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This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Robert Stevenson, 78 years old, born on November 11, 1935, and passed away on October 23, 2014. We will remember him forever.
November 11, 2021
November 11, 2021
Raising a salute to our Captain today on his birthday...and also a flag (or two!) His love of this country included his love for his Norwegian roots...which he honored through regularly raising both flags on his deck. I had the privilege of taking his place and hoisting those flags this summer on my visit with sister Erlene. 
October 23, 2020
October 23, 2020
I had cataract surgery yesterday, and today when the eye patch was removed I was astounded as to the clarity of my vision! I was reminded of this scripture which describes what is to come: "We don’t yet see things clearly. We’re squinting in a fog, peering through a mist. But it won’t be long before weather clears and the sun shines bright! We’ll see it all then, see it all as clearly as God sees us, knowing him directly just as he knows us!" (1 Corinthians 13:12) How wonderful to know our dear Captain now sees Him face to face, continually enjoying His presence! We eagerly await that day ourselves!  
October 25, 2019
October 25, 2019
It was a curious coincidence that all three of the HEMENWAY GIRLS married a special TRUE GENTLEMAN named Bob!  CAPTAIN BOB was the first to leave us and far too early! How well we appreciated his quiet poise and humor. We are sending electronic HUGS to you Erlene as we approach the anniversary of his birth and also remember his far too early parting from us.

BBG and Leana
XXOO
October 23, 2019
October 23, 2019
Five years ago today we lost...but heaven gained...our beloved Capt. Bob. His love of the outdoors and appreciation of the creation brings to mind these words of John Muir:
“Oh, these vast, calm, measureless mountain days, days in whose light everything seems equally divine, opening a thousand windows to show us God.”

So thankful he has now reached the ultimate Mountaintop, and eagerly waits to show us the grandeur!  Miss him always...
October 23, 2018
October 23, 2018
We were up early this morning, to see some friends off to the airport.....and I was reminded of how the Capt. was often up at "first light" to greet the day. With a smile in my heart, I began thinking of how four years ago he was finally able to experience the First Light, Jesus, as he was welcomed into heaven. We listened to Edvard Grieg's "Morning Mood" today in honor of the Captain.
Here is a link to the music and beautiful photography of the creation he so loved. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PAu4TajHYLk
October 24, 2016
October 24, 2016
We have loved reading these special tributes and seeing all the great pictures of Bob on this day. We had the honor of spending some time with Erlene tonight, toasting Captain Bob (Skaal!) and sharing some memories. Oh how he is missed! Bob and Erlene shared a love and friendship that is beautiful to witness. They were the first couple to greet us when we visited North Sound Church years ago and they were so cute in their Norwegian sweaters (Sons of Norway all the way!)...we kept coming back. I worked in the Church kitchen with Bob, no dish was too big or dirty for him to scour and scrub, even the disposable steam pans with all those creases in the corners. One day after I made a particularly sticky recipe and I watched Bob labor away at the pans, I asked him if he knew how much we paid for them. He had no idea so when I told him they cost 25 cents each...he immediately tossed them in the trash and I got to tease him from then on. We are blessed for having known Bob and we treasure our friendship with Erlene.
October 23, 2016
October 23, 2016
Dear Captain, we are still missing you with tender holes in our hearts. 


THE SHIP

I am standing on the seashore, a ship sails in the morning breeze and starts for the ocean.
She is an object of beauty and I stand watching her till at last she fades on the horizon and someone at my side says: "She is gone.”  Gone! Where?
Gone from my sight that is all.
She is just as large in the masts, hull and spars as she was when I saw her, and just as able to bear her load of living freight to its destination. The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me, not in her, and just at the moment when someone at my side says, "She is gone"
there are others who are watching her coming, and other voices take up a glad shout:
"There she comes!"
and that is dying.

