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Journal Entry – the only constant is change

It has been a week full of anxiety.  The first was the entire sales organization got an e-mail for a conference call in two hours with the top leadership.  I do not recall ever having a conference call with the top leadership and when it is sudden you know there is going to be a significant change.

As is often the case they gave us a high level overview but did not discuss the details.  Everyone knows the devil is in the details and those conference calls would be done on a local level; ours was scheduled for the next morning.  Therefore, we were all left wondering what was in store throughout the day.

In short, my boss was moved to another role and I’ll be reporting to my old boss again which is just fine!  Reorganizations of entire departments are stressful for everyone because you never know if you’ll have to dust off the resume.  Luckily for me this change, even though it is huge, is not a big deal for my role in the company.  I’m glad that is over.

The second thing that has made this week quite stressful is that I learned through Facebook that the daughter of one of my high school classmates was life flighted to the hospital with brain swelling and bleeding.  My classmate has asked for prayers and is giving updates on Facebook.  I think as far as uses of Facebook go this is probably one of the best.  Her entire family is going through something nobody has to go through and they need support.  Facebook has the power to reach the maximum amount of friends and thus a broad array of both prayer and support.

Unfortunately at this stage it seems things are not going well and this has put me in such a low and sad place for her, her family and daughter. Losing a child in my opinion is worse than losing anyone else and is something nobody should ever have to go through.  So they’ve been on my mind since early yesterday and for one who does not believe in ‘prayer’ per se I’m praying for that little one and to see a recovery at this stage would make me reconsider my current beliefs.

—Update 6.21.2016—

Macy did not make it.  This has to be one of the saddest things I’ve ever experienced and it is very hard to stop thinking about.  Life is so precious, so fragile and at times slips away so easily.  Unfortunately it takes moments like this to wake us up from our stupor and realize how great of a gift life is.  To see the updates on Facebook was absolutely heart wrenching and many people like myself who had never even met Macy were absolutely devastated when we learned she wouldn’t pull through.  Hell, I was out with my friends having drinks and I actually cried thinking about this!  I don’t remember the last time I cried and I’ve seen plenty of death.

Anyway, it was asked that everyone light a candle for Macy and post it with the hashtag #candlesformacy.  So that is exactly what I did:  I went to the trail right next to Rockaway Beach where there is an outcropping with a meditation labyrinth and one often sees memorials.  I wanted my candle to be there and to look out over the ocean and pray in my own way for Macy and her family.

Memorial candle


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Journal Entry – Memorial post

As the years go by I become more and more aware that time appears to be moving much more quickly and only gaining speed.  I’m glad that I realized this early on and make the effort to write down my thoughts and post my pictures.  By doing this I’m keeping a record of my journey through life which I hope will be preserved for eternity; it is something that those in the future can look back upon for entertainment or even to study what life was like for a person alive from 1977-?.

Looking around it seems people walk in a daze, completing one task after another and never focusing on the moment.  Each day is a gift and should be savored and appreciated.  But even if we are able to slow down and appreciate that which surrounds us, our memories are not very good and although we can remember some things we’ll forget much about our own lives; it is as though we’re reading a book but towards the end only remember the chapter title and a paragraph or two.  I want to remember everything and be able to read my own story.  I want to feel again long gone emotions such the excitement/fear of a first day of school, a first date, getting in trouble, graduating, or a new love.

At 38 years old many of my old acquaintances seem to have forgotten the friendships we once had a decade or two ago.  They have turned into something different and this something different, these formal, reserved, adults appear to have a faulty memories.  I’ve learned that friendships, just like most things in life, degrade without constant care and attention.

I’ve heard the saying that if you only have two or three good friends in life you’ve done very well.  I never really believed this quote but now think I understand what it means.  The destroyer of everything, time, also eats at friendships until there is nothing but an outline, a husk of what once was.  Many of my old friends are now more foreign to me than acquaintances I’ve only met once after coming to San Francisco.

