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Born in Montclair, NJ. Died Wilsonville Or.
Family..daughters, Rebecca and Courtney.
Grandson Jack
Wife ..Sara
Bob retired as a broadcast engineer for WWOR and moved to Oregon. He was an Amateur Radio Operator (K2DOH) for over 50 years.
Bob was defined through his retirement with his volunteering. He was part of Oregon CERT, Oregon Emergency Management and as a first responder for Crescent Lake and Chemult fire and EMS.
His love of music and of his faith showed as he played at numerous churches throughout his life. He also helped at a local radio station by putting theater organ on a once a week show. He and Sara ran an antique business for many years. 
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Ron Owens
I accidentally came acrross Bob's brother on Facebook. Bob's obit is being forwarded to me so that I can supply more detailed information. Bob and I sang tenor in the Mads over 3 years. He was a great guy!
John Pace
So sad R.I. P. Robert 🙏🏼🙏🏼
Bob Murphy
Just a very nice, quiet guy. Our families were friendly; they had a lakefront place in Vermont, not too far from ours, and we would visit back and forth.
Elaine Johnson (Fiveland)
Bob was one of our Watchung School classmates, among those that lived off of Grove Street (Prescott, I believe). He was quiet but friendly. We split between Mount Hebron and George Inness after sixth grade so many of us lost contact until sophs at MHS, but always remained in the "Watchung Alumni" gang. RIP, Bob.
Ron Owens
Bob and I shared a love of Theater Pipe Organ music. I was pleased that he kept that interest until his passing. We both sang tenor in "Mads." I was saddened that we had lost touch over the years. R.I.P. Bob
Marty Suydam
Bobby and I were next door neighbors on Prescott Avenue. We were in the same Cub Scout Den and his Mom was a Den Mother. I was always in trouble and Bobby was always good. For some reason we were only in the same class at Watchung School in the 4th and 6th grades. His Dad had a ham radio in a dark, back basement room that seemed exotic and secret. Weekly his Mom took the two of us to a church in East Orange to sing in the choir and I recall his fascination with the huge organ. Once we got to JHS our paths diverged and we saw little of each other after that. I had maintained contact with Paul, is brother, and was aware of Bob’s passing, but hadn’t realized it hadn’t been communicated to the MHS ’61 group.