Robert Carson Appleby
Bob and Breesie
Bob was born in Springfield, Missouri on 24th August 1918
The eldest of six sons of Claude and Lona Appleby
During his early-teens, the family moved to California
His story will be added in segments
It begins with the poem below.
Time out for one of Breesie's cookies
Bob in 1920
His great-grandmother, Inez Eliza Hazeltine-Breese
wrote the following poem, from a heart that adored him.
As a little boy, he called her "Beesie"
Forever after, she was "Breesie".
|To her, he was, always, her|
There is a dear little boy, just three years old
Of him is the sweetest story that ever was told.
His hair is white as white can be
And how sweet he is you soon shall see.
He comes to see me most every day,
And as soon as he comes, he wants to play.
He climbs every thing from the chair to the table,
And in Every thing he is possibly able.
He eats his dinner, then away he goes,
When or where nobody knows.
For he is up and gone in the wink of an eye,
No one could catch him, so we don’t even try.
He comes home tired, and wants to rest
Then ‘Beesie’ holds him up close to her breast
And kisses his dirty little face and hands
and softly sings him off to sleepy land.
Inez Eliza Haseltine-Breese, 1850-1936
Dorothy Appleby Turner, All rights reserved
Last Revised: 08 January 2003