There are those however, just a couple of dots in the mosaic of a lifetime of friendships, that remain bright and that time is having difficulty wearing down.  Those are my true friends and I’m very grateful to have met them.  But even these true friends do not actively reach out very often.  I find that the catch up letters, the phone calls and such no longer happen.  With social media we are able to passively keep in touch with minimal effort.  Unfortunately doing it this way is like a splash of water on the face when I was hoping to dive into the deep end, to really feel the chilly water completely and exhilaration it brings with such a rapid temperature change.  But perhaps it is not the technology but simply that people get old, they forget and become very different people with each additional life experience.

I did not really set out to make this post about recording my own life.  Instead I meant for it as a way to remember a few others.  At 38 years, the number of old acquaintances passing away is starting to increase and is serving as a very stark reminder that life is just a blink, a very short transfer-station on an eternal train ride whose immensity and grandeur cannot be comprehended on this Podunk stop.  For most of my life I had only one friend pass away.  Then in my early thirties learned there were two others.

It was put out of my mind until the death of my childhood neighbor which I wrote about here.  His death really hit me hard even though I hadn’t seen him in almost a decade.  Then I return to Ohio this past May and learn of two more!

So, I’d just like to remember them here as a tribute, a way to send leave an eternal message on the internet, that they are not forgotten and even though we hadn’t spoken in almost two decades I enjoyed meeting them and hope they are well wherever they are.

1. Brad Stischok– I worked with Brad at my high school summer job doing maintenance for a golf course.  Returning home I saw his Dad who still works there, said hi and inquired about Brad.  It was then that I learned he had passed away in 2006 which left me speechless.  I was so shocked and unsure of what to say next that even though I wanted to know more and let him know how much I enjoyed working with Brad I did not want to cause him any further distress or pain so just offered my condolences and left it at that.

So Brad, I cannot believe you are gone.  I knew you briefly and frankly want to call you a BIG dufus for going and dying at such an early age.  I don’t know how you passed and maybe never will but I still want to smack you on the head for going and doing that.  People miss you; you were a great guy and I won’t forget the fun we had working together.

Obituary Link:

STISCHOK William Bradley “Brad” Stischok, age 30, of Columbus, passed away unexpectedly Sunday, January 1, 2006. He was a Sales Representative for Hill Distributing, a 1999 graduate of The Ohio State University. Brad was an avid Buckeye fan and loved to golf. He was Vice President of Colony Hill III Recreation Association and a member of Xenos Christian Fellowship Church. Preceded in death by his daughter Kiersten Lynn, grandparents George Manicho and Matt and Bertha Stischok, uncle Ray Stischok. Survived by his wife, Chrissy; children, Jacob and Makayla; parents, Bill and Marilyn Stischok; sister, Kim (Michael) Graham; grandmother, Midge Tiberi; mother- and father-in-law, Sandy and Chuck Tincher; sisters-in-law, Missy (Guy) Grinstead and Stephanie (Bob) Murgatroyd; life-long friend, Kenny Gardner; numerous aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, cousins and dear friends. Friends may visit on Wednesday, January 4, 2006 from 4-8 p.m. at the SPENCE-MILLER FUNERAL HOME, 2697 Columbus St., Grove City, where funeral will be held 10 a.m Thursday. Pastor John Cleary will be officiating. Interment Sunset Cemetery. In lieu of flowers, family request donations for Jacob and Makayla’s college education fund, c/o National City Bank.

2. Erik Falasca – Erik, I worked with you at the Grandview library in the audio/visual section when I was in college; I’m sure you’ll remember me if you think back and concentrate.  We once had a discussion with Greg that there is no way one should prefer to watch a sports game than have sex.  Greg told us that once a man turns 30 his priorities change.  We’ll I’m now 38 and I think that opinion is just as insane if not more-so as I did when I was 18.  Vita and Karen were are other two co-workers but they didn’t participate in that discussion I’m quite sure.  It was during that time period when the library first got Windows 95 computers, we thought they were completely awesome.


