Robert Raymond Moser was born on Aug 9, 1927 and grew up in Philadelphia during the depression. He enlisted in the Army for WW2. These are events that shaped who he was throughout his life.
My father obtained his modest dreams of owning a home with a yard in the suburbs, having a wonderful and long marriage, having a secure and steady job and having two children, a boy and girl. This brought him joy throughout his life.
He was proud of being a boy scout and got together every year with his troop up until very recently. He took pride in illustrating and writing for their monthly newsletters.
He was a caring man, working during his summers in high school at The Pennsylvania Society for Crippled Children and Adults.
Dad was a loyal and very intelligent man, working for General Electric from 1956 until 1990. Everything in our household had to be a GE appliance with no exception. He was not allowed to discuss work with anyone due to the level of clearance he worked under. We knew not to ask about work. He worked on such projects as the Mil Space Program, The Mercury Program (which included the monkey in space) and the Satellite Recovery Vehicle and the Corona Trailblazers Reconnaissance Team. I remember being catastrophically late to a date in high school because my dad, suddenly started talking to me about work, something I would not walk away from for anything. At the time he was working on the master budget for the Italian Space Program.
He attended Penn State on the GI Bill with his brother, also a vet. He was a die hard fan of Penn State Football and spent hours watching old football games and doing endless research creating depth charts of potential high school players he shared with friends, colleagues, family, as well as the coaching staff at Penn State. At one point he reached out to the coaching staff stating they had too many players on their roster and that they would face fines. They took action and responded with a thank you letter. In his eyes, the national championship was always just around the corner, and the polls always put his team far too low. His passion and loyalty to Penn State Football bordered on obsession.
He was an adventurous man, traveling the world often alone. He was known to hang out of moving bus windows to take photographs. On one of these trips he met my mother, someone he consistently referred to as “his bride.” They were in BC in the Rocky Mountains. Shortly after meeting my mother, while on the trip, he proposed to her. This seems out of character at first, but he knew what he wanted and was a very determined man. He courted my mother for one year, flying every other weekend from Philly to Minneapolis, before finally winning her hand.
My mother was the love of his life. My family continued to be moved and inspired by their love. During his illnesses, he would insist on holding her hand and gazing up at her like a love struck teenager, smiling blissfully. They would have celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary this Fall.
I remember as a child, every night without exception, he would come home from work, walk in the house and up the stairs stopping to sigh occasionally, and then walk into the kitchen where my mom would be cooking and kiss and hold her for what seemed like hours as a child. This is something I try to do in marriage.
My dad was a detailed man with a great memory and was someone who knew his children better then they knew themselves. I clearly remember calling my father while I was in college a few states away in an apartment he had not seen, trying to find my keys. He walked me through what he knew were my actions, and I was able to find them.
He was a creative playful man. We had a yard with many trees, which seemed to be constantly being cut down. After one particular time he built a 12-15 foot teepee wrapped in burlap for me to play in. It stood for quite sometime and we played in it constantly. I will always fondly remember my time with him in Indian Guides, where the other fathers came to him for advice and guidance. Our Indian Guide names were Running Fox for me, and Walking Fox for him. He created all kinds of odd costumes and was capable of scaring even the teenagers when they came around through some really unexpected things such as his hand exploding out of his chest to offer candy.
My father was a great provider, something he saw as his most important role. We never wanted for anything, and without his love and support my sister and I would not have the lives we have now, nor would his grand children.
He was a fighter, and faced many health challenges throughout the later part of his life. He was forced to repeatedly learn to walk and eat again after some of these challenges, and always did so with vigor and discipline. He endured such unpleasant things as lettuce sandwiches and boiled chicken for his diet. Up until his last week, he would do bicep pumps and let us know he was still strong and could fight.
He was a wise man. I remember taking him fishing for his birthday one year so we could just sit and talk. I am not a fisherman but kept catching fish, which I found very distracting. My father had not caught any fish all afternoon. I asked him why this was and he simply replied, I never baited my hook because all he wanted to do was to talk with me.
Dad was a gentle man and would sing my sister and I lullabies when we were young. He maintained that any song could be a lullaby if it were sung correctly. Some of the songs included, “I’ve Been Working on the Railroad”, “Down By the Old Mill Stream,” “On the Road to Mandalay” and “Battle Hymn of the Republic.” He sang some of these songs during this last set of challenges attempting to clear his lungs, this brought joy to his family and the staff of the facility he was at.
My father was a spiritual man, and told me he would be nowhere without prayer. He seemed to have an expression of bliss these last few months when we were with him. He lived on his own terms and died on his own terms.
Thank you for all that you’ve done and we love you.