It was the beginning of August in 1967 that Bob got his instructor rating and took me on as his first student. Clearly he was as dedicated in teaching as I was in learning. My logbook shows between 1.5 and 2.7 hours of flying each night and in two weeks time I was signed off for solo cross country flight. What a teacher. Four Months later I was fully licensed as a Private Pilot.
Only a year after that he had me as a partner in his Comanche N8190P. Since we were flying so much, it became obvious that as two single guys it would be more efficient if we found an apartment closer to the airport and big enough that we would not get in each others way. And so we did. Less than 1/2 mile from the end of Runway 24.
Bob not only pushed me for more ratings (Instruments, Commercial) but he went on to collect just about every possible license endorsement that would fit on the license. (By now he had a bevy of students at all levels and was teaching almost every night...except for the times we had to do some sort of maintenance under Bill Druschel's watchful eye as the A&P licensed mechanic)
Best story of all: Bob was an Usher when Melissa and I got married that 2nd of April 1971. the wedding was not until the afternoon so that morning he and I did a bunch of practice instrument approaches at Binghamton Airport including missed approaches and holding patterns. Back at work folks said 'On your wedding day?' Yep. What else were you going to do on a beautiful clear day.
Bob tried many times to get me interested in skiing but that bug never bit me, He was every bit as involved, enthused and dedicated to skiing as he was to flying. Mad River Glen? and on the ski patrol? This is not for everyone, but he always had the passion to be the best he could be at everything he tried.
Bob moved out when he and Ann got married and, I still being single, was a guest for dinner many times. Perhaps an unwelcome guest the one time we used Ann's oven to bake some aircraft cylinders that had been just repainted. Not sure I was ever forgiven for being a part of that.
And now I mention his greatest passion and that was the love and pride he had with his family. Each time we talked a major part of the conversation was about Paul, Jim, Monica and John. What they were doing and what they accomplished. And accomplished you are! Obviously inheriting the spirit and enthusiasm their Father had and clearly a passion for their respective careers.
I was saddened when learning his flying and skiing came to an end. In the past few years we lost touch as too frequently happens as age creeps up on us. Why? Was Burlington so far away that I could not get there? Did I forget how to use the telephone? Now the stark reality is that it is too late.
Ann, my thoughts and wishes are with you; you and Bob were a big part of those early years of my life and I treasure all of those memories. Happy for a life well lived, happy for how you both influenced my life and saddened by the loss of a very close friend.
Paul, Jim, Monica and John; you can know that your father had touched so many people positively and his spirit helped them have fuller lives. I know how you are experiencing the loss, but trust that memories of your father will be with you all of your lives and always a guiding influence.
In all sincerity and sadness that I could not be with you this morning.
Dick Kraycir