When I was young we spent a lot of time visiting Aunt Clara and Uncle Bob. Clara may have been my dad's closest sister, but my dad considered Bob as one of his longest friends and credited his introducing them to each other. Bobby, whom we all called Butch, was only 5 years older than me (the oldest girl Coffman cousin then but now, so sadly, the oldest cousin of all). Five years doesn't seem like a lot now that we are all just "old" together, but for kids it is a big gap as they rush toward maturity. So a first grade cousin with a crush on him was just a nuisance probably for Bobby the 6th grader, as it was too for my older cousins Junior, Don and Dan.
As you are all gathering as I write this to celebrate Bobby's life, I sit here in Maine thinking of him. We spent so much time at his parents house when I was growing up that I can still draw a picture of how the the living room was arranged. My mom and dad even bought a lot next to Bob and Clara but didn't have the money to build anything until years later (my senior year) at which time they decided to build on O'Neall.
Anyway, Karen especially and all of you are all in my thoughts today as we celebrate Butch and his life. I have added four photos that my mom had in her family albums.
Cathy Coffman