Bobby J. Bastin

July 2, 1929April 19, 2018

BASTIN, Bobby J. age 88, of Fairborn, passed away April 19, 2018. He was born on July 2nd 1929 in Whickerville, Kentucky to the late Terry and Ruby Lawson Bastin. In addition to his parents he was also preceded in death by two siblings Terry Bastin and Mabel Scott. He was a veteran of the U.S. Air Force and retired from the Federal Aviation Administration where he worked for many years as a supervisory Air Traffic Controller. He was a long-time member of the Fairborn Rotary Club, held various leadership positions in his church and was a past president of the Fairborn Park Hills Music Club. He was a member of the Board of Directors and served as President of the Fairborn Parks Foundation.

Bob is survived by his loving wife of 67 years Doris Frazier Bastin, his brother Don Bastin, his daughters Deborah Snavely (Daniel) and Terri Nixon (Michael). He also leaves six granddaughters Katie, Ashley, Michaela, Marrisa, Kelsey and Laura as well as seven great-grandchildren.

The family will be receiving friends from 2 to 4 pm on Saturday April 28th at Burcham Tobias Funeral Home 119 E. Main St. Fairborn. A service of remembrance will follow at 4 pm, the Reverend Karen Cassedy presiding.

In lieu of flowers contributions may be made to St. Vincent De Paul of Greater Dayton or Hospice of the Miami Valley in Bob’s memory.


  • Gathering of Family & Friends Saturday, April 28, 2018
  • Service of Remembrance Saturday, April 28, 2018

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Jayne B.

April 27, 2018

Jayne B.

April 27, 2018

My family has known the Bastins for as long as I can remember. We were neighbors at the Krumm Apartments when Deb and I were toddlers. After Ron and Terri were born we moved to different neighborhoods in South Fairborn, but still got together for meals, games and various milestones in our lives. Bob was one of my best customers when I sold Girl Scout cookies and magazine subscriptions. Later I was proud to help him prepare his legendary tetrazzini trays for the St. Vincent de Paul Shelter - a big favorite over there. I'll miss hearing his stories, corny bald jokes and that unique laugh of his. Bob was a special man. So long, dear friend ...

James Webb

April 26, 2018

James Webb

April 25, 2018

I remember the first day I met Bob Bastin, in April 1956. He was a civilian employee of the Wright-Patterson AFB Air Traffic Control system, I likewise was a controller, having graduated from the Air Force Air Traffic Control school, and advanced training at Eppley Control Tower in Omaha, Nebr. On that first shift in Patterson Tower I checked in proudly wearing my Air Force uniform sporting the 2 stripes of an Airman Second Class. When I was introduced to Bob, I noticed he was all dressed up, suit, white shirt tie, looking real classy. I thought he either owned the place, or, was at least in charge. Not so, It also was his first day. We’ve had many a laugh over that.
Over the years we were good friends. Most of the air traffic employees were shift workers which provided us with unique group-gathering opportunities. With other fellow employees we played golf, went to Lake Cumberland, dinners, and some great parties, especially New Year’ Eve. Bob was always good for a laugh. Did any of the laughs have to do with Bob’s bald head? For sure.
Bob had a great effect on my life which benefited me throughout my career. We worked together from 1956 to 1976 when I was transferred to Nashville, Tennessee. The Federal Aviation Administration (FAA) took over the RAPCON (Radar Approach Control) at WPAFB, this was combined with the Dayton Control Tower at Vandalia, OH. We worked both places. During that period, I was fortunate to have Bob as my supervisor several of those years. The annual performance reports that he wrote for me resulted my achieving many unexpected goals over my career. Thanks Bob.
Mary and I remember fondly our time of friendship with Doris and Bob.

Jan Morgan

April 22, 2018

My thoughts and prayers go out to my Aunt Doris and cousins Debbie and Terri as they mourn the loss of their husband and Dad. I cherish my memories of Bob, who has always been my favorite uncle. I truly enjoyed times spent with him and Doris during visits to their home. One favorite memory was when Bob put me on my first plane flight in Dayton and talked to the pilot from the control tower so I would receive special treatment!