Mr. Robby Haase
January 18, 1941 – May 28, 2018
Robby Haase was born on January 18, 1941 and passed away on May 28, 2018.
Mr. Robby Haase
September 5, 2018
... The second memory that really illustrates my family’s relationship with Robby, happened when we took my aunt, who was visiting from Austria to visit him. One night he took us to San Francisco, more precisely, to the “Tenderloin District”. It was my Parents, Aunt, Brother, John and me. We ended up in front of the Condor where Robby, somehow talked us passed the guy at the door. Mind you, I was 15 and my brother was 13! When Carrol Doda (if you don’t know who this is, I recommend you google her!), finally came up on stage and did her fan dance. She went to the mic and asked, “What, is it Family Night at The Condor, tonight!”
As you all know, Robby had almost zero presence on the web. That combined with him living, “in the moment”, led to us to not having any contact info with his other close friends. My father had them, but he passed 10 years ago, this month. Would be great to chat with Marie Louise, Bob and Mary, Howie, Laird...
I’m so sorry that my family is just hearing the news of his passing. A memorial for Robby is something I would not have missed.
Robby was my own personal “Hemingway”! My entire family loved him! We are all so fortunate that we knew him well!
September 5, 2018
Robby was a true family friend. I was there when Robby and my father met. It was on Mt. Baldy, skiing. I think it was the winter of 76. They became instant, lifelong friends and the way Robby explained it to me, he noticed us because he heard my dad’s Austrian accent and the fact that, like him, in his 71 burgundy GTO convertible, we were also in a big American car, our 71 Cadillac Sedan DeVille. That’s all it took. I was around 12 years old. Robby wasn’t really into kids, but I liked him too and, I guess, I was close enough to a teenager so maybe I passed muster. When he moved back to the Bay Area, from Redondo Beach, we visited him in Mill Valley, fairly often. When I was in my early 20’s, I remember distinctly thinking to myself that I had as good a time (often better) with Robby, who was 23 years older than me, as I did with any of my friends that were my age. He was a very interesting man who had lived a very interesting life!
Robby reintroduced me to tequila. After a “bad experience”, I swore I’d never touch it again. He just overruled my objection saying, “You just haven’t had good tequila!” He was right! That round of Heradura Reposada changed my mind and to this day, “good tequila” is my favorite spirit!
He was an esteemed guest at my sister’s, mine and my brother’s weddings. Aside from my parents, he was the only person that could say that!
There were so many great experiences that I had with Robby, because every experience I had with him was memorable. That said, here are two that stand out: Spring skiing on Baldy, followed by a ride in his GTO, where we took a detour home, over the very turny, Glendora Ridge Road. With the top down, of course! Robby drove fast, but even my mother felt secure with his driving skills, notable because she didn’t feel that way about my Dad, who also liked to drive fast! What an exhilarating drive that was after an excellent day on the slopes!
To be continued...