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Carol Ann Lane (Wagner) posted a condolence
Monday, June 13, 2011
Dear Peter, Marty and Richard: I just heard from Greg Callahan that Uncle Bob had passed away. I'm so sorry...Jan and Bob meant the world to my mom. I saw Greg only because my husband passed away this week and they were good friends. I'm sorry I didn't realize what had happened and my heart goes out to you. I haven't a home phone number so maybe we didn't get the message and I want you to know we would have been there for you. I have a cell you can reach me at 207-468-9760 ... please leave a message and a number I can reach you at... I love you all and have such good memories of the times we spent with Uncle Bob and Aunt Jan. I only hope someone gets this soon. I will be turning off this e-mail address soon...I have a work address caroll@baileysign.com. This message may go to cyberspace...I do want all of you to know I care and think of you often.
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Marty Chenard posted a condolence
Monday, May 2, 2011
I think these stories are all just wonderful ways for all of us to share our experiences with Dad/Grandpa/Bobby ect. ...Some stories I found especially informative like ... Jon, FYI Regarding: "It was no secret that some times, I'd tell my parents that I wasn't feeling well, just so that I could stay home from school so that I could go over to Nana and Papas." *** It was no secret ... we knew! FYI Regarding: "We never had a car jack at home and always thought this was the neatest 'toy'. It was probably pretty dangerous but I'd take his car jack and get Nana's Gremlin jacked off the ground as high as it would go, then pretend to look under the car and make any necessary 'repairs'." *** OMG ... I didn't know that ... but you're too old to be in trouble now!!!
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Jonathan Chenard posted a condolence
Sunday, May 1, 2011
It's no secret that Papa loved his garden, he was always meticulous and proud of his work. On one particular day, I was at his house and we went into the backyard together to inspect his rhubarb. One thing I remember about Papa is that he loved his rhubarb. I had never had such a thing, never mind seen rhubarb before this particular growing season.
We inspected his garden w/ pride and we began to cut the long stalks of rhubarb, he was prouder than proud probably because he knew Nana would be having to make pie. He took one long stock in particular, wiped it with his shirt, took a bite and chewed with a wry smile and great satisfaction.
Given his delight I immediately was excited to have the next bite imagining that rhubarb must be the sweetest most succulent fruit of them all. When I took that first [and maybe last bite of rhubarb] I was shocked at the bitter, sour taste and immediately spit it out. All Papa could do was grin and laugh.
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Jonathan Chenard posted a condolence
Sunday, May 1, 2011
This is not so much a story but more of a confession of something I used to do at Papa's house and somehow managed to never get caught...
I was always curious about Papa's interest in cars and fascinated by how he tinkered around the garage. As a little boy, I knew very little about cars other than the fact that I liked going for rides w/ Nana, especially when she drove fast.
It was no secret that some times, I'd tell my parents that I wasn't feeling well, just so that I could stay home from school so that I could go over to Nana and Papas.
Well, on some occasions when I wasn't really sick I'd either find myself in the basement digging around to see what I could get myself into or in the garage playing "auto-mechanic".
I fondly remember the basement sort of being 'off limits', I'm not sure if it was because the stairs were dangerous, the second one from the top in particular or if someone didn't want me seeing the automotive calendars with the pictures of pretty girls on them.
Anyway, on these days when I'd be over, Papa would be at work and Nana would let me play in the garage. We never had a car jack at home and always thought this was the neatest 'toy'. It was probably pretty dangerous but I'd take his car jack and get Nana's Gremlin jacked off the ground as high as it would go, then pretend to look under the car and make any necessary 'repairs'.
Of course, I didn't make any and what I was doing was super dangerous but I was curious and it was a lot of fun. I figure if Papa ever caught me I would have been a goner…
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Priscilla Blasko, John, Joey and Tommy Kinsella posted a condolence
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Our thoughts and prayers are with the entire family. Mr. Chenard was a lovely, dignified and distinguished man. He was a pleasure to be around. We were all lucky to have had him in our lives in some capacity. He will be remembered with great respect and admiration.
