To the Morlang family, please accept these words of condolence and prayer for peace at this time. Bob was a wonderful inspiration and a source of great wisdom. He always left a lasting impression, as most great leaders often do. God bless you Bob!

God Bless you Brother,you were a True Gentle man and Leader of Men..Till we meet again may God Hold you in the Hollow of His Hand...Bro. Kevin Grace 711

Upon the request of many, following is the eulogy as given by Bob's sister at his funeral:

Eulogy: from the Greek for “good word” or “praise.” In direct opposition to the immortal Shakespeare’s Antony then, I have come to praise my brother.

The very idea would have horrified Bobby. Always the perfectionist, my brother shunned applause for his many good works. Instead of seeing the superior job that had already been done, Bob focused on the gaping chasm between what he had been doing and the work yet left to do. To those of us who knew him, that gaping chasm existed only in Bob’s mind. He had already done an outstanding job.

Perfectionist is just one of the things my brother was called. For throughout his life, like the biblical Joseph and his coat of many colors, the titles Bob has worn have been varied and many.

He was never a “Rob.” And although he was named for our father, unless you wished to suffer some very dire consequences of my brother’s invention, neither was he ever referred to as “Junior.” 
“Bobby” as his mother has always called him to distinguish him from our father, or just plain “Bob.”

As children, we watched and became fans of “The Great Escape.” My brother then took up for himself the mantle of “Big X.” For those unfamiliar with the movie, “Big X” was the architect of the tri-tunnel system, Tom, Dick and Harry, which the Allied prisoners of war used to escape the Nazis. 

My brother or rather, “Big X” took his role as mastermind very seriously, initiating late night secret planning meetings after our parents had fallen asleep and digging up the yard with help from his kid sister. Mom understandably dissuaded us from this activity which had become injurious to her ground cover and lilac bushes. So afterwards, makeshift tunnels using multiple blankets and various articles of furniture inside the spare room proved a good solution for all.

“Scientist Robert” was another moniker my brother chose for himself. This name suited him well for everyone who remembers his boyhood experiments. These ranged from thankfully being prohibited from making nitro glycerin in the house using nothing more than the contents of his children’s chemistry set to his attempt at reviving my dead pet frog by placing it on the exposed sparkplug of his go cart and starting the engine. Those of us who were there to witness the frog’s extraordinary post mortem flight across the yard would not soon forget it I can tell you.

Then there are the names others have chosen to call my brother. “Mentor” is one Bob proudly wore for so many members of his beloved Boy Scouts. It was one of his life’s greatest pleasures to pass on his knowledge and training to those younger than himself. 

One of his troop leaders kindly told me Bob was also often referred to as “Amazin’ Bob” because of his ability to fix all manner of equipment and machinery and because he had a knack for problem solving and getting the job done at the speed of sound.

From a young age, Bob was “Mr. Fix-it,” able to adjust handlebars and put the slipped chains back on any neighborhood child’s bicycle. Thus also explaining his nickname “The Pied Piper” for children followed him throughout his life, listening to his explanations for the reasons for things.

I was one of those followers but to my brother’s credit, I never remember him chastising his kid sister or teasing me by calling me “tag-a-long” for it. It may have had something to do with me being a tomboy and my willingness to help build tree houses and go carts with him. But in actuality, it probably had more to do with Bob being the natural leader that he always was.
“Mr. My Way or the Highway” was applied to him for Bob’s tendency to be right and unyielding on his particular stance and outlook regarding opinion and point of view. 

“Imaginative” fit as well because it was only his creative imagination that allowed Bob, with his good friend Rollie Pierson, to transform fallen tree branches into the handlebars of motorcycles. Of course, my brother outfit his particular branch with electrical tape, making the handgrips. He also drew paper oil pressure and speed gauges which he attached with tape to the branch as well. Then he and Rollie ran, shouting engine sounds and racing their motorcycles for hours up and down the dirt road that ran next to our summer cottage.

My brother was a “list maker.” From various motivational speakers I have listened to, a list should be started at the beginning of the day and satisfaction may be gained from achieving at most perhaps the completion of one quarter to one half of the items listed. 

This would not do for Bobby. A list was started early every day and each and every item on it HAD to be done by the end of the day. This was because my brother knew he would write himself another long list the next day which must be fully achieved.

We all knew he would be “Fireman Bob” when he grew up. From the time he had a metal fire truck push car, my brother always seemed destined to become a fireman. The clincher certainly was the day Michael Murphy came over to our house with his mother’s book of matches.

