My father passed away September 23rd, 2017…  the guestbook is available at: Robinson’s Funeral Chapel 

The memorial service was at Muncie Baptist Church and included stories about my dad.  Getting a chance to hear some friends and family tell their stories about my dad’s life was a fitting way for his life to be remembered as far as what I think he would have liked.  He wanted to be cremated and spread around his farm, his farm being something he loved.  Being away from it the last few years I’m sure was as tough on him than the disease that was robbing his memory.

Stories included tales from his childhood of money making plans with his favorite sidekick and cousin, Don, where they collected all the Pigeon’s from the barns in the area – thinking they could sell them as squab – then the cleaning the barn and shooing pigeons for weeks after when their parents found out.

My father’s time in the army amusing everyone but the officer’s tasked with training them.  My father answering questions with darned if I know and earning everyone push ups for laughing…  Throwing in comments, like save some for me, from the back of the chow line during the company picnics.

My cousin Larry told about my dad taking him hunting for his first time, a friend telling about meeting my dad and sending him down to Kentucky. I’m fairly certain I remember the trip he was talking about – my second grade year when we went down and got the dog Waldo from a friend’s dad in Kentucky.  He had a tobacco farm and gave us tobacco leaves to bring back for show and tell.  A friend of mine that made a special effort to come to talk about how much my dad had meant to her, and so much more!

I didn’t tell about my dad, fixing our brakes for our truck and having spare parts…..  He pointed out Ford always includes extra parts….  I mentioned my dad getting the boys animals, we always had lots of animals growing up.  My dad once noticed our deer had escaped (yep deer, we had buffalo too), and chased it through the field with a ramcharger. down to the end and back.  He got out and was trying to wrestle it, when it pinned him with it’s antlers to the propane tank.  Antlers on each side of him!

There are so many more stories, many that I don’t even know, but having a chance to meet up with family and share stories was the best way I could imagine to say goodbye to dad.   I would have loved to speak to everyone and hear all their stories if time would have just been able to slow down for a little while.


Robert Richter

June 29, 1940 – September 23, 2017

Oakwood – Robert Carl Richter, 77, of Oakwood, passed into peaceful rest at 7:15 p.m. Saturday, September 23, 2017 at Illini Heritage Rehab & Health in Champaign.

He was born on June 29, 1940 in Vance Twp. the son of Wesley Thomas & Mildred G. Eldridge Richter. He married his wife of 50 years Karen McArdle on February 4, 1967 in Westville, IL. She survives. Other survivors include 1 daughter, Karla (Dr. Keith) Andrew, 1 son, Robert Richter, and 3 grandsons, Kevin, Kristopher, and Konnor. Additionally he is survived by 2 sisters, Ethel Eichorst and Linda Richter; 1 brother, Tom Richter, as well as many nieces and nephews. He is preceded in death by 4 sisters, Dorothy Mitchell, Margaret Brothers Hersh, Cleta Fern Richter, and Norma McVey, and 2 brothers, Frank Richter and Howard Richter.

Bob was loved by everyone he met and never met a stranger, even talking himself out of a speeding ticket on his honeymoon and inviting the officer home to go fishing to boot. He lived, hunted deer and mushrooms, and farmed within miles of the family land which like his family, was always important to him.

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