WESTFIELD – Robert (Bob) Walter Prouty, 97, died on December 16, 2013 at the Soldier’s Home in Holyoke, MA. Bob was a long time resident of Westfield, MA and Southwick, MA. He was born on December 3, 1916 in West Springfield, MA to Walter and Sylvia Prouty.
Bob proudly served in the South Pacific as a SeaBee in the U.S. Navy during World War II. He worked for many years as a stationary fireman before retiring at age 74. He was active in the VFW 1847 and American Legion Post 454 and is a lifetime member of both organizations. He was also a member of Grace Lutheran Church in West Springfield, MA.
Bob is survived by his beloved wife of 50 years, Ruth Schab and his children, Robert Prouty, Jr of Springfield, MA, James Prouty of Haines City FL and Costa Rica, Sandy Schab of Wethersfield, CT, Barbara Jenkinson and her husband, Dennis, of West Springfield, MA, Linda Venturini and her husband, Jeff Robertus, of Elizabeth , CO, Gordon Prouty and his wife, Mary, of Oakdale, CT; daughter-in-law, Roseanne Prouty of Westfield, MA and his adored dog, Chichi. Bob was predeceased by his son, John of Montgomery, MA. Bob also leaves grandchildren, James Prouty, Jr. Charlene Stober, Lori Prouty, Cheryl Prouty, Johnna Prouty, Allan Jenkinson and Christopher Jenkinson. He also leaves 9 great-grandchildren, Emma, Sophie, Chloe, Ashley, Justin, Cody, Brandon, Liam and Elise and 2 great-great-grandchildren, Tristan and Brady.
Calling hours will be Thursday, December 19, 2013 from 4:00-7:00 p.m. at Firtion-Adams Funeral Home, 76 Broad Street, Westfield, MA. Funeral Services will be held at Firtion-Adams at 11:00 a.m. on December 20, 2013 to be followed by burial at St. John’s Cemetery, 139 Lockhouse Rd. Westfield, MA.
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Holyoke Soldiers Home http://www.mass.gov/eohhs/consumer/specific-populations/veterans/holyoke/giving/make-a-gift-to-the-soldiers-home.html or Noble Hospice http://noblehospice.org/ways-to-give/. There is a port of no return, where ships may ride at anchor for a little space and then, some starless night, the cable slips, Leaving an eddy at the mooring place . . . Gulls, veer no longer. Sailor, rest your oar. No tangled wreckage will be washed ashore. Godspeed, Bob. You were greatly loved and will be sorely missed.
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