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Crosman Funeral Home

40 Main Street, Lisbon Falls, ME

OBITUARY

Robert McGregor Greeley

July 2, 1936August 7, 2019

Robert McGregor Greeley was born on July 2, 1936 and passed away on August 7, 2019.

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August 17, 2019

To Kate and all family and friends of Robert Greeley's, I just want to extend my deepest sympathy for the loss of a dear man.

I only met him once and was amazed at how much you, Kate, were like him. It's so hard when the world loses a person, especially a father, who has had such a positive impact on so many, but I am sure that his values and love have been instilled in you and you will continue his legacy.

Please know you are in my thoughts and prayers every day.

Tony Redington

August 14, 2019

Part 4--Again, So throughout my life, Bob Greeley was the man, the person I would like to emulate in many ways and perhaps most important had an empathy gene which never made it to my DNA. But I could look to Bob for observing how to make it work in one's own life. And it was his moving to Maine, his impact when I was just a raw rookie as a reporter in Bellows Falls, and his reaching out to include me in relation to others which echoes to this day.

Thank you Bob.



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Tony Redington

August 14, 2019

Part 3--
But Bob was a social engineer and I ended up on one of the weekly bowling league (candle pin) teams from the paper, we from the paper would sometimes go out to lunch at Fat Boy, and there were the gatherings—again at the Greeley homestead in Woolwich.

The full year we were altogether in Maine—Bob, John and I—was 1968 when MLK and Bobby were killed and Johnson did not run for re-election and when Gene McCarthy the day after his strong showing in the NH primary carried through his commitment to come to Bowdoin College to speak on African political affairs. I was there and he did the speech and little politicking—that was Gene.

It was about three months later when Bobby was killed that I remember clearly Bob and I were in his car about lunch time and we were stopped in a gas station listening to the eulogy by Teddy for his brother.

The Times Record ended for all of us really when a strike of the back shop folks led to staff turnover and I left to go to Augusta to start part time course at U Maine Augusta which led to a Masters in Public Administration and a career in state governments in Maine/NH/VT in that chronological order.

I know that while living in Concord, NH we made a trip to Lisbon Falls during the Moxie Festival to visit a close friend of my wife's. We had the three boys in tow, but recall only a brief hello with Bob who was doing photographic work at the festival. (My three sons are alive and well—separated on friendly terms with Jackie about 1995, she passed away about 2012). Then there were two visits to Maine, one where Bob and Karen and I had lunch in Freeport (I still have the Bean carry bag I bought then and still use daily), and last year meeting in Brunswick for coffee that went less than well.

So throughout my life, Bob Greeley was the man, the person I would like to emulate in many ways and perhaps most important had an empathy gene which never made it to my DNA. But I could look to Bob for observing how to make it work

Tony Redington

August 14, 2019

Part 2--Bob's graciousness with my Mom is my recollection.

But soon our joint hero and top gun John Goodwin (he had recruited me to do a sports story on a local football game when I was drunk at the Windham Hotel one night leading to my newspaper caper) left the Times Reporter after stints as editor and State House reporter—another UVM graduate, John would turn out reams of stories daily from Montpelier, a prodigious quantity, out producing multi-reporter staffs at the Vermont capital where the Burlington Free Press, AP and Rutland Herald—Times Argus report teams were the competition. When John took over as the second editor of the Times Record in Brunswick, Me., he literally replaced two staffers, one who did the daily editing and one who did editorials.

Bob followed by myself (do not recall why I made the decision to go to Maine to work for then editor Peter Cox and editorial editor John Cole who later created the Maine Times which lasted about a decade). It is likely Bob encouraged my applying—and it was also he who led John Goodwin to join so three from the Times Reporter became entrenched in the Times Record. Bob was a factor in changing my life.

Bob and his family was in Woolwich just across the Joshua Chamberlin Bridge from Bath, I rented a room on Middle Street in Bath and was the Brunswick news reporter. But it was Bob—and John too—who helped draw me out of a shell from a background of sexual abuse, a home led by two alcoholics, and a college experience marred by a critical accidental gunshot wound that should have killed me (I was just happened to be in the same room at Norwich University where two cadets were looking over a .45 calibre pistol)--so one could say that my heritage included at least three streams of PTSD and today could not decide which was more prevalent than another.

But Bob was a social engineer and I ended up on one of the weekly bowling league (candle pin) teams from the paper.

Tony Redington

August 14, 2019


August 14, 2019

So who impacts on our lives, and what social interactions continue to affect our thinking and our approach to our lives. Bob Greeley was one of the “silent generation” like myself born during the 1930s recession through the end of WWII in 1945 when the “baby boomer generation,” the “boomers” took hold until the last few years when the following generations now rule the roost. Bob and I came from different backgrounds, worked in different areas though both involved in communications in the general sense. He was a few years my senior and I looked up to him as he administered an advertising department and had supervisory responsibilities something still foreign to me to this day. As a person slow to action but principled (I hope!) and questioning, his strength as making decisions immediately and carrying out multiple tasks as a newspaper advertising director where just to survive is a victory represented a life I would drown in within hours. A couple of Times I was with Bob when he visited his Dad who worked at the Hartness House in Springfield—his Dad had the same outgoing effervescent personality as Bob's (vice versa of course). And Bob's Dad was still employed at that time would guess in his 70s at least.

A social person, he invited me as a snob type from New England and he a Vermonter through and through (including UVM) to his home with young Tom and baby Andrea in his Saxtons River, VT home in 1964-1965, primarily to watch color TV with the Batman and Robin hilarious (to us at least) serial programs—only program I can remember. Bob hired my mom briefly for advertising sales in the new Bellows Falls-Springfield Times reporter where I became the news/sports reporter for BF—Bob worked his magic in the Springfield office. My Mom fully understanding left the paper when it became obvious to all the advertising going from a BF weekly to a daily did not generate enough advertising to support more than a part time position