I learned you had passed visiting Trinity school when I read the plaque on the new pavilion near the entrance which to my utter shock had your name.  I wonder what it was that took you away at such a young age and regret that you are gone.  You were always a great person, upbeat, happy, positive and just a pleasure to be around.  If death were fair, he would do well to take the sour, nasty people first instead of people like you.  It might be terrible to say that but so what, it’s true.

Erik’s Obituary

Erik Falasca

Falasca Erik A. “Stavros” Falasca, age 37, passed away on Saturday, September 14, 2013 at his residence with his family at his side. Erik graduated from Grandview Heights High School, The Ohio State University and Emporia State. A dedicated employee of E-Tech Ohio, he was a member of the Knights of Columbus and St. Christopher Parish. He is preceded in death by his grandparents Giovanna and Carmine Mosca and Rosa and Sabatino Falasca and his aunt Silvia Valerio. He is survived by his wife, Oana; daughter, Calina Maria; parents, Armando and Elva Falasca; sisters, Mia (Brian) Gentile and Tina (Tom) Kistner; nephews, Roman and Nathaniel; niece, Giovanna; aunts, Rita (Vincent) DiSante and Mirella Duffey; uncle, Mario (Clara) Mosca; many cousins and friends. Friends may call SUNDAY (today) September 15, 2013 from 5-8 p.m. at the JOHN QUINT TREBONI FUNERAL HOME, 1177 W. Fifth Avenue. Funeral Mass 10 a.m., MONDAY, September 16, 2013 at Our Lady of Victory Catholic Church, 1559 Roxbury Road, Columbus. In lieu of flowers, friends who wish may contribute in memory of Erik to Trinity School, 1440 Grandview Avenue, Columbus, OH 43212 or Catholic Charities Our Daily Bread, 725 The Fallsway, Baltimore, MD 21202. Condolences may be sent

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Remembering Bobby J. – February 26th 2015

Tonight it is with a very heavy heart that I write this post.  I just received word from my hometown that my old neighbor, the young boy I knew while I was growing up, passed away much too soon.

It is moments like these that violently jolt us awake from the slumber brought on by daily monotonous routine.  

Tomorrow the sun will still rise, people will still go to work, but the world will not be the same, and never will be again.  There is one more whose light has been extinguished and now only exists in memory.

I wanted to write a post to serve as a memorial for Bobby Junior, known to me as simply Bobby J.  This is for that little kid who would always be so happy when I found the time to play with him, for the kid who laughed hysterically when I taught him the word “butt-pirate.”  It is for a kid who had a tough time in life and never seemed to find firm footing.  

Bobby J, it has been almost 20 years since we last met and tonight I wish I would have reached out just once to say hello.  I still have your name on AOL IM, that old messaging service that nobody uses anymore, and always wondered why your name continued to be there year after year. I tried to send you the picture below through AOL a few months ago but for some reason it didn’t work.  I thought I had plenty of time to try again.     

Tonight your mother and brother weigh heavily in my thoughts.  This is going to be very hard on them.  I know you had a pretty rough adult life and can only hope that you have now found peace.  

I hope that when I too leave this world we can sit again on the chimney and I can teach you another silly insult like “butt-pirate,” that your parents will get slightly upset with me for doing.  I’ll try to learn some new, equally entertaining insults to share with you before I get there.  

I’m thinking of you tonight buddy.  I feel a profound sadness that seeps into my very soul.  With your death a piece of my own childhood has died as well.   



