Needham High School Class of 1964 |
Bob Phelps
1946-2011
PHELPS Robert W., 65, of Portsmouth, died, Monday, March 7, 2011 at Portsmouth Regional Hospital. He was born on February 22, 1946 in Boston, MA, the son of Frederick and Martha (Webster) Phelps. Robert was a graduate of Needham High School, Middlebury College and received his Master’s Degree from the UNH Whittemore School of Business. He served his country in the U.S. Army and later in the Army Reserves. He worked for Continental Cablevision in Portsmouth, NH and Consumers Water Company in Portland, ME. Robert was the owner of Conservation Lighting Company in Westbrook, ME. Robert loved to read and collected books. He was an avid fan of adventure, military history, science fiction and fantasy. He loved the beach, the Patriots and faithful companions Penny and Tedy. He is survived by wife Charlotte (Hosmer) Phelps; daughter, Hannah Phelps and her husband of New Boston, NH, Mark Suennen of New Boston; daughter Abigail Phelps and her husband Michael McEvoy of Quincy; granddaughter Isabel Honour McEvoy of Quincy; and sister Mary Ann Smith of Rye, NH. Services: A Memorial Gathering will be held from 10:00 am 1:00 p.m. April 2, 2011 at the Rye Public Library. In lieu of flowers donations may be made in Robert’s memory to the Rye Public Library, 581 Washington Road, Rye, NH 03870 or to Yankee Golden Retriever Rescue, PO Box 808, Hudson, MA 01749-0808. For online condolences, please visit www.jvwoodfuneralhome.com. |
First grade thru high school, we were inseparable. We helped each other with chores, so we could go play somewhere. We had sleep overs and played marathon canasta games to 5000 and played monopoly so much we knew the price of every piece of property with all possible numbers of houses and hotels. He came to my parents house on the Cape - I went to his parents on the Rye coast. We played pond hockey both on the ponds around Needham and in his back yard - don't forget to duck under that low branch! The best of friends, he would tease me about something, like a girl friend that I was sure I was going to marry but, of course, which he knew wouldn't happen. One time, when walking to school, I was so mad about one of those talks that instead of smacking him a good one, I pushed him all the way across the street into some bushes and stormed off to the high school, only to patch things up within 15 minutes. He was the first one with a driver's license, so we "doubled" often in the VW for lots of dances. We played soccer under "doc" Brock in 8th grade and continued to our senior year. Bob and I played the "running position" of inside, and we could run forever, delighting our coach and hopefully irritating the opponents.
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