First, I have been reading through the past postings from page 1. My head hurts from the lies, distortions, and just plain untruths that I have read that I know of. I wish I had known about this posting a long time ago. I would have chimed in regularly.
Bob and I did not talk at length about his kids. I knew Julie, who lived next door to him for a while. She had invited him and Georgia to move from Pasadena to live next door to her and Jeff. A few years later, they moved out of town. Julie has always been a very nice person to my family and me. She and Jeff were some of the friendliest neighbors we had in that neighborhood. As far as the other two, I knew Bob had helped support them and given them money when in need. They did not come around often. I met Paula a handfull of times and Robbie only twice. One time was at Georgia's funeral. So, I can not tell you much about them.
As far as Bob goes, he was a good man. I only knew him after he moved into our neighborhood around 2002. Before that, I don't know. I do not know what kind of father, husband or friend he was before that. When I knew him he was a devoted husband. Georgia was in very bad health. Bob hated to leave her alone at any time. He felt he needed to be there for her. He took care of her until she died. He had a sliding chair put in for the stairway. He had a hospital bed brought in when she was so incapacitated she could not go up the stairs. I believe they were together for 54 years.
He was a good friend. We looked out for each other. After Julie moved away, she could not be there all the time. I tried to help as best I could. We became close friends. We were brother Masons at the same lodge. He was tight with a dollar. I used to tease him about that. His garage was full of boxes of clothes and other stuff. I tried to get him to let me help clean it out. Even after Georgia was gone, he would not do it. He had bought a Model T to restore one day for his grandson. It was piled with stuff inside and out as well. We used to hide my kid's Christmas presents over there. No one would ever see them.
I think I was the last friend Bob had. He rarely spoke about anyone else. I was the person he called and asked to go with him to put his old dog to sleep. I was the first person he told about Fontelle. I was the first person who knew he had gotten married. I met Fontelle before any of the daughters did. I also knew "the hairdresser". I have no proof but, just because she is not a suspect, does not mean she did not have anything to do with it. Just my opinion. I did not like her from the first time I met her. Bob and I talked about her some. We eventually had to agree to disagree when it came to her.
I was the last person to sit down and have a conversation with him. I was leaving the next day and wanted to say goodbye. We talked for hours. We talked about Fontelle and his plans for the future. We talked about his health and how he had started going back to the doctor to insure he got the twenty years he wanted with her.
I could go on, but I do not want to drone on too much. If you want to know more, just ask. Since my name has already been posted in this board it is Paul Estes.
