Remarks from Margaret Spear (Midge)
Midge is Bob's sister
As a little girl in New York, Rochester, and Scarsdale, I have very few memories of brother Bob. When one is four, or eight, or ten, a 12-year difference is a lot. However, when we moved to Baltimore and Bob lived in Washington, in the Washington outskirts, we started to connect … slowly.
I still remember our mother describing her three children to a newfound friend in Baltimore by saying, "There's Bob … he's the brilliant one. There's Albert … he's the sweet one. And then there's Midge" (laughter).
Bob and I did not have much in common until I grew up and played golf. My stock with him soared, particularly when my son Richard REALLY played golf - almost as good as being a lawyer, for brownie points.
Seriously, though, I knew that all I had to do was ask or be in trouble, and Bob would be there for me. He was the wonderful patriarch of our family for many years. His laugh was so infectious and through all of his many accomplishments he never tooted his own horn … except maybe over a golf shot. He was a very human, humane man with an exemplary sense of fairness that we should all try to emulate.
Some of my fondest memories and moments are at family weddings, particularly Allan's, when the Stern family was thought to have been robbed, it turned out, of peanut butter sandwiches.
Going to the Cape with him to see how our father's health was (in 1958), visiting Bethesda, then Winnetka and Tucson, I'm so very lucky to have had two such wonderful brothers.
I told Allan I would not cry, so I'll sign off by saying, "Bob was the bright one, Albert the sweet one, and there's Midge."
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