Patricia Joan Robbins

It is with sadness that we announce the closure of Patricia Joan Robbin’s life on this earth. She was Patricia to some, Pat to others. Patricia was born September 12th, 1931on Long Island, off of Digby Neck, NS. In a small fishing village called Freeport. She was the 4th of 6 children born to Lloyd and Helen (Churchill) Blackford. She married a young man also from the ‘island’ (George Bernard Robbins) on December 12, 1953 at age 22. She and George both went to Acadia University where she studied Arts. She worked for many years for the Department of Health in Halifax in an administrative capacity.

Being mariners from their childhood, she and George enjoyed sailing as a hobby. They sailed for many years locally and also bigger adventures like heading south to the Bahamas. With the company of her brother and sister in law they took a boat from Halifax down the eastern seaboard and left it there to sail in the sunny south year after year in the winters. They also loved to travel, which consisted of many cruises and even pulling a trailer at times.

Patricia was an intelligent, steadfast, quiet and determined lady who was kind and respectful to others. She was always happy to see you and interested in what you were doing. She was faithful to George all of their days together (60 years), until his passing in June of 2017. They had so much fun together and truly were always together, enjoying each other’s company no matter what they did. He was her buddy! George made sure she was well taken care of, in his lifetime and far after his passing. Her determined character enabled Patricia to continue on by herself.

Patricia is survived by her brother, Bradford Lloyd Blackford, sister in law (Vera Blackford) and brother in law (Lindsay Robbins), as well as numerous nieces and nephews. She was predeceased by her parents and also her 4 sisters (Louise Parker, Jean Riston, Barbara Tees, and Mary Lou Blackford).

Patricia (like all of her siblings) loved down home…meaning Freeport. They had so many sweet memories of their childhood that stayed with them all their lives. They loved to return there whenever they could. It is lovely and fitting that her remains will rest again on the island in Pleasant Hill Cemetery, Tiverton, on the other end of Long Island, right beside her George.

So whether the storm king whitens its shoals,

Or whether by soft winds fanned,

I love the sound of the sea as it rolls

In the hollow of God’s hand;

For I was born within sound of its waves,

And it shall be to me

The song of all songs that I love the best,

The roar of the grey old sea, the laugh of the summer sea.

(Evelyn Richardson)

A special mention of gratitude to Home Instead and DePaul Hall for their compassionate care.

A private graveside ceremony will be held at a later date.