Robert Perry

The rumble seat of his refurbished old car was a mainstay of our childhood. Summer evenings meant taking turns riding in the back while waving at less fortunate kids. For her 30th birthday my mom wore a crown made by Shelly and Rob driver her around the neighborhood in the rumble seat. he was always up for some penny poker and backyard barbecues. Our condolences to all who loved him.

I have fond memories of Uncle Rob from my childhood . I remember riding my bike to their mobile home on the Dixie. Hearing about being in the army stationed in Turkey. It seemed like a long car ride to the family home on Roosevelt Rd . I remember him giving my Mom a ride in one of his classic model A car's rumble seat on her birthday. Back in 76, my parents didn't trust me to go to my own New Year's eve party. They forced me to go to Uncle Rob and Aunt Shelly's party. Needless to say, my friend Ric and I, probably would of drank less at our own. I made the long drive in the back seat of my parent's car, before getting sick in back seat of their car. Poetic justice with the help of Uncle Rob. Wishing sincere condolences to Steve, Matthew, Shaun, and family.