Now every neighborhood has a Michael Murphy; the naughty kid, doing what he wasn’t supposed to and staying out way past his curfew. Michael came over one day and surreptitiously took from his pocket a book of matches that he had swiped from his mother’s bureau. 

Michael was going to show Bob and I how the matches could be lit and I stood spellbound as he extracted the “bad thing” from his pocket. Just as he brought them out, we looked around to see that it was only he and I standing there, my brother had disappeared. 

I don’t think Michael even had time to strike the first match he held. All of a sudden, my brother came racing round the corner of the house to the backyard where Michael and I were standing. Without a word of warning, he took from behind him, my parent’s garden hose which had already been turned on and had been kinked to prevent any spillage. Full blast my brother turned the hose on Michael, dousing him with the cold water from head to foot. 

My brother’s answer to Michael’s spluttered “Why” was “Don’t play with matches!” We never knew how Michael explained his sopping wet clothes to his mother as he beat a hasty retreat.

Of course Bob became a fireman. But what few people knew was that Bob had a lifelong fear of fire, bordering on a phobia. Just imagine the kind of courage it took him to go through firefighter’s training and to actually work as a volunteer fireman. So add “courageous” to his list of names.

Bob was fascinated from a young age with policemen. It may have had something to do with his interest in cop shows as a child. Oh how he loved to watch the car chases and I’m sure almost everyone here knows how much he loved cars. But I think the first time he saw one of those black-and-whites pull up onscreen with the lettering, “To protect and serve” is what really did it.

For that was the legacy of my brother’s life, servitude. Anyone, whether stranger or cherished friend, who needed a hand, immediately found BOTH of Bob’s hands ready and able to provide assistance. He never stood still nor even slowed down the entirety of his life. 

Without fanfare or even before the recipient of his help could offer thanks, my brother was dashing off again to the next job, meeting, campground, what have you. He was kinda like a superhero sometimes, without the cape. I think the cape may have slowed him down just a bit and that was something my brother would have never tolerated.

He lived his life in perpetual fast forward, maybe because he knew he had only a limited time to finish what he was here to do. 

When death came for him, Bob was doing what he wanted to do; he was where he wanted to be. He was snowshoeing in the pristine wilderness, hiking with his treasured Boy Scouts. He sat down on the trail when he could, for the first time in his life, no longer keep up. As he looked out over the landscape, his friends heard him comment, “It’s so beautiful, so peaceful.” And then he leaned back and closed his eyes and was gone.

There was no pain, no suffering. As the Native Americans say, “Hoka Hey!” It was for my brother a good death. 

But for those of us he left behind, 50 years and two months minus seven days was way too fast and way too short. The unfairness of his untimely passing leaves a great hole both within us and without. And this hole requires an explanation, a reason to attempt to dissuade us from the anger and pain that this terrible injustice has conjured up.

But there is no answer, no reason good enough to explain why we who loved him are now bereft of his physical presence. It is simply our frail and very human nature to ask these questions for which there are no answers.

Perhaps some solace may be found in the fact that even our savior, as he hung nailed to the cross cried out, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” For we ALL feel forsaken by my brother’s abrupt absence from this life. We needed more time.

And perhaps, this is where my brother’s greatest role, most honored name may fall, “Teacher.” Let his sudden passage teach all of us not to wait, not to forget to tell the ones we love how much they mean to us; to show them that we truly care and are grateful to them for sharing our lives.

May we all strive to complete the work Bob started.  And let my brother’s life stand on its own merits, both good and for those things left undone. For in the final analysis, his life, though short, can only be judged as a job well done.

Our condolences to the Morlangs on the loss of their son and brother.  Bob was our neighbor on Schooley Pond. We remember his straightforward can-do attitude and his natural, easy going manner with kids of all ages.  Bob always took time to answer our son's questions about how cars, boats and machines worked and always offered him an extra lesson on safety.  He will be missed by all of us.  

Pete Bohn and Ali Hettinger, Adlai and Freya

I was one of his batch mates during our Electrical Technician traings in 2002. All I can say, I have never seen more humble person than him in my whole life. 
Without doubt, he was a gentleman. We miss him.

I haven't seen Bob in a number of years, but am feeling the loss.  May he be preparing the path for rest of us.  We will meet again my friend.

Bob,
 Thank You for all the help you gave to the Many  People over the Years , You will be deeply missed, May God Bless You and Your Family, Thanks for the friendship over all these Years ,You where Always there in need..Your in a good place now.. Keep Helping in your own way..