In Memory of Bobby J. Hahn
In Memory of Bobby J. Hahn

Mary Elizabeth Rhodes (McCoy)- Memorial Post

Mary Elizabeth Rhodes (McCoy)

You are not forgotten

Mary Rhodes

| Columbus Dispatch


PUBLICATION: Columbus Dispatch, The (OH)

DATE: May 3, 2007

EDITION: Home Final

Page: 05B
RHODES Mary Elizabeth Rhodes, 81, of Columbus, formerly of Bellaire, Ohio and Greeneville, Tennessee, died Monday, April 30, 2007, at Riverside Methodist Hospital. Born May 10, 1925, in Afton, Tennessee, the daughter of the late Daniel (Buck) and Grace Smith McCoy. She was a member of St. Christopher Roman Catholic Church in Columbus. Mary loved baseball and hockey, especially the Columbus Clippers and the Columbus Blue Jackets. She especially enjoyed being a teacher’s aide at Trinity Catholic Preschool at St. Margaret of Cortona Parish in Columbus, where she was affectionately known as Grandma Mary. She also enjoyed working in her garden. In addition to her parents, she was preceded in death by her husband, Paul W. Rhodes on June 27, 1989, two sons, John Paul Rhodes on April 25, 1985 and Stephen Michael Rhodes on December 23, 1950, one brother, Roy McCoy and four sisters, Hazel Roberts, Mabelle Kinnick, Arma Nell Southerland and Agnes Harmon. Surviving are four children, Patricia Ann (Bob) Miller of Wickliffe, Ohio, Charles L. (Michelle) Rhodes of Bellaire, Ohio, Lester C. (Pat) Rhodes of Bridgeport, Ohio and Sharon M. (Mike) Curtin of Columbus, Ohio; one sister, Pauline Solomon of Greeneville, Tennessee; three half sisters, Gay Mitchell and Reba Green, both of Knoxville, Tennessee, and Barbara Roe of Johnson City, Tennessee; three half-brothers, Glenn McCoy and Charles McCoy, both of Knoxville, Tennessee, and Walter McCoy of Telford, Tennessee. Also seven grandchildren, Vince, Tammy, Matt, Christy, Jesse, John and Margot and several great-grandchildren and a special niece and friend, Phyllis (Gary) Jones of Greeneville, Tennessee. Family and friends will be received at the BAUKNECHT-ALTMEYER FUNERAL HOMES & CREMATORY, 441 37th Street, Bellaire, Ohio, on Thursday, May 3, 2007, from 4 to 8 p.m. Funeral liturgy with Mass will be celebrated on Friday at 9:30 a.m. at St. John Catholic Church in Bellaire, Ohio, with Msgr. Gene W. Mullett, the Celebrant. Interment in the Holly Memorial Gardens at Pleasant Grove, Ohio. Vigil services will be held at the funeral home on Thursday at 4:15 p.m. Memorial contributions may be made to Trinity Catholic Elementary School Scholarship Fund, 1381 Ida Avenue, Columbus, Ohio 43212. Share your thoughts and memories with Mary‘s family at
Cemetery information:
Holly Memorial Gardens
73360 Pleasant Grove Rd
Colerain, OH 43916
Grave Coordinates: 40°08’46.7″N 80°50’51.0″W

Mary E Rhodes Grave

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Robert Edward Curtin – 5/1/1922 – 8/16/2001

This post serves as a memorial to my Grandfather Robert E. Curtin.  I miss him very much and want to ensure he is never forgotten.

| Columbus Dispatch

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PUBLICATION: Columbus Dispatch, The (OH)

