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Robert William Hoerling
October 20, 1923 ~ June 1, 2015 (age 91) 91 Years Old Light a Candle
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A candle was lit by Kelly Eidsvik
on July 28, 2015 10:12 PM
Message from Marian Folsom
June 9, 2015 2:18 PM
Jim,Karen and Kim:
I just found out about Buck's passing.
The Hoerling's have been in my life and in my family's lives for as long as I can remember. Greenhouses and mortuarys go hand in hand.
I've been gone from Centralia for a long time and would run into Buck from time to time. Always that bigger than life smile.AND a hug.
Just can't believe you are gone, Buck. See you when I get there.
Marian Folsom
I just found out about Buck's passing.
The Hoerling's have been in my life and in my family's lives for as long as I can remember. Greenhouses and mortuarys go hand in hand.
I've been gone from Centralia for a long time and would run into Buck from time to time. Always that bigger than life smile.AND a hug.
Just can't believe you are gone, Buck. See you when I get there.
Marian Folsom
A candle was lit by Morrie Folsom, Rod Folsom and Marian Folsom
on June 9, 2015 2:03 PM
Message from Blake Lindskog
June 8, 2015 4:33 PM
Kim and Family,
I was very fortunate at a young age to experience the Hoerling Family. Your parents always welcomed me and treated me with so much kindness , their generousity towards me will never be forgotten. When I was 16 I had no idea the impact your Dad had on me untill I had my own family. Mr. "H" as I referred to him gave me a call some 10 years ago and asked if I had time for a lunch, I had not seen Bob for perhaps 20 years. This lunch was so special too me for I got to tell him the impact he made on me and how I always welcomed my kids friends over regardless of the hour and always provided food, just as your parents always did for me. I was sad to hear of his passing, He will forwever be remembered by me as one of the special people that have impacted my life.
I was very fortunate at a young age to experience the Hoerling Family. Your parents always welcomed me and treated me with so much kindness , their generousity towards me will never be forgotten. When I was 16 I had no idea the impact your Dad had on me untill I had my own family. Mr. "H" as I referred to him gave me a call some 10 years ago and asked if I had time for a lunch, I had not seen Bob for perhaps 20 years. This lunch was so special too me for I got to tell him the impact he made on me and how I always welcomed my kids friends over regardless of the hour and always provided food, just as your parents always did for me. I was sad to hear of his passing, He will forwever be remembered by me as one of the special people that have impacted my life.
Message from Jim Vosper
June 7, 2015 1:49 PM
While I wasn't a close friend Mr. Hoerling was always a positive fixture in the community. I also remember he handled many services for the Oakville area community. My condolences to Jim and the rest of the Hoerling family.
Message from Jeff millman
June 6, 2015 10:38 AM
Jim and Joyce sorry for your loss, hope to see you at the service. Your dad was always so nice to me and cattermole funeral home. May the dawgs make the rose bowl in his memory Cheryl and jeff
A candle was lit by Cheryl and Jeff millman
on June 6, 2015 10:35 AM
A candle was lit by Susan Hermeston
on June 5, 2015 4:59 PM
A candle was lit by Jim and Joyce Hoerling
on June 4, 2015 6:59 PM
A candle was lit by Karen
on June 4, 2015 2:18 PM
A candle was lit by Alex & Jeanette Hoerling
on June 4, 2015 7:36 AM
A candle was lit by Tatum Hoerling
on June 4, 2015 7:34 AM
A candle was lit by Logan Hoerling
on June 4, 2015 7:34 AM
Message from Janet Balfour Cleaveland
June 1, 2015 8:49 PM
I adored my Aunt Jackie and Uncle Bobbie. will love them forever.
Once when I was 4 years old, Uncle Bobbie took me out in a rowboat at Deep Lake, Wash. I was terrified, but he kept telling me not to worry, not to fret. He cared about me and wanted me to get over being so frightened. He was right!
I remember piling into the back of his station wagon at 15 years old and going to the World's Fair in Seattle in 1962. I remember how he zoomed down Alaska Way to Seattle Center, how he made sure we had a good time. I remember times at the Bay when I swam from the dock to the shore trying to avoid the jelly fish. He told me to go fast so I wouldn't get stung. I remember when I was 15 and had a bright red night shirt on before I tucked into bed and he said, "Here's the local fire chief." I remember his kindness to my son who was a student at Western Washington University in 1990. Uncle Bobbie and Aunt Jackie fed him and gave him Huskies tickets and sent him on his way to Vancouver. I remember, above all, how kind Uncle Bobbie was to me always. I will always regret that I passed up a chance to live at Aunt Jackie's and Uncle Bobbie's to go to Centralia College.
Rest in peace, Uncle Bob. Even my mom, a typical stoic Ingalls woman, is broken up over Bob's death. (Ingalls cousins, you know that Ingalls women look straight ahead and never shed a tear in public.) Not so with me. I love you, Uncle Bobbie.
Once when I was 4 years old, Uncle Bobbie took me out in a rowboat at Deep Lake, Wash. I was terrified, but he kept telling me not to worry, not to fret. He cared about me and wanted me to get over being so frightened. He was right!
I remember piling into the back of his station wagon at 15 years old and going to the World's Fair in Seattle in 1962. I remember how he zoomed down Alaska Way to Seattle Center, how he made sure we had a good time. I remember times at the Bay when I swam from the dock to the shore trying to avoid the jelly fish. He told me to go fast so I wouldn't get stung. I remember when I was 15 and had a bright red night shirt on before I tucked into bed and he said, "Here's the local fire chief." I remember his kindness to my son who was a student at Western Washington University in 1990. Uncle Bobbie and Aunt Jackie fed him and gave him Huskies tickets and sent him on his way to Vancouver. I remember, above all, how kind Uncle Bobbie was to me always. I will always regret that I passed up a chance to live at Aunt Jackie's and Uncle Bobbie's to go to Centralia College.
Rest in peace, Uncle Bob. Even my mom, a typical stoic Ingalls woman, is broken up over Bob's death. (Ingalls cousins, you know that Ingalls women look straight ahead and never shed a tear in public.) Not so with me. I love you, Uncle Bobbie.
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