I have been retired for 6 years.  I don't know a lot of those who passed away, but I do remember Bob.  He was quick with a handshake and a smile.  He always wanted to know how you were doing.  Bob, may you rest in Gods right hand...
Eric

Bob always was smiling when I saw him,even when times were difficult.
His moto was "WE can get through it"
A true scout to the end.

I am writing this to express deep sorrow.

I knew Bob for a very long time and shall always remember him. He was the most kind hearted person that I have been blessed in knowing. In fact, I shall always be thankful to God for the loving friend that He blessed me with.

I have a strong belief that, every person whom we meet plays a very important role in our lives and helps us to complete our journey of life. Every person, directly or indirectly, teaches us some very important lesson in life; and Bob has taught me many.

Civilization is a place where men rise and fall like the winter wheat. The dawn brings new rays every day yet there are some people who rise every day and bring to life, cherished memories, teachings and faith that help us sail the journey of life. 

May God bless his soul.
 
Our thoughts and prayers are with you, and we are sharing the burden of this great grief. May God bless the Morlang family.

With love and sympathy, 
Jose & Nancy Ithier

Carl,
We are sorry for your lost.  You are in our thoughts.
Louise, Mr. George, and Jimmy

I was a Scout that met Bob when he counseled me in the Atomic Energy merit-badge. From that point forward, he's always been one of my heroes.

Our thoughts and prayers to Bob's family and friends.  Bob was a giver.  To think of the lives of all those he has touched.

To the Morlang family, We have lost one of the Greatest lights in Masonry,A true Brother, leader and friend. May his memory set an example for the future of our great Fraternity and Illuminate their pathway with his golden rays of truth. 
W. Robert Valentine and the Brothers of Hoffman Lodge #412 F&AM Middletown NY

Bob performed 100 years work in 50. You are my hero and will always be the standard by which I lead my life. The gang at IPEC is very saddened. I will cherish the memory of you forever. RIP my friend.

With deepest sympathy to the Morlang Family.  May your memories comfort you in
your time of sorrow.

I feel truly blessed to have known Bob through the Order of the Eastern Star.  He was a wonderful man who gave so much of his time to help others.  A true leader and a wonderful role model. My deepest sympathy goes out to his family. RIP my friend....

Grief can be so hard, but our special memories help us cope. Remembering you and your loved one today and always.

My thoughts and prayers are with you in your time of grief.  May your memories bring you comfort.

Our sincere condolences to the Morlang family

To the older brother I never had from the little brother you never had; a deep bear hug and gut-wrenching THANKS!!

We have a cabin next to the Morlang's on Schooley Pond.  Bob had things that we didn't have, like a jet ski, dirt bikes, a Corvette.  Our oldest son's first time driving a car (I think he was 14) was Bob's 'vette.  How about that for a memory?  You just knew if he was out on the lake on the jet ski that at some point he would either offer to give the boys a ride or as they got older, let them take it out for themselves.  Both of our boys went through Scouting, Bob was right there, augmenting their Scouting experience.  It could be orienteering, or something as simple as how to properly clean a fish, not just catch it.  He was a truly unique person and we are all incredibly saddened by his premature passing.  We too, look forward to seeing him again one day.

Extending my deepest sympathy to Dolores, Bob Sr. and Beverly and my God hold you in the palm of his hand during this trying time. Bob was a very special person to all who had the privilege of knowing him. His dedication to Scouting, the Masonic Fraternity, the Order of the Eastern Star and the Masonic youth groups was exemplary. We shared many great times throughout the years but it was an honor serving as DDGM and DGL together in the Order of the Eastern Star in 2002. He was a very special friend and he will be missed. Rest in peace my friend.

Bob was the best example of a scouter that I have ever know. He was certainly one of a kind and will never be forgotten by the many people he touched during his life. Bob always seemed to turn up when you needed a hand, and there was nothing that he couldn't do. Bob and his family are in my thoughts and prayers.

Thank you Bob for all the wonderful memories. We will miss you and never forget you. You were a wonderful leader and mentor to all who had the honor of knowing you.

February 15, 2011                    

You are sadly missed. We had a lot of good times with you. Love, Joseph and Matthew Long

Thank You Bob for all the great times and also helping me grow up. You will be so missed.

he will be miss he was a great person to know

To the Morlang's and Bob's great extended family; we have seen the fruits of Bob's influence in the success of his 'Lil brother' Carl; may his legacy be that he inspires each one of us to do something for God and country.