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Marion Smith posted a condolence
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Dear Jan We were sorry to read the sad news about Bob. Though our meetings with him were few, we did enjoy his company. I'm sure he'll be greatly missed. In case you don't recognize the name, Jan, we worked together at R.H. White's and Bay State. It's been awhile! Sincerely, Marion (& Vin) Smith
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Peter Chenard posted a condolence
Monday, April 25, 2011
My Dad did not tell a lot of stories about his time on Attu but did relate a very sad story about a young soldier from England. This young British soldier was a coast watcher, which meant that he would either parachute onto an island or land on the island with a dingy. These coast watchers would then communicate the navy and air activity around the island. This particular chap was on a South Pacific island for over two years! He was returning home by way of Attu where his aircraft stopped to refuel. During the refueling, the young soldier got off the plane to get a snack and chat it up with the guys there (coast watching was a lonely business). The flight crew called for him when the aircraft was refueled and the soldier broke into a sprint to get to the aircraft. Unfortunately, they were starting engines and the young man ran into one of the props and was killed instantly. My Dad remembered the sight forever and could not come to terms with the danger that this young man survived spending over two years on an enemy controlled island and then to die by freak accident.
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Marty Chenard posted a condolence
Sunday, April 24, 2011
In the early 50's, we lived on West Street in Biddeford. Well, at the end of our long drive way, my brother and I used to "tear up the turf" on our bikes. Well, one day, Dad called me over and told me I was 'NOT" to go near this certain flower in the drive way. He said it was a rare, "Batchelor Button" flower and that we needed to protect it. In other words, he meant that I shouldn't run over it with my nasty bike. Who would have thought? Over 60 years ago, here was a man who respected dying species and wanted to protect them. That was Dad.
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Marty Chenard posted a condolence
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Dad used to love taking us horn poutin' over at our lot on Swan Pond. One night, we were over by the "big rock" and Mom pulled up the nastiest fighting fish she ever did catch. When she got it in the boat, she started screaming, and this "thing" was sloshing all around the boat ... and it looked like a snake! Well, right about then, all you could see was Dad shooting straight up out of his seat ... and about a foot high. I never knew he was such a good jumper. I'm sure you can guess the rest of the story. He took that eel home, soaked it in vinegar overnight, and ate it the next day.
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Marty Chenard posted a condolence
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Most of you never heard this story. After Dad moved to Massachusetts, his cousin Conrad convinced him to "take up golfing". Well, Dad subscribed to: "If it ate worms, or it could be caught on a hook ... or if you could shoot it, it was a fun thing to do." Anyway, Dad bought a golf bag and a whole bunch of golf clubs. As I recall, he went out only a couple times and gave it up after refusing to buy any more golf balls. I think Mom sold the clubs a couple of years later, just to get them out of the garage. And that ... ended Dad's career as a golf pro.
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Marty Chenard posted a condolence
Sunday, April 24, 2011
As you all know, Dad loved his cars. When I was a kid, Dad owned a 49' Chevy. He took it every doggone place he could. Today, they would award that Chevy a SUV Award just for surviving where Dad took it. Anyway, he decided it was time for a new car, so Dad sold the car to Don Tousignant. He told us all, that the "car was on its last leg's" so he could buy his next New car. We moved to Massachusetts, and three years later, he bumped in Don Tousignant ... who was still driving the car and proclaiming what a great car it was. Just goes to show you how solid they made cars in the old days. By the way ... Dad never did get over that fact that the ol' Chevy just wouldn't quit.
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Marty Chenard posted a condolence
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Dad use to love telling the story about Pauli and his BIG pickerel. We all used to fish Robert's Pond in the old days ... pickerel was always the familiar catch. I wasn't there, but apparently one day, Pauli caught the biggest pickerel he had ever caught in his whole life. When he got it about 2 feet from shore, the pickerel broke the line. Pauli being Pauli, jumped in the water and started kicking it like mad trying to kick it up on shore. After a whole lot of splashing, the pickerel went flying up on shore and Pauli took his prize home.
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Marty Chenard posted a condolence
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Dad told me the story about how he once had straight hair. Then, when he was young, he had scarlet fever. He said it almost killed him, but when he came through it, his hair had curled and stayed that way.
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Kristofer Eastman Chenard posted a condolence
Sunday, April 24, 2011
I have so many great memories of weekends at the house in Worcester when my parents were away (and getting to stay up late!), cookouts, dinners and holidays with my grandfather and of course taking walks with Grandpa around the neighborhood, yard, and through his garden.
I thought that I would share a funny memory of my Grandfather from when I was around 9 years old. After dinner one night at the house in Worcester we all helped to clean up the dining room and put the leftovers away. I had to use the bathroom so I went down the hall and pushed open the door. The bathroom door wasn't shut but was closed most of the way. As I opened the door I saw my grandfather standing over the toilet and I immediately felt embarrassed because I thought I had walked in on him going to the bathroom. As he turned to look at me I realized that he was using a spoon to scoop leftover corn into the toilet bowl. He looked me in the eye and said in a very serious tone: "Shhhh! She'll make me eat it!"
