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Robert Becker

Robert Becker

Friday, November 23rd, 1928 Sunday, March 10th, 2019

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Obituary for Robert C. Becker

Robert C. Becker, age 90 and resident of Greenville, SC, went to be with the Lord on Sunday, March 10, 2019. Born in 1928 in New York City to parents Christian and Adeline Becker, he served in the United States Navy from 1945—1947. He then began his career with Metropolitan Life, working for more than fifty years in New York and later Tampa, Florida. Bob and Joyce made Tampa their home for 33 years before moving to Greenville, SC in 2005.

He is survived by his devoted wife of almost 70 years, Joyce M. Becker. His children are Richard Becker (Paula), Douglas Becker (Carolyn), and Kenneth Becker (Michele). Robert’s six grandchildren are Jennifer Naselli (Andrew), James Becker (Brooke), Matthew Becker, Jessica Pierce (Benjamin), Anne Marie Frederick (Jeremy), and Evan Becker. He was blessed with five great-granddaughters and was very proud of each of them: Kara Naselli, Gloria Naselli, Emma Naselli, Eden Naselli, and Molly Becker. Bob is also survived by his sister Mildred Oram.

Bob was a hard worker who loved his wife and family deeply. He enjoyed hobbies such as fishing, golfing, and creating stained glass windows. He also loved music and wrote several hymns. Bob rarely concluded a mealtime prayer without an expression of his thankfulness for “His Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.” His family will miss him greatly, but they rejoice that he is in the presence of his loving Lord, forever free from suffering and pain.

The family will have a visitation time on Saturday, March 16, at 10:30 AM at The Lutheran Church of the Good Shepherd, located at 1601 North Pleasantburg Drive, Greenville, SC 29609. The memorial service will be held at the same location at 11:30 a.m. His place of internment will be M.J. “Dolly” Cooper Veterans Cemetery in Anderson, South Carolina.

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  • Visitation

    Saturday, March 16th, 2019 | 10:30am - 11:30am
    Lutheran Church of the Good Shepherd
    1601 N Pleasantburg Dr HWY 291
    Greenville, SC
    Saturday, March 16th, 2019
    10:30am - 11:30am
  • Service

    Saturday, March 16th, 2019 | 11:30am
    Lutheran Church of the Good Shephard
    1601 N Pleasantburg Dr HWY 291
    Greenville, SC
    Saturday, March 16th, 2019
    11:30am

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Douglas Becker

When I take time to think about my Dad, Robert Becker, I like to look past the last two years in which he struggled from the effects of a stroke to the Dad I knew as a child and as a younger man. Dad, or “Pop” as we affectionately called him, was a great man. He loved his wife, his children, his grandchildren, and then eventually his great grandchildren. He taught us all the importance of loving God, serving in a local church, and developing deep roots in the congregation. I had the privilege of working at MetLife in an office he had direct influence upon. From that vantage point I saw firsthand how hard he worked and how respected he was by both his managers and those he supervised. I learned anything I know about working hard and succeeding in business from him.

One anecdote about Dad comes to mind that captures his devotion to his family as well as his sense of humor. When Carolyn and I were living in Scotland she developed complications while carrying our son, Matthew. Because she was confined to the hospital, my parents volunteered to come over to help me care for our almost 3 year-old Jenni. Dad came for two weeks with Mom and then returned home to Tampa. He returned two months later to accompany her home. During those first two weeks in Scotland, my Dad patiently went with my Mom to several woolen outlet mills where she purchased quite a wardrobe at great prices - even though she lived in Florida. Since he was going to be returning to Scotland, he left his clothes with us and took a whole suitcase of ladies woolens back to Tampa. He loved to joke about how nervous he was that his luggage would be inspected and he would be found without a single stitch of men’s clothing! He is probably still telling that story.

Through the years Dad would repeatedly tell me that he was not afraid to die because he knew where he was going. He had a strong, personal faith in Jesus Christ – the very one Who said that if we believed on Him we would not experience death. We would fall asleep and wake up in His presence. I am sure that is where Pop is now and I look forward to being reunited with him there one day.
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Ken Becker

I’m the youngest of Dad’s three boys. My Dad was an amazing person. Though as rough as it was for him growing up poor in the depression, I think those times helped shape so many things about him. He always worked harder and longer than anyone else we knew. He kept the ability to work hard into his 80s. He was a saver and never let anything that still had utility go to waste. When I was young he held down two jobs, and there were times he went to college at night so that limited the hours he could spend hands-on with his kids. That’s not a complaint, it’s the way it was back when it was the norm for families to have one wage earner. With a time constraint imposed by a busy life providing and improving his skills (college), we never lacked for anything. We took wonderful vacations we still remember to this day. Trips like ones to Niagara Falls and the Catskill Mountains and down the Pennsylvania Dutch country come to mind. We often visited his parents in upstate New York, Germantown. He always made it fun for us on trips, we often would prep Balsa wood airplanes for hours of flying. We caught frogs at lakes, he was uncanny how he could stalk the bank of a lake and plunge his hand into the watery bank and come up with a frog. We took a long hike up in Germantown to see a monumental train wreck along the Hudson River. My Dad had many stories of adventures on the Hudson. My Dad lost his best friend from school in World War II at Anzio. My Dad would tell us his friend was the best athlete he had ever known and he caught a mortar shell in the stomach, the only thing that could have stopped a strong a person as his friend. He would often tear up when remembering his friend.
My Dad always tried to do what was right. His love for God obviously was coming through in that, doing the right thing. When he retired from the Met he’d been advised by retirees before him that he collect nearly a year of unemployment on top of his pension. My Dad had zero hesitancy in declining to do that. It was all perfectly legal to do and he hadn’t met anyone who had not done it, but my Dad would not do it. Later in his life he really amped up his effort to get recognition for inventing the dummy parachute used on D-Day. I can say I listened to him about the subject but didn’t get onboard. I really wish he knew that the simple honesty of acts like turning down a benefit (unemployment pay upon retirement) meant monumentally more to me and meant more to define the type of man he was than any medal he could be pinned with. I can say there were the majority of topics I could ask myself when facing a decision and I could borrow a “What would Dad do” phrase to check myself about the decision I was about to make. I do feel for those who’ve grown up with abusive or absent parents because I know only the opposite of that. My parents moved to Tampa when I was in the 6th grade. Dad really hoped to buy a home on the water and he did. I can’t imagine the number of hours my Dad and I spent fishing in the back yard for mullet. I think our dinner schedule revolved around fishing. Lots of planning went into this endeavor. Someone had to buy the 80lb bags of day-old Wonderbread and rig the poles and start the chum slick. We casted so often our accuracy was better than any Hall of Fame pitcher. You would see the mullet swirl and know you couldn’t cast directly on the swirl or the fish would bolt off. You could cast within inches of the swirl and then calculate the retrieve just right figuring in wind and tide to put your bobber right where that fish was. You even got good at landing your bobber without a big splash, sort of like the way a diver gets graded for how little splash they make entering the pool. How can you get this all down so perfect that you’re concerned with how big a splash your bobber made? Not to get too detailed but