Husband Robert Joseph Dehais
Born: 17 Apr 1920 - Glens Falls, Warren, New York
Christened:
Died: 9 Oct 1989 - Glens Falls, Warren, New York
Cause of Death: Heart disease
Buried:
Father: Robert William Dehais (Abt 1887- )
Mother: Christella (Abt 1889- )
Marriage: 12 Sep 1948 - Glens Falls, Church of the Messiah
Wife Barbara Anne Lowe
Born: 1921 - Glens Falls ?
Christened:
Died: Living
Buried:
Father: Allen Arthur Lowe (1893-1964)
Mother: Helen Story Readio (1890-1977)
Children
General Notes (Husband)
Robert Dehais actually died of sudden heart attack on the way home from somewhere out west, they lived in Glens Falls at the time. He had severe heart disease; had been a heavy smoker. His father was son of a farmer in the Glens Falls area. I think his mother came from North Creek in a buggy with something or other to keep warm. His father was a self taught engineer who headed a major portion of the New York State rapid rail system that existed until the Depression and died then, when he lost his job. He went to northrn Alaska or Canada during a gold rush - and made a major gold strike. This is the sort of story one would expect in someone whose son married into the Raymond family. (It starts with witches in Salem and a land speculator in Suffolk, and gets better) But his wife wanted him home, so instead of stayng and becoming fabulously rich, he brought home enough gold to see his family through the Depression and open a blacksmith or plumbing shop of some sort in Glens Falls, where he used to draw differential equations on the dirt floor while explaining to his grandson, my cousin Joe, "I have to figure out whre to put the furnace, don't I?" That doesn't exactly require differential calculus.
Robert Dehais worked his way up from a bank clerk to manager to executive, of two local banks, one in Waterville Maine and one in Glens Falls. He was also for a very long time a vestryman at the Church of the Messiah, Episcopal, in Glens Falls. He and my father, a young assistant pastor there in 1955, became friends, and liked to visit and to hunt together, and that is how my father met my mother. Uncle Bob was a man of firm convictions and solid conscience when something bothered it, but deeply conservative and saw EVERYTHING from a business standpoint, and did an excellent job of teaching his three children to do the same. I found him somewhat arrogant and self-centered. He would smoke in your face or drive for two miles with a turn signal on just to demonstrate that he had the right to do it.
Robert Dehais actually died of sudden heart attack on the way home from somewhere out west, they lived in Glens Falls at the time. He had severe heart disease; had been a heavy smoker. His father was son of a farmer in the Glens Falls area. I think his mother came from North Creek in a buggy with something or other to keep warm. His father was a self taught engineer who headed a major portion of the New York State rapid rail system that existed until the Depression and died then, when he lost his job. He went to northrn Alaska or Canada during a gold rush - and made a major gold strike. This is the sort of story one would expect in someone whose son married into the Raymond family. (It starts with witches in Salem and a land speculator in Suffolk, and gets better) But his wife wanted him home, so instead of stayng and becoming fabulously rich, he brought home enough gold to see his family through the Depression and open a blacksmith or plumbing shop of some sort in Glens Falls, where he used to draw differential equations on the dirt floor while explaining to his grandson, my cousin Joe, "I have to figure out whre to put the furnace, don't I?" That doesn't exactly require differential calculus.
Robert Dehais worked his way up from a bank clerk to manager to executive, of two local banks, one in Waterville Maine and one in Glens Falls. He was also for a very long time a vestryman at the Church of the Messiah, Episcopal, in Glens Falls. He and my father, a young assistant pastor there in 1955, became friends, and liked to visit and to hunt together, and that is how my father met my mother. Uncle Bob was a man of firm convictions and solid conscience when something bothered it, but deeply conservative and saw EVERYTHING from a business standpoint, and did an excellent job of teaching his three children to do the same. I found him somewhat arrogant and self-centered. He would smoke in your face or drive for two miles with a turn signal on just to demonstrate that he could do it.
Robert Dehais actually died of sudden heart attack on the way home from somewhere out west, they lived in Glens Falls at the time. He had severe heart disease; had been a heavy smoker. His father was son of a farmer in the Glens Falls area. I think his mother came from North Creek in a buggy with something or other to keep warm. His father was a self taught engineer who headed a major portion of the New York State rapid rail system that existed until the Depression and died then, when he lost his job. He went to northrn Alaska or Canada during a gold rush - and made a major gold strike. This is the sort of story one would expect in someone whose son married into the Raymond family. (It starts with witches in Salem and a land speculator in Suffolk, and gets better) But his wife wanted him home, so instead of stayng and becoming fabulously rich, he brought home enough gold to see his family through the Depression and open a blacksmith or plumbing shop of some sort in Glens Falls, where he used to draw differential equations on the dirt floor while explaining to his grandson, my cousin Joe, "I have to figure out whre to put the furnace, don't I?" That doesn't exactly require differential calculus.
Robert Dehais worked his way up from a bank clerk to manager to executive, of two local banks, one in Waterville Maine and one in Glens Falls. He was also for a very long time a vestryman at the Church of the Messiah, Episcopal, in Glens Falls. He and my father, a young assistant pastor there in 1955, became friends, and liked to visit and to hunt together, and that is how my father met my mother. Uncle Bob was a man of firm convictions and solid conscience when something bothered it, but deeply conservative and saw EVERYTHING from a business standpoint, and did an excellent job of teaching his three children to do the same. I found him somewhat arrogant and self-centered. He would smoke in your face or drive for two miles with a turn signal on just to demonstrate that he could do it.