Bob was a great person whom I have known for 40 years.  We grew up together in Springville PA at Schooley pond.  He really enjoyed working with kids and will be remembered by alot of people for all the great work he did with these organizations.  I will remember Bob for the great times we had together. Rollie Pierson (Saco Maine, Springville PA)

Bob,Dolores,beverly,
 Isend this with fond memories, bob growing up with Robin&Rollie,We loved bob with all our hearts,May god be with you during this sad time and always know I am here if you need a friend,All my love Nina Pierson Segeske,

I first met Bob when I joined Troop 7 many years ago.  Bob was there through it all.  From instructing the young scouts on how to make a Chippewa kitchen to teaching us first aid, he had an enormous impact on every person he met.  I recall a time I had called Bob when I was having trouble tracking a deer I had taken during hunting season.  Not only did Bob talk me through finding it, but he also offered to drive up to help me at 9:00 at night to help me locate it.  He was the type of person who would drop everything at a moments notice to help another.  Bob was a great person and I am proud for knowing him.  He will be missed.  My sincere condolences to the Morlang family.

Our sincere condolences to the Morlang family. Bob's friendly face will be missed deeply at the lake, as will be his jetskiing skills : ) 50 is far too young, but he managed to pack a lot into his life. God bless you all.

Bob was, in my eyes, the greatest person that ever lived. Not just what he accomplished himself, but what he helped others accomplish. I can't even imagine how he managed to do so many things in his life and still be apart of so many programs like the boy-scouts and the masons. He has touched many lives, including mine. I will miss his great stories and his incredible humor.

My deepest sympathies to Bob's family.  He will be greatly missed.  I will always remember that if I needed him at any Scout fuction to assist me with some medical issue that he was right there no questions asked.  Even the few times that he helped me out on checkin days at TriMount.  May he watch over us in death as he did in life. And may he enjoy all the beauty that is now at his every turn.

My sincerest condolences to Bob's family. I knew Bob through Scouting, mostly at Camp Tri-Mount, Order Of The Arrow or Woodbadge functions. Bob would always extend a friendly smile and a warm greeting. He will be missed.

My sincere sympathies to the Morlang's who have always treated me like family and I offer deep appreciation to both them and Bob.  Bob's approach to life was that of honest volunteer service and mentorship whose unparalled dedication and influence can never be measured.

Bob will always and forever be remembered. I count myself lucky and grateful and honored to have him as my masonic brother.

My deepest sympathies to the Morlang family and Vickey. Bob and I had been friends in Scouting since the mid-1980's. He was a larger-than-life character, who impacted the lives of so many young people. I can't believe he's gone, but I trust I will see him again one day.

Our Deepest Sympathy to the Family, he will be missed by many in CON_ED. he was extrodinary man

My condolences to Bob's family and friends. Take comfort in the knowledge that his life had a positive impact on many. He worked briefly with my son Christopher who also aspires to the rank of Eagle scout. I frequently encourage my son to ask himself "what would Bob Morlang do?" Heaven has recently become a better place with the addition of Bob's immortal soul. God bless Bob Morlang, rest in peace Bob.

My deepest sympathies to all the family, friends, and co-workers who knew Bob.  He was a wonderful role model for the Boy Scouts.  Bob was a strong and caring man who could make made everyone around him feel special.  His friendship was a gift to us all.  Bob will be missed.

My deepest sympathies to all of Bob's family and friends.  I have known Bob for many years throught the Boy Scouts.  We have shared many a fun time and worked hard together making Camp Tri Mount a better place for the youth of Scouting.  He will be truely missed by all who knew him.
Chris Algozzine
Cairo, NY

Our Deepest Sympathy to the Family, he will be missed by many he was extrodinary man.

May God bless you and your family in this time of sorrow. Bob was a great Scout, leader, inspiration and friend who helped our son in many ways in Boy Scouts.  His smile and laughter will be missed by all, especially us.  Bob's dedication to Scouting principles and his strong positive influence on the lives of the young men will be felt for years to come.

Our condolences to Bob's family. His service to the community was exemplary.  Thank you Bob, for all that you did with our boys. You set an example that showed the true scouting spirit.  You will be missed but you have touched the hearts of so many and will not be forgotten. May  you rest in peace.

You will always live in our hearts and prayers.

I am very sad to learn of Bob's passing.  I knew him through scouting in Kingston, and Bob was a great inspiration, leader, friend and teacher to so many young men in the Boy Scouts.  I know that both my son and I valued his enthusiasm, his spirit, and kindness.  He will be sorely missed by all.

OBITUARY

Robert Morlang Jr.

December 19, 1960 – February 12, 2011

Michael J. Higgins Funeral Service Inc.

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