then he did all the mixing himself. Now, "musicians" do this with the aid of ProTools but in 1985 he had to do it all himself playing real instruments.
The last time I saw Dave was 1995 at an impromptu gathering for a friend in from out of town. We left the gathering at the same time and talked on our way to our cars. At the time, I would always quote Jimi Hendrix whenever I said goodbye to old friends I didn't think I'd see again. "If I don't see you no more in this world, I'll see you in the next one and don't be late." This is the last thing I said to Dave and rest assured Dave, I'll be sure to look you up when I get there.
Dave was a couple years older then me and we went to different high schools. We met through some mutual friends at my school and as we were both active in school bands had something to talk about. Various musicians I met during the 80's had their own way of being adventurous, but none quite like Dave. He put a whammy bar on his bass, because he figured if guitar players can, why not the bass player? I remember other friends of mine who played the bass thought it was strange. Maybe it was, but while they were trying to convince kids in orchestra to borrow a violin bow because of something they saw Jimmy Page do, Dave was grabbing a welding torch and doing something original.
After high school he wrote and recorded an original song for a class called "Crusader." There was nothing unique about the song, other then Dave did everything! It was an original composition, he recorded all the parts himself for guitar, bass & drums. The vocals did require assistance in recording, but then he did all the mixing himself. Now, "musicians" do this with the aid of ProTools but in 1985 he had to do it all himself playing real instruments.
The last time I saw Dave was 1995 at an impromptu gathering for a friend in from out of town. We left the gathering at the same time and talked on our way to our cars. At the time, I would always quote Jimi Hendrix whenever I said goodbye to old friends I didn't think I'd see again. "If I don't see you no more in this world, I'll see you in the next one and don't be late." This is the last thing I said to Dave and rest assured Dave, I'll be sure to look you up when I get there.
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