Robert "Bob"
Clark
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This marks the passing of Robert Harrington “Bob” Clark. He worked hard. He played hard. He lived his life filled with a passionate determination to make the world a more orderly and better place. Both markers of the true Marine that he was.
Bob was born in Augusta, Maine on August 8, 1934 and left the world on November 9, 2016 while residing in Boothbay Harbor, Maine. He lived many places throughout his life, but raised his family in Darien, Connecticut, retired to Stuart, Florida, and spent every summer at his home in Boothbay Harbor.
Outside of his lifelong career with Procter and Gamble, Bob spent countless hours being an organizer of the finest kind for his family. During the 70s, he brought the Noroton Manor neighborhood together with an annual Christmas carol sing. He volunteered for many years for the Darien Junior Football League. He was the Chief of All Nations for the YMCA Indian Guides. There are so many places where Bob donated his time and energy to make the world a better place for others.
Bob Clark was an avid boater. As the captain of Mother and many other vessels, he enjoyed pulling lobster traps, serving as the committee boat for the whaleboat Middlesex, and cruising with a cocktail on Long Island Sound and around Coastal Maine.
Bob loved his time golfing at Willoughby Golf Club, carving beautiful duck decoys, playing the gutbucket and the banjo, drinking bourbon Manhattans, rooting for Notre Dame football, and singing with the University Glee Club of New York City - not necessarily in that order.
He was a loving husband to Glenna for over 56 years - a devoted father to Deb (Clark) Holden, Rob Clark, and Betsy (Clark) Balmat - a supportive father-in-law to Kevin Holden, Vicki Clark, and Dan Balmat - and a caring grandfather to R.H., Evan, Julia, Tommy, Nick, and Michael.
Bob Clark will be missed by all who knew him. Missed for his wit and song. Missed for his love and loyalty. A celebration of his life will be held in Boothbay next summer but until then, raise a glass and sing a song in his honor.
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