DATE: August 18, 2001

EDITION: Home Final

Page: 07B
CURTIN Robert Edward Curtin, age 79, of Columbus, August 16, 2001 at Riverside Hospital. Born May 1, 1922, the first of three children to Forrest and Hettie Curtin. 1940 graduate of Columbus Aquinas High School, 1948 graduate of The Ohio State University, College of Business. Army veteran of WW II. First Lieutenant with the 10th Mountain Division, 616th Field Artillery, combat service in Italy. Career employee (1948-1982) of the Burroughs Corporation – (Retirement Party video). Longtime parishioner, St. Christopher Church and Immaculate Conception Church. Preceded in death by wife Marie Cummins Curtin. Survived by their five children, Kathy (John) Grady of Aurora, Oh., Robert E. Jr. (Lorraine) of Columbus, Connie (Tom) Benner of Columbus, Michael F. (Sharon) Curtin of Columbus and Mary (Dan) O’Rourke of Columbus; 11 grandchildren. Also survived by sister, Peg Grannon of Fort Wayne, Ind.; brother, Jerry Curtin of Springfield, Oh. Family will receive friends at the JOHN QUINT AND SONS FUNERAL HOME, 1177 W. Fifth Ave., Sunday 2-5 and 7-9 p.m. Rosary 8:30 p.m. Funeral Mass 10 a.m. Monday at Immaculate Conception Church, 414 E. North Broadway. Interment Resurrection Cemetery. Memorial donations may be made to the Marie Cummins Curtin Scholarship in Pharmacy, The Ohio State University Foundation c/o the College of Pharmacy, 500 W. 12th Ave., Columbus, Oh. 43210-1291.

Grandpa – War Notes
Before War 

  1. Grandma graduated in 1943. She was #1 in Pharmacy at OSU and #1 in the State.
  2. Grandpa started OSU in 1940 but war started on December 7th, 1941 so Grandpa didn’t graduate until 1948.
  3. Grandpa sitting at his desk at home and heard on the radio that Pearl Harbor had been attacked. –  Japs bought oil from the U.S. but Roosevelt shut it off so they attacked.
  4. 2 Years in the ROTC were mandatory at OSU. Grandpa went into advanced ROTC and so did his buddy McCarthy.
  5. Went to Fort Knox, Kentucky for summer training. Grandpa got sick and was sent to the hospital.  In the officer’s ward they said “Ever heard of General George Patton?”  Grandpa said “No.”  They said “You will!”
  6. Grandpa went back to OSU and took constant courses.
  7. A Corporal came in and said “How would all of you like to become Corporals?” (You had to be a Corporal to get into OCS – Officer Candidate School.”
  8. Sent whole group to North Carolina, Fort Bragg. Grandpa said it was “Hot as hell.”  Hottest summer in history.
  9. Grandpa got sick and was taking salt pills. Grandpa went to the orderly room and Grandpa’s father called and said they were going back to OSU.  Nobody believed Grandpa and he ended up winning a few hundred bucks on bets.  (Father knew President (President of OSU Howard Landis Bevis?) who knew Alben Barkley)
  10. Grandpa took more classes
  11. Grandpa couldn’t “see” engineering drawing (couldn’t understand) so the only reason he passed is because his girlfriend (Grandma) got an A.
  12. Was sent to Fort Sill, Oklahoma where they got their Officer Commissions. It only took 13 weeks and they were known as “13 week wonders.”
  13. Four more weeks were added because of the US defeat at Kasserine Pass. The reason is that the officers could not read maps so an extra 4 weeks were added for map reading. Had to be a competent aerial photograph reader or no commission.
  14. Commanding officer at Fort Sill was #2 in Douglas MacArthur’s class at WestPoint.
  15. (102 Artillery) Only 12 remained in artillery – Others sent to infantry. Grandpa was very lucky to be placed in artillery.
  16. Grandpa was sent to 99th division at Camp Maxey. Couple of months that were very hot. He got orders to go to France.
  17. Most other platoons at 102% (2% excess)
  18. The 99th division’s first action was at the Battle of the Bulge.
  19. Grandpa went to Fort Meade, Maryland as excess. They didn’t know what to do with Grandpa. (Grandpa was part of the 2% excess and so wasn’t sent to France and the Battle of the Bulge.)
  20. Schedule –
    1. 6:00am – 1st Breakfast
    2. 7:30 – 2nd Breakfast
    3. 8:30 – Roll Call
    4. 11:00 – 1st Lunch
    5. 12:15 – 2nd Lunch
    6. First race at Laurel 1:00. 1943 Football season.  “V.O.C.O” – Verbal Order Commanding Officer.  Got leave 4-5 days.
  21. Grandpa got to go home for the OSU Michigan Game (November 20th – OSU lost 7-45) and Thanksgiving (November 25th) (extension OK’d for VOCO). They had to go to a certain office to ask for the leave with extension and the first question they were asked is, “When the hell did you guys get here?  If they had not asked for an extension they would have spent the war at Fort Meade as their records had been lost.  (Matt Note:  Reminds me of Catch-22 – NO records, they don’t exist!!  J  )
  22. McCarthy and Curtin – Both from Aquinas High School school and were together the entire time.

