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9:30 am - 11:00 am
Saturday, March 5, 2022
Kelley Funeral Home
125 Pitman Ave.
Pitman, New Jersey, United States
Saturday
5
March
Funeral Service
11:00 am
Saturday, March 5, 2022
Kelley Funeral Home
125 Pitman Ave.
Pitman, New Jersey, United States
Saturday
5
March
Final Resting Place
12:15 pm
Saturday, March 5, 2022
Gloucester County Veteran's Cemetery
240 S. Tuckahoe Rd.
Monroe Twp., New Jersey, United States
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Remember when I was 7 years old the Kobylinskis moved to Pitman in my Neighborhood and became life long friends.I am so sorry Betty and family for your loss and am sorry I didn't know Of Rich passing. With love. Butch and Diane Batchelor
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Son, David posted a condolence
Thursday, March 3, 2022
I remember doing things with dad. I don’t remember how old we were or what lead up to doing these things, but generally they were with dad.
Some of my earliest memories together were riding the high-speed line. We used to take a couple hours and ride the train into the city and back. This train was so fast and new. I remember it took off one time and I started to fall backward. Dad was, of course, behind me to steady me. Many years later I took the bus back from North Carolina after visiting my friend Bill at college. The bus stopped in Philly. I remembered the train rides and I took the high-speed line from the bus terminal to the last stop where we used to get onto the train when we were young. I was partially thinking this was the closest to the house, so someone could pick me up. When I called to get picked up dad says, “why didn’t you get off at Woodcrest Station?” I had no good answer to give him, but really the answer was that I remember.
I remember that he had to fix the porch roof at the old house on Fourth Ave. I guess it needed to be pitched up so the snow and rain could run off. I watched him and grand-pop McNaughton put in the 2x4 boards and plywood. They started shingling and used an adjustable square to align the shingles. I remember being amazed at the things he knew. How could he know how to do all this?
Years later I “helped” him and his friend Kenny Worrell create the large deck on the back of the house on Canterbury. Seeing it come together was amazing even as a teenager. Also amazing to me how you can have a shouting match with that same friend when you disagree on the construction details. It made me cry out of frustration to hear them arguing. Watching over the years encouraged me to do some construction of my own. I’m further amazed at what he was capable of after trying some construction on my own house.
He used to work on his cars back then too. You can learn and understand a lot about fixing a car even if the only help you can provide is to hold the light and shine it here. Did you know that you can put out a small fire on your engine by sprinkling baking soda on the fire? Did you know that you can drive for miles if your alternator belt breaks on the way to Grandma’s? You’ll be able to get to the auto parts store in Conchohoken. I know these things!
I don’t remember him doing some of the sports and athletic things with us much. But I do remember some of the times he did. He wore the right handed baseball glove on the wrong hand because he’s a lefty. No wait, he swung righty how can he do that? He knew that you throw the bowling ball like a suitcase, just like this, but I don’t remember him ever rolling the ball himself. He knew that kids shouldn’t be out on the little-league baseball field during a thunderstorm, even if he had to go out onto the field in the rain to make the point to some who don’t. He helped me with my home run swing withe the wiffle ball bat when I was in a slump and my brothers were beating me in home run derby.
He used to take us fishing at Alcyon Lake. Showed is how to put the worm on the hook. Showed how to put the bread on the hook. One time he came with fishing in the stream on “the other side of Lambs Road.” He said that this one bend in the stream looked like a good spot to try. Told me to let the breaded hook drift down to the bend. Wouldn’t you know it, there was a giant, hungry carp right there in the bend?
We used to go crabbing too. We used to get ready in the morning by putting some chicken legs out in the sun in the back yard to rotten up a bit for the crabs. Next to the Salem nuclear power-plant he would tie on the lead weight and chicken drummy and we’d drop it into the bay. You can feel the twitch of the line when the crabs have found the bait. Pull the line up slowly and smoothly and you’ll have some blue claws for cooking later.
I remember being able to stay up an extra half hour to watch Happy Days on Tuesdays when mom was bowling.
I remember driving in the front seat of the station wagon when we went to pick up bread for the food co-op in the grove. No seatbelt from The Wonder Bread Outlet in Woodbury! He always put his arm out to guard us against a crash when he was stopping a little faster.
I remember going with him to the Texaco refinery to pick up his paycheck. Maybe we stopped at the bar to have a sandwich for lunch on the way back. Maybe we didn’t.
We’ve heard all the stories too. Maybe have even heard them a couple times (too many). Riding the trolly when he was still in the city and pulling the cord to stop and get off when the conductor wouldn’t stop where dad wanted. Swimming half way across the lake underwater to reach the diving platform. Getting pulled for speeding because the car sounded loud. Line up all you mf-ers so I can kick all your asses. This is after getting hit on the head with a beer bottle. The captain is this tall, so I only cleaned these horizontal blinds for the white glove inspection. Stories of how he could know what was wrong on the bomber targeting, but not know why he new. The Studebaker Hawk. Other stories of him being a pain in the ass in the Air Force. Stories of jumping off the cliffs at Lake Delta. When he was young he thought he could take Muhammad Ali. Maybe he could, I’ve never really seen him fight. I’m sure some have seen him fight and could let us know if he could.
Before Google maps there was dad telling us how to get places. There were at least two ways to get anywhere.
I’m giving you all good stuff. I want to remember him for that. I remember a lot. A lot of other stuff too. I’m going to keep this to myself. You will remember him through your own lens and I hope you remember the good and bad too.
He’s been an excellent father and role model for me.
I love you dad. Goodbye.
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Brian Frekot Posted Mar 3, 2022 at 10:12 PM
What a great remembrance Dave. My condolences and best wishes to you and your family. I have many wonderful memories.
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R. Camp Posted Mar 9, 2022 at 5:20 PM
Great memory of ur dad all the Konlinsky good people and Gene what a ball player as ur dad. I lived in ,Rome in 59 while my dad worked on air force base. In Grove on west ave ur grandparents also warm & Friendly. As a fellow Veteran I salute ur dad service. Proud to have know Family.
125 Pitman Avenue
Pitman, NJ 08071
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