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Victoria Chenard posted a condolence
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Robert was my father-in-law, a gentleman in every sense of the word. He was kind, caring, thoughtful, honest and good, a true family man. He loved the holidays, spending time with the family and enjoyed home cooking and especially the desserts. He would examine the garden when he came over to visit and always had excellent advice. He was never demanding and was a joy to be around. A man of few words and a ton of wisdom. Dad I love and miss you.
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Erica Chenard posted a condolence
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Everything he did was purposeful and well thought out. My grandfather would sit quietly at the dinner table listening to the chatter around him, his perceptive eyes taking stock of the family. When my mom served the strawberry shortcake for dessert at Easter one year, my grandpa took a bite. He sat for a moment, gently nodding his head. Looking up from his plate, he said with a little grin, "Tastes like more." Those three words were enough for all of us to erupt into laughter. He was often a man of few words, but those that he did say were always packed with shrewd intelligence or something deeply meaningful.
He brought that careful thoughtfulness to more than just our dinner table conversation. As a kid, I remember going out into my grandparents' backyard in Worcester, Massachusetts. When I was very little, it seemed like a jungle - there were flowers everywhere, their colors little explosions of pink and purple - and I would wander around in awe. As I got a bit older, I realized that my grandfather worked quite hard to keep his garden looking so beautifully vibrant. He knew so much about all the plants in his garden, as well as the birds that took refuge in these plants. One day I was in the yard examining a bush that I had never come across before. The striking silvery green hue of the plant drew my young curiosity. I tentatively touched a frond; my eyes widened as I discovered that it was incredibly soft to the touch. When I asked my grandfather about it, he told me it was called a Silver Mound Artemisia. Before I left that night, he had cut a small piece of it for me to bring home and plant for myself. My mom helped me plant it in a flower bed at home, and I remember my excitement at having such a unique plant in my family's garden. These small gestures weren't uncommon for my grandfather, but they are something I will always remember. He commanded respect and admiration from all those around him with his kind purposefulness and attention to detail.
I love and miss you, Grandpa.
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Peter Chenard posted a condolence
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Dad absolutely loved pies - there was never a pie that he did not like but many that he loved. My Mom would regularly make two to three pies every weekend and they would not last past Wednesday. Lemon Meringue, Apple, Custard, Strawberry/Rhubarb, Squash Pie as opposed to the more popular Pumpkin are just a few of the favorites.
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Peter Chenard posted a condolence
Saturday, April 23, 2011
My Dad told me a story of high school and his desire for knowledge. He knew he would not be going to college but knew of a set of books that were proclaimed to be the equivalent of a college eduction. My Dad read every book from cover to cover. I suspect that the claim was correct as evidenced through out his life - when he took the military entrance test, his score was so high that they immediately invested in aircraft and maintenance training for my Dad. In the machining business, he was not only able to develop significant engineering solutions to customer challenges but designed several specialized machines to meet customer needs. The ultimate proof of his genius was to see one of his machines copied perfectly by a Japanese Machine Tool company at the Chicago Machine Tool Show. They even copied features that they did not understand.
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Peter Chenard posted a condolence
Saturday, April 23, 2011
When I was in college, we had a particularly cold streak and my car would not start one night. I tried for a long time before I called my Dad and he immediately suspected a frozen gas line and surmised that I should wait till warmer temperatures the next day. Good news is that he was correct and the bad news was that the line had cracked and leaked gas. I could not afford to get the car towed or get the car started with that leak. Once again a call to Dad, he suggested that I get a piece of rubber hose, slice so that I could get it around the gas line and then secure it with hose clamps to prevent leakage - problem solved and car running till I could buy and new gas line and replace it. Thanks Dad!
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Peter Chenard posted a condolence
Saturday, April 23, 2011
My Dad liked to tell the story about how the Seavey brothers took every opportunity to make money for the family. Each year they would raise sheep and drive them to the stockyard in the Boston area to sell them. One brother would then take the money and travel to CO to buy horses that they would bring back to ME for sale which they would use to buy feed and seed for the farm as well as profit for the family.
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Peter Chenard posted a condolence
Saturday, April 23, 2011
I have a old picture of my Dad (age four or five) standing next to a horse by the Seavey Barn. They would bring the bales to the barn and use a horse, rope, and pulley to hoist the bales to the loft. My Dad at this young age and dwarfed by this horse would walk the horse off to raise the bale to the loft. Circa 1922 before it would have been illegal.