23. Luggage sent to North Dakota when came from Camp Maxey. Had no luggage. Told superiors they would not buy new stuff.  Found luggage and sent to Italy.

During the War

10th Mountain Division – World War 2

Robert Curtin’s World War Two Letters

  1. May 11th 1944 – Mother’s Day Letter
  2. December 24th, 1944 – Christmas Eve Letter


  1. Sent to Naples then to Florence
  2. 8th replacement depository between Florence and seaport in the Mediterranean. Commanding officer took him out in Florence, got him drunk and said he would send Grandpa and McCarthy to the same outfit. a.) Grandpa was assigned to the C Battery – 10th Mountain Division
    b.) McCarthy was assigned to the A Battery – 10th Mountain Division
  3. These were the days when the last of the Germans were in the Apennine Mountains.
  4. Grandpa reported into San Miniato. He got a letter from Aunt Marie which said “How do you like San Miniato?”  Nobody was supposed to know where they were!!  Grandpa could have gotten into big trouble but Joe McCarthy didn’t say anything.  “Aunt went out to dinner, found a map of Italy and just pointed and said he is close to here.”
  5. First Action – Was a forward observer to keep an eye on the Germans. Saw Germans in the Po Valley delivering weapons into a house disguised as a hospital.
  6. Grandpa called in for a ‘Fire mission’ on that hospital. Reply – “Sorry, we’ve shot up our allotted rounds for the day.”
  7. That night interdictory fire à Germans couldn’t see anything but shot up the hill that Grandpa was on.  Apennine Mountains.  Grandpa “very lucky to be alive.”  The following day they blasted out the Germans with tremendous firepower.
  8. After battle hard to see dead soldiers, animals, will never forget the stench.
  9. The German gas supply (located in Ploesti) was knocked out by a U.S. bombing raid. The Germans had to use animals to pull their weapons.
  10. Grandpa was relieved of “forward observer” to become a Battery Executive officer in charge of 4, 105mm Howitzer cannons. Went from the Apennine Mountains to the Po Valley and didn’t stop.
  11. A German Panzer Maus tank hit Grandpa’s third battle station. The blast turned a 2 ½ ton gun into smoke, completely destroyed.
  12. German column came from the North and said something in broken English. Grandpa thinks they might be trying to give themselves up. Grandpa orders the 4th gun section to fire on them in the Po Valley (Modena City).  Blew most up and captured the rest.
  13. At Lake Garda – Arco City (Northern Italy) Grandpa advanced May 2nd, 1945 and the Germans surrendered.
  14. President Truman orders them to go to North East Italy, then Caporetto, Slovenia (Grandpa saw women with guns on their shoulders) (Isonzo River) and keep Josip Broz Tito (Yugoslavia strong man) from seizing Trieste, Italy.
  15. Italians had built a huge monument to the worst defeat in WWI (Ossario di Oslavia)
  16. Tito was told not to cross the Isonzo River or the Americans would fire.
  17. That ended Grandpa’s fighting days.

After the War

  1. Grandpa went to Florence and Rome (Took dates with Italian girls begging for money. Grandpa afraid to shack with them. Just went to clubs)
  2. Naples to Florence – Everyone wanted to sell something (desperate for money) If anyone tried to sell them wine, they told them to get away and if ignored then they would shoot in the air to make them leave. (Kerosene wine made you blind.)
  3. Germans were glad to get out of the war.
  4. Went to Merano, Bolzano in the Tyrol Mountains.


