I have started this article a few times in my head and then thought, what do you have to write about, you met him once?! But the idea persisted that I did have something to say.
I did not get to know him the one time I met him as I was there for an interview, so conversation was one sided. I got to know Robbie through his articles. I looked forward each week to more of his tales of his and his family’s past. They were so colorful and often funny. He educated me about a time of which I had no knowledge. His writings were not just of a time past but a time past in Montana. I knew some stories originating from Canada concerning the past , of course, but being very new to Montana these stories were very illuminating for a new comer.
I think sometimes you get to know the real person better through their writings than their every day conversation. Conversations are interrupted. Writings are not. If you choose to read some one’s writing, you are an audience. I was part of Robbie’s audience.
What a rich history he had. His family was central to his stories but his knowledge of Montana and its many beautiful places was so interesting to read about. He really lived in and was immersed in Montana. He was not one to just exist. He noticed all the many beauties Montana holds, from the landscapes, flowers, people and wild life. Robbie did not just journey through life he participated with his whole being. He even enjoyed his cooking, which many of us do out of necessity many times. He was willing to share time honored recipes he made himself. Cold out? Robbie had a chowder. Hot? He had a dynamite salad.
Every once in awhile the present would creep in, sometimes mention of his beloved dog. I am assuming his dog is still alive and I know it will be grieving. I hope it has a kind home.
So, I will miss his weekly contributions and at the same time, I have to wonder if my generation will prompt as many wonderful, interesting, and humorous stories for our grandchildren to write about, plus, will they want to write about us? Is one of our grand children going to tell future generations about us or have we lost the uniqueness our grandparents and parents had? Something to think about!
