I knew Bob for many years as a neighbor. He was always pleasant to be around. We could talk for hours.... I and many others miss him.

This one was at Abbott Pharmacy near Chicago. He did it in hopes to meet a nice girl, and most of the girls also worked there to meet a soldier, sailor, or marine. On payday, all the soldiers would go to the bar, cash their checks, and look for girls. He saw my mom from across the room but chickened out on asking her for a dance. He thought of her all week long, and he said he didn’t let it happen a second time. He saw her, and his knees got weak when she said “yes” to his request for a dance. They got married right after the war. That’s the meaning of the drawing we have set out, depicting a soldier carrying his bride across the threshold of his father’s home. My grandfather was a painter, too, and the likeness to my mother in the drawing is uncanny. She was a petite blonde with blue eyes of Finnish heritage from the Upper Peninsula (or as some might say “da UP, eh?). It’s as if the artist knew all about the story, and depicted it perfectly. They remained married and truly in love with each other until the day our mom lost her battle to cancer. But our Dad was with her all the way, never allowing anyone else to care for her in her final days. In all the years since our Mom’s passing, he never had any interest in socializing with any other woman. In fact, he had to quit swimming his laps at the Fraser pool because there were “too many women who only wanted to talk.” He was waiting to see Mom again in heaven. 
He loved the City of Detroit. He was a walking encyclopedia on the structure called The Penobscot Building located at the corner of Griswold & Congress, where he worked 37 years as a painter. He referred to it as simply “The Building”. He knew the dates each of the three buildings were built and when they were attached to each other, becoming one. He knew that the original basement had been dug with a big shovel, drawn by horses. He had stories of discovering original gas lights and fireplaces behind walls that were covered up during renovations of some of the 

DAD’S EULOGY
My father went by many names. Son. Brother. Husband. Dad. Pops. Grandpa. Gramps. Great Grandpa. Papa Great. I’m sure there were others used on the jobsite by the craftsmen he hired that are not fit for this fine company gathered here today.
Titles he was known by were: Sergeant, Elder, Deacon, Chaplain, Post Commander, but most important to him was “Christian”. He led his life by example. A quiet man who always would listen to others, and only offer advice when asked.
Born on May 9, 1920 and died on May 9, 2018. Some would say he lived to the age of 98, but he would correct them by saying he lived to the first day of his 99th year…then would point that crooked index finger at you and say “think about it”. He had a sharp wit until the end.
He was a warrior for this great country, having served honorably in the Army during WW II. But, he was also a warrior for Christ. Supporting The Lutheran Hour Ministry, Concordia College, and Peace Lutheran Church in Detroit. A Sunday School teacher. A Deacon in his church.
He loved dogs, and warm Apple Pie with cheddar cheese on it. He enjoyed a nice shot of Crown Royal with a friend or his sons along with a cold beer.
During his service in the Army, he smoked cigars. Having lived with him as his caregiver for a year and a-half, we had many good talks while watching TV in his living room or sitting in his garage watching the world pass by on Mulvey Road in Fraser. By the way, another title bestowed upon him by his neighbors there was “The Mayor of Mulvey”. He was fixture there. He knew everybody who would walk, jog, or bike past. He also knew every doggie (and every neighbor’s dog knew him because of the treats he kept for them), teaching them tricks to earn their treat.
He told us about how he met my mother, and how it was truly love at first sight. He was in the Army, and as many young soldiers did, he worked a side job. This one was at Abbott Pharmacy near Chicago. He did it in hopes to meet a nice girl, and most o

Steve,

We send our condolences to you, Jennifer, and and your family. I have fond memories of the stories your dad would tell us when we would hang out at your house. He lived a very long and full life and I know he was loved by his family and friends. Our thoughts are with you and your family. 

Ray and Shawn Choinard

American Legion Post 303, c/o Anthony Fravotta

Folds of Honor, Michigan Chapter

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the late Gladys Standfest

Robert (Lynn) Standfest

Steven (Jennifer) Standfest

Timothy (Karen) Standfest

Dearest grandfather of William (CarrieAnn), Rev. Michael (Kira), Scott, Eric, the late Corporal Jeffrey, U.S.M.C., and Jaclyn.  

Dear Papa Great of 12 great-grandchildren. 

Brother of Hazel (the late John) Kramer, the late Betty (the late Norbert) Daveloose, and the late Doris (Ellis) Zink.  

Also survived by many nieces, nephews, great-nieces, and great-nephews.

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Robert E. Standfest

9 mayo, 1920 – 9 mayo, 2018

Resurrection Funeral Home

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