Google Zoomable Map click HERE

Yellow – Start point (excluding Naples where Grandpa flew into)
Red – Action
Blue – Vacation afterwards

Interview about experience in World War II

Video Notes:
Wehrmachts – Marketenderware Verkauf in Freien Handel verboten’
“Sales in the Free Market are Prohibited” – and ‘Reserve a la Wehrmacht”

Grateful Nation Salutes 'Fog' Curtin
Grateful Nation Salutes ‘Fog’ Curtin

Grateful Nation Salutes ‘Fog’ CurtinCLICK HERE for complete article

National Archives page for Robert Curtin – Click Here

fold3 (by page for Robert Curtin – Click Here

Denver Public Library (Home of the 10th Mountain Division Archives)

Call Number:
Publisher, Date:
22 digital files (3.80 GB)
Bio/Organization Note:
Robert Edward “Fog” Curtin was born on May 1, 1922 in Cleveland, Ohio and enlisted in the Army at Columbus, Ohio on June 23, 1942. He later went to officer’s candidate school in Fort Sill, Okla. where he was commissioned a 2nd Lieutenant on April 8, 1944. In 1945, Curtin joined the 10th Mountain Division in Italy as an officer with Battery C of the 616th Field Artillery Battalion. He later attained the rank of 1st Lieutenant before being dischared on May 4, 1946.Curtin died on August 18, 2001 in Columbus, Ohio
Collection contains personal photographs, correspondence, interviews, and clippings stored on 22 digital files.
Other Author:
Catalog record based on preliminary inventory.
Collection contains digital files only.
Contact Western History/Genealogy Dept., Denver Public Library, Denver, Colorado.
Robert Edward “Fog” Curtin was born on May 1, 1922 in Cleveland, Ohio and enlisted in the Army at Columbus, Ohio on June 23, 1942. He later went to officer’s candidate school in Fort Sill, Okla. where he was commissioned a 2nd Lieutenant on April 8, 1944. In 1945, Curtin joined the 10th Mountain Division in Italy as an officer with Battery C of the 616th Field Artillery Battalion. He later attained the rank of 1st Lieutenant before being dischared on May 4, 1946.Curtin died on August 18, 2001 in Columbus, Ohio
Forms part of: 10th Mountain Division Resource Center Collection.
Collection is comprised of: 4 pdf files, 16 jpg files, 2 mp4 files
Gift; Matt Curtin; 2016.

Robert E. Curtin is also listed in the 10th Mountain Division national roster (Page. 188) which can be found in the appendix of the following book:

10th Mountain Division
10th Mountain Division

10th Mountain Division – Hardcover – June 1st, 1998
By: Randy W. Baumgardner

Amazon Link:  Click Here





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Birth: May 1st, 1922 – Cleveland, Cuyahoga County, Ohio, USA
Death:  August 16th, 2001, Columbus, Franklin County Ohio, USA
Date of burial – August 20th, 2001

Resurrection Cemetery
Lewis Center, Delaware County
Ohio, USA
Plot: Garden of Visitation/Nativity, Lot 26, Space 5
Grave Coordinates: 40°08’49.1″N 83°00’48.8″W

Robert Edward Curtin Grave

Thoughts and memories about my Grandpa:

I’ll always remember Grandpa sitting in his lazy boy recliner, smoking his pipe, eating Planter’s Peanuts and watching World War II on the history channel.

We stayed overnight at my grandparent’s house a few times and one time in particular I remember very well.  Dinner was made and we were eating at the counter but I didn’t want to eat my vegetables.  Grandpa told me I needed to eat them but then Grandma said “Oh, Bob, he doesn’t need to eat them if he doesn’t want to.”  That was a great great moment and fit perfectly into the ideal of a Grandmother.

Grandma was carrying a TV on a tray but lost her balance and dropped it over Grandpa who was sitting in his Lazy-Boy recliner as usual.  He caught it, not from underneath but by its sides which was really impressive to me.