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Peter Chenard posted a condolence
Saturday, April 23, 2011
My Dad knew a lot about birds and I knew he was right every time he told me something. It was summer vacation and we were at our favorite clam shack for Maine Clam Cakes (don't even compare them to RI cakes). This place had a little stream in the back that had some geese and ducks hanging around. I took the opportunity to get closer and was startled when my Dad grabbed me. He told me not to get any closer as geese are unpredictable. I was not quite sure what my Dad meant but I took his advice seriously and back up a ways. Right on queue, some guy who never got the memo on this wandered down to the stream - within seconds a goose went into attack mode and went after this guy. Even though he had the good sense to turn and run, the goose would not stop and began biting his butt during the retreat! The goose actually ripped the seat of his pants off! Wow, thanks again Dad!
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Alan Casavant posted a condolence
Saturday, April 23, 2011
My Uncle Bobby loved history, and especially the history of the Seavey family! He had a superb memory, and could remember details of his days with Papa and Mama Seavey on the Mountain Road in Biddeford. He remembered traveling by horse and buggy to Limington. I loved his stories, and eventually he would travel with other relatives, and me, to the places that he remembered when he was young: old cellar holes, cemeteries, and neighborhoods. I remember him being so thrilled when I discovered a link between the Limington Seaveys and Seaveys in Scarborough, and eventually Portsmouth. He was so amazed at their travels. I also remember his laugh, as there was often humor in his telling of tales!
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Peter Chenard posted a condolence
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Dad had a very dry sense of humor that he seemed to be able to apply at any time. I lived at home during my college years which I am sure is a challenge for any parent. After an evening of enthusiastic partying, I returned home very late (well actually very early in the morning). I soon found that I was not feeling well and had to visit the bathroom to empty the offending alcohol. During this violent process, I realized that it was about 8 AM and my parents were of course both up and aware. I became aware of a conversation outside the bathroom. My Mom was extremely concerned for my health and well being and considering options for my care and asking my Dad for guidance. To which he responded in classic fashion, "Don't worry, he is too sick to die" Even as sick as I was feeling, I began to laugh and soon felt much better. My Dad was of course correct.
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Peter Chenard posted a condolence
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Over the years, I had several painting assignments at our home and they were always met with a lot of action to get the job done and then a monster job of clean up with paint on the floor, paint on the windows, paint on surfaces that were not part of the job. My Dad consistently told me about patience and how painting slower would be much faster. This seemed to be impossible and also illogical to me. One time, we had the opportunity to paint together and his slow method was so much faster even without the reduced clean-up that I finally had to believe. I have shared this with my family and I must say we paint better than professionals - I can't say I enjoy painting but I am always extremely satisfied when admiring the completed job.
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Peter Chenard posted a condolence
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Dad had a very simple approach to discipline - only apply it when really needed and be very serious. I was probably four or five and in church with the family. I began to cry over something and was becoming a distraction - Dad looked down at me told me to stop crying - I sobbed that I couldn't - He looked at me and said, "if you don't stop, I give you something to really cry about" I had rarely seen my Dad that mad and to my amazement, I stopped immediately.
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Peter Chenard posted a condolence
Saturday, April 23, 2011
One of my Dad's favorite stories was about my grandfather fishing: Pauli was fishing in ME and got one on the line. While reeling the prize in, the fish put on a sudden jolt of power and really began to fight. Pauli was not deterred and met the increased challenge with great skill. When the fish was within ten feet of the shore they could tell it was a whopper. The last ten feet were a colossal struggle. Finally with the fish inches from shore, the hook flew out of its mouth with a much smaller fish attached! Pauli immediately jumped into the water and kicked the whopper onto land! My grandfather told me some unbelievable fishing stories but my Dad saw this one! He caught two fish with one hook and one cast!
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Peter Chenard posted a condolence
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Dad was always helping me with cars and teaching me how to do repairs. I had a van in high school and the motor needed replacement. Dad found a suitable engine in a junk yard and we were on our way. We completed the entire job and found that the recently purchased engine was seized - the typical teenager went into an emotional rage while my father calmly started pulling the spark plugs to inject oil into all the cylinders. When I calmed down, my father explained that sometimes this happens and their are things you can do to get it free. Ultimately, this was really frozen and my Dad had to construct a bar that could attach to the crank shaft so we could manually turn the shaft with great advantage - eventually, it was freed up enough for the starter to turn it over and we got it started! Great patience and great problem solving!
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Peter Chenard posted a condolence
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Dad was always interested in old cars and birds. ME junkyards were always a great opportunity for both. We were traipsing around and saw several bluebirds which were always a delight to my Dad and a couple Graham Nash's which were also an interest. We finished with me spying a very bright blue bird and I called my Dad - it was an Indigo Blue Bunting which neither of us had seen before.
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