Anne N. Bates

Robert W. Carroll Jr.
May 7, 1941 – April 10, 2005


Bob trudged the sidewalks to and fro
It didn’t matter if there was sun or snow,
After 30-mile walks on frozen lakes,
He shared his wondrous photo takes.

He loved to crawl through caves damp and dark,
Like you and I’d enjoy a walk in the park.
His caving exploits were known far and wide
As well as the critters that lived inside.

His eating habits were mighty strange
And his canned-food assortments had a range
From squid, sardines and the eggs of quail;
These were snacks he would take on the trail.

We walked with a “Giant”
And we didn’t know
This complex man from head to toe.
But in our hearts he will always be
A part of our Clarkson family.

These are excerpts from a poem written by Susan Cutler, a co-worker at Clarkson College.

Submitted by: George Carroll, brother
Vernon, Connecticut