Robert R Reynolds

Robert R Reynolds “Bob”, 83, of Yarmouth baited his hook and cast his final line in search of the infamous “Big Catch” on December 17, 2016. He was an avid fresh water fisherman who managed to amass an impressive collection of trophy catches over the years. These were then mounted and strategically placed around the house to become focal points for some pretty colorful conversations. Speaking of which, who wants these things?!

Bob had a love-hate relationship with gardening. It was either hit or miss and he would usually miss. Not that he was a poor gardener, quite the contrary actually. He could grow a cactus in a swimming pool or apple trees in the desert. He worked diligently producing both orchards and vegetable gardens that could compete with the best of what Better Homes & Gardens has to offer. The problem was this; his craftsmanship and success had become so popular within the porcupine and deer community that they would often times use his property to host all of their birthday parties and various get-togethers. Although these events were rarely witnessed in person the direct, often times, disastrous aftermath was undeniable. His once thriving bountiful gardens reduced to near desolation almost overnight. If one has ever cleaned up after a pizza and caffeine fueled pre-school aged birthday party held at Chuck E Cheese’s then you now have a visual comparison. His efforts were not in vain, however, his hard work and dedication to his gardens undoubtedly served the hunting community well in the fall.

After he surrendered the rights to his property to the robust appetites of the neighborhood deer and porcupine societies, Bob dabbled in the arts of poultry farming as well as raising game birds. He raised bantams and quail for a time and, as the story is told, he didn’t lose them to the deer or porcupine. His memory seemed to fail when asked about what exactly DID happen to them. How many licks does it take to get the center of a Tootsie Pop; the mystery behind the Bermuda Triangle; where did his birds go…these are all equally fascinating questions! The world may never know.

Aside from having a green thumb he was also quite handy with a hammer and a bucket of nails. Bob, along with the help of a few friends, was able to build his own cabin on Upper Range Pond in Poland Spring. Although one might mention this cabin was directly attached to and should be credited as the sole inspiration behind the whole “Crooked House” movement another might also state that, due to copyright issues, he was not at liberty to discuss further. It wasn’t crooked; you just have faulty levels. It was perfect for him though which meant it was perfect for his family. They were able to enjoy it for 45 years so he must have done something right.

When he wasn’t swinging a hammer, arguing about the accuracy of levels or playing in the dirt, hunting him down closely matched the frustration level of participating in a game of “Where is Waldo”; he could be anywhere, doing anything, at any time. In his younger years he was a dedicated volunteer firefighter for the Yarmouth Fire Department before it was even considered a “cool” thing to do. Bob also worked for Lane Construction; The Snack House in Yarmouth as a short order cook; Koppers Company and retired from Security at LL Bean in 1996. After retirement, he could usually be found cuddling with his lap dog, Buffy. The term “lap dog” is subjective…if you can imagine a 50lb sack of potatoes trying to get comfortable in your lap then you can imagine what it’s like sitting with Buffy. He would sit and Buffy, in all her glory and grace (like a cow on ice), would climb on up and have a nice long visit. To the untrained eye it may have looked like some form of medieval torture but Bob never complained, he never grumbled; they just sat, for as long as time would allow, in a heap of warmth, love and questionable comfort.

Bob was predeceased by his parents; Mary E. Maguire of Yarmouth and Ralph Reynolds of Bangor. Bob is survived by his devoted and loving wife of 40 years, Donna Reynolds of Yarmouth; his brother Richard E. Maguire of Yarmouth and sister Maureen E. Allen of North Yarmouth; many nieces and nephews as well as his loyal lap dog, Buffy.

A special “Thank You” goes out to his brother, Dick and sister, Maureen for all their love and support.

Per Bob’s request, there will not be any services.

Gifts in memory of Bob may be sent to:

Yarmouth Fire & Rescue Association

PO Box 964

Yarmouth, ME 04096

Arrangements under the direction of Lindquist Funeral Home, Yarmouth, ME.