- Bishop Brent
October 23, 2016
October 23, 2016
Bob was our lifetime friend, 'the best man' at our wedding 61+ years ago and introduced us to the North Sound Church in Edmonds and he is always in our thoughts and we will be forever grateful. A best man wedding picture has been posted.
October 23, 2016
October 23, 2016
Dear UB,

Your family all misses you so very much. I have so many memories of you that I do not know which one to talk to you about right now :-) Perhaps one all the family can relate to is you teaching (or trying to teach me) me to ski at Sahalie. I'm not a skier, as we all know. But, you in your own loving way.... got me in my skis when I was a little girl, took me out to that small rope tow, told me to grab on to it like I was grabbing an egg and didn't want to break it, and ride away. You were behind me of course, but still you had me going it on my own. I know I whined and complained about my arms getting pulled out of their sockets, and about being cold, etc... of course I got no pity from you <3 And when we got to the top - you told me "Now.... ski down and do it again". How easy you made it sound! I loved you so much and looked up to my Uncle Bob, and I knew how much you loved me too. Thank you for trying to teach me to ski, and I'm sorry I never really 'got' it. I hope you are skiing with Mom in heaven every single day, and I promise to ski there with you both one day.  I love you and miss you.
October 22, 2016
October 22, 2016
Dad, tomorrow is 2 years since you left us for your heavenly Mountain climb. Thinking of you with such gratefulness. Karin
October 23, 2015
October 23, 2015
Hello. I am Erlene’s sister, Lynn…but in recent years Bob began calling me “Baby Lynn”, since I am the youngest of 3 sisters. I liked it! It made me feel a lot younger than I was! Incredibly, each of us sisters married men named BOB….so we gave each of them a special name, to tell them apart: Bob Stevenson became known as “Capt. Bob” (due to his expertise on the sea)…. So I’m centering today’s thoughts around our beloved “Capt. Bob”, and what I believe helped him navigate through the rough waters of life. 

There is a saying that says “A Bible that is falling apart is usually owned by a person who isn’t.” In the past few days, I’ve had the privilege of glancing through Bob’s very worn Bible, and in a sense peeking into his heart and soul. Page after page I’ve seen underlined and highlighted verses - most of them dated - as well as side comments written in the margins. Bob was serious about his study of the Bible, and serious about applying it to his life. You can see samples of some of his recent entries in your program today. His faith was the keel that kept him centered and upright in life….the tiller that guided him through rough waters....the compass that told him where to go and how to treat others.

Jesus said, “I’ve come that they may have life, and have it abundantly” – John 10:10

Capt. Bob found this secret for living an abundant life … through a relationship with Jesus, discovered through the pages of his worn out Bible.

Last Sunday in church we sang the hymn “Take My Life and Let It Be”.  Erlene leaned over to me and whispered “that describes Bob.” I’d like to share a few verses of this hymn with you:

Take my life and let it be, consecrated Lord to thee
Take my moments and my days, let them flow in ceaseless praise
Take my hands and let them move, at the impulse of Thy love
Take my feet and let them be, swift and beautiful for Thee
Take my voice and let me sing, ever only for my King
Take my lips and let them be, filled with messages from Thee
Take my love, my Lord I pour, at Thy feet its treasure store
Take myself and I will be, ever only all for Thee

Capt. Bob’s heart was full of God’s love, which poured out to others in a life of service. His hands washed pots & pans in the church’s kitchen and bussed tables at Sons of Norway events. His feet guided blind skiers through snow covered woods and took him to the mountains where he appreciated God’s creation. His voice sang God’s praises accompanied with the piano and accordion, and his lips gave testimony to his God. When he was first diagnosed with his illness he told me “I’ve been walking with Jesus a long time, so I’m not going to stop now.”
His life personified these instructive verses from Romans 12, which Bob had underlined in his Bible:

Let love be genuine; hate what is evil, hold fast to what is good; 10 love one another with brotherly affection; outdo one another in showing honor. 11 Never flag in zeal, be aglow with the Spirit, serve the Lord. 12 Rejoice in your hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer. – Roman 12:9-12

The world was a better place because Capt. Bob sailed its seas – We will deeply miss him at the helm.
November 11, 2014
November 11, 2014
Bob was always proud of his Norwegian, Scottish and American heritages. Appropriate that his Birthday is on Veterans/Armistice Day. On the 4th of July the flag that was presented to his family honoring his fathers' service to this country, was always exhibited on the front of Bob and Erlene's home. I have added a photo of the flag to the images seen here. You can tell by the fold lines that it was saved for special times.
November 11, 2014
November 11, 2014
The world was a better place because Capt. Bob sailed its seas – We will deeply miss him at the helm.
November 2, 2014
November 2, 2014
We are saddened by the loss of our friend Bob. There are many wonderful memories of times shared with him. There were the times when we went on skiing trips with the group from Edmonds High School, class of '53. Bob was at home on the slopes while the rest of us wanabe's were thrashing about trying to avoid serious injury. We were pleased when he and Erlene purchased Aunt Ruth's house here in Edmonds. Pleased because it was perfect for them, and also because we were grandfathered in for a very convenient parking spot, with a short hike to view the 4th of July parade. The highlight of the parade for us was the Sons of Norway dragon ship. Seeing Bob on his bike and Erlene cheerfully walking along, sweltering in the heat under all that wool "costume". Bob was a leader. When he joined an activity, he was active! No comfortable seat in the stands, he was there to contribute or there was no point in being there. Then came the quiet times when he wasn't strong, but wanted to see and say goodbye to friends. Thru the memories and the sadness we are left with a warm heart when we remember Bob's strength and faith when he approached the next great journey - he did his very best to follow Jesus' teachings.
      Sail On Bob, you will be missed - Floyd & Janet
November 1, 2014
November 1, 2014
I remember him well from Edmonds United Methodist. I know he went to Scotland in 1981 with my parents and it was a great trip for them. Blessings to all his loved ones and you all adjust to the new normal without him.
October 29, 2014
October 29, 2014
Bob, I see you in the halls of Ronald and the rainy crosswalks of Aurora we patrolled. And later on Norwegian slopes I've never seen I see you gliding through your birthright snows. I see you guiding blind kids through the Rockies on slats you've helped them wax. I see you smiling on high seas and on craggy mountains, benign for sure and maybe even beatific. When last we spoke online I left you with my late friend Ed's "White Rose, whose / house is light against" impending dark. May it help you on your own bright way....
October 29, 2014
October 29, 2014
Carl and I are shocked to learn of Bob's passing. He was so full of life and always on the go. He accomplishing so much in his life time. It was such a honor to have known him. Our hearts and prayers go out to Erlene and family. God must need help with his skiing.

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November 11, 2021
November 11, 2021
Raising a salute to our Captain today on his birthday...and also a flag (or two!) His love of this country included his love for his Norwegian roots...which he honored through regularly raising both flags on his deck. I had the privilege of taking his place and hoisting those flags this summer on my visit with sister Erlene. 
October 23, 2020
October 23, 2020
I had cataract surgery yesterday, and today when the eye patch was removed I was astounded as to the clarity of my vision! I was reminded of this scripture which describes what is to come: "We don’t yet see things clearly. We’re squinting in a fog, peering through a mist. But it won’t be long before weather clears and the sun shines bright! We’ll see it all then, see it all as clearly as God sees us, knowing him directly just as he knows us!" (1 Corinthians 13:12) How wonderful to know our dear Captain now sees Him face to face, continually enjoying His presence! We eagerly await that day ourselves!  
October 25, 2019
October 25, 2019
It was a curious coincidence that all three of the HEMENWAY GIRLS married a special TRUE GENTLEMAN named Bob!  CAPTAIN BOB was the first to leave us and far too early! How well we appreciated his quiet poise and humor. We are sending electronic HUGS to you Erlene as we approach the anniversary of his birth and also remember his far too early parting from us.

BBG and Leana
XXOO
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True Story written by Bob Stevenson

November 3, 2014

The Sextant and the Sails, Thirty-two Years Later

 

Ray Dvries, skipper and owner of the Newport 41  S.V. Esprit had sailed a successful Victoria to Maui race in July of 1982. Unfortunately the navigator had gotten ill during the race and had to be flown home. And, the assistant navigator had sustained some burns when the pressure cooker blew up during the race and he also was in the hospital.

 Ray, knowing that I had some experience in celestial navigation, called me in Edmonds and explained his need for a navigator to bring the boat from Maui to Seattle. I had also been crew on Esprit in races on Puget Sound and the Swiftsure race so I knew the boat. Arrangements were made for me to be away from my job so my wife and two kids flew to Maui. I seem to remember that David and Linda Goodwin were already on Maui with a couple of their kids. So we had a day or two of exploring Lahaina Harbor environs and then I helped pack supplies and food aboard Esprit.

 A guy names Bob was hanging around the harbor looking for boat passage to the U.S. of A. He said he owned a seafood restaurant in St. Louis so Ray thought this would be good to have a seafood cook aboard the boat on the “way home”. So Ray said to Bob, “cmon a long”  Ray said later that if he had known that Bob had no sailing experience he would not have invited him to go along. As it turned out Bob was a very good cook and he could prepare tuna and mahi mahi in many delicious ways. Only one problem, Bob wanted to put salsa and hot sauce on everything so after a few days at sea Ray was asked by Bob, “where is the hot sauce and salsa”. Ray indicated that those supplies must have gone overboard in the high seas when we were recovering from blown out head sail. That was not true- Ray had tossed the stuff overboard. That sail, by the way, was patched up with sail thread and duct tape and lasted the rest of the way home. The hot sauce was never recovered. 

Bob was fascinated with my navigation routines. I showed him how to take sights with the sextant and, after calculating position, how to plot it on the chart. I had a small navigation station and a $10 Casio wrist watch for marking time of day of the sextant readings. I also had a hand help Hewlett Packard computer which I had not used on the open sea. It came in handy after I had checked it against long hand calculations for two days. I could get “time ticks” from our single side band radio to calibrate my wrist watch daily. That with the sight reduction tables, nautical almanac and a chart of the north Pacific and my trusty sextant I was all set to plot our position at sea every day. On the aforesaid navigation table I had spread out the chart and some plotting tools. On a few occasions early in the voyage some of the crew found it convenient place to lay a piece of fried chicken or a sandwich. This activity upset the navigator and I had to explain that the chart and my tools are the only means by which we would find the Straights of Juan de Fuca. So henceforth they parked their food elsewhere. What I did not reveal to the crew or to the skipper was that for all practical purposes to sail home from Maui one sails north until the butter gets hard, then sail east and it is hard to miss the North American continent. Then one sails north along the coast until the con trails from the Vancouver B.C. Airport are in sight and if one cannot find the Straights then, one should not be out at sea.

One other problem about plotting the course of a sailing vessel, not only does the navigator plot the position at sea several times a day, but he also notes the heading and approximate speed of the boat, between plots. I had plotted our noon position one fine day and hit my bunk for a snooze. I woke up two or three hours later and noted that the diesel engine was running and we were motoring. A quick look at the sun told me we were not heading in a course that would take us where we want to go. I learned that the crew had spotted some green glass fishing floats off to the west, they had taken in the sails and were motoring around picking up glass floats- I still have one at home. I asked how long they had been motoring west and nobody had an answer. Nor did anyone know the course they had steered during that time. Well, that was a bit disconcerting but it was getting on toward time to take twilight sextant readings so I let the incident pass. Had a storm brewed up after the side trip and had I not been able to take sightings for a day or so, there would have been a big gap in the plots on the chart. A navigator always, with a SWAG- scientific wild ass guess-, estimates the position of the vessel from dead reckoning to help plot the next position with precision, so with a SWAG I was not in trouble.

 Navigation was interesting to me as I read about it during my Sea Scout days in high school. Studying industrial forest engineering and surveying at the U of W I learned how to determine the true bearing of a line and celestial north with the use of a transit and almanac tables by observing the sun and Polaris at elongation. So it was an easy transition from the transit with a stable, level plane to a sextant with a view of the horizon, but no stable platform (the ships’ deck on a rolling sea).

 Bob had become more than interested in navigation, he wanted to learn it. So I helped along the way and I must say learning it at sea is much better than in a classroom. I loaned him my book Commonsense Navigation and he had read some of it by the time we got to Seattle. Skipper Ray and others of us on the crew helped Bob learn how to rig and set sails and drive the boat. By the time we arrived in Seattle- we had had difficulties buying diesel fuel in the port in the Straights but that is a whole other story- Bob said, I want to get my own boat and sail around the world. I was slightly stunned at that announcement but I advised him to take the Commonsense  book home and read it before head heads off around the world. I wrote a little inscription in the book, signed it and wished him good luck. 

Bob did exactly what he wanted to do. He bought a boat and sailed around the world. 

As the story goes on, in January of 2014 Bob had occasion to go through some of his stuff and he came across the Commonsense book that I had given him. He was inspired to contact me and began a crusade to get my phone number. I had moved a few times in the thirty two years that had passed and finally he talked with my neighbor by phone., How he found him I will never know, but my neighbor thought that call was a little strange so he did not give Bob my phone number but he took down Bob’s name and phone number, noted that Bob had said something about sailing and gave that information to me. I did not remember Bob’s last name so I thought this whole thing was a scam. After a few days of trying to think of the Bob’s I had sailed with, and there were many, I decided to call the number. Bob’s wife answered the phone and when I Identified myself as Bob Stevenson, she was silent. Then I told her I was a sailing friend of her Bob and I live in Edmonds. She immediately livened up and she said “oh yes, he wants to talk with you”.

 Bob’s first words were “you and Ray changed my life”. He went on to say that he and his wife did in fact buy a sailboat, sailed around the world and he is now teaching celestial navigation at a U.S. Coast Guard Auxiliary School. He had my little book with him that indicated I lived in Edmonds so he tracked me down. I attach a few recent photos of Bob where he lives in L.A., so I guess Ray and I did change his life.

 

 

Two Good Friends

October 28, 2014

Eulogy of ‘Two Good Friends’

Robert (‘Bob’) Lee Stevenson                                                      

Bernard ‘Bruce’ Nickolson                                                                            

 

Ahoy My Good Friend ‘Bob’!! - Or as we say in the Sea Scouts and Navy, ‘Attention on Deck!!

 

This is your Good Friend ‘Bruce’ - - - - “Logging In”

 

You have been my ‘Good Friend’ most of my adult life.  You were always there to show me the way even though sometimes I did not want to follow your advice, but what would you expect when a Norwegian is talking to a guy with a Swedish name.  We were always there for each other through thick and thin.

Our first meeting was September 1949, when entering Edmonds High School, now known as the Edmonds Center for the Arts (‘ECA’).  Together, while at ‘EHS’, we experienced, your mother’s hot chocolate (with butter), playing violins in the orchestra, playing tennis, dancing to Scandinavian music at the ‘Friday Night Canteens (dance)’ and at ‘Bert Lindgren’s Dance Hall’ on Saturday in Kenmore, dated the same girlfriend (obviously not at the same time), planned Mt Baker Skiing Trips which led to what is now known as the EHS Ski School.

While attending college at the U of W (your ‘ECHO’ {EHS Year Book} goal, to attend college!), we had additional experiences, such as, surveying & timber cruising for Max Meyring, experienced a very frightening boat trip to Orcas Island in the Fall of 1957, many ‘family get-togethers’, you were ‘The Best Man’ at my wedding to Elaine Knight 59 years ago and you promoted and obtained the first Sea Scout boat in Edmonds.  Other events in later life, we both enjoyed boating, Sons of Norway events, digging up a sewer line at your ski lodge - - Note:  Bob pulled me out of my sleeping bag due to my leg cramps, while we were sleeping outside under a fir tree - I was standing in the snow in my ‘BVDs’, performing a ‘depth soundings survey’ (for the City of Edmonds) South of Edmonds ferry dock, founding members of the ECA, and our introduction to the North Sound Church ‘Family’.

As a Graduate Forester, Surveyor and a skilled Title Insurance Officer, you had visions beyond the horizon and you lived your life to the fullest extent possible.  As we drifted apart to raise our own families and pursuit of our careers, we were never that far apart that if we needed each other, we were always there for each other.  We have accomplished a lot, both individually, and for that we can be very proud.  Our friendship will last in perpetuity.  You have been my ‘Good Friend’ for over 65 years and you will always be my ‘Good Friend’ throughout eternity.


“Fair Winds & Following Seas, until we meet again"


This is your Good Friend ‘Bruce’ - - - - “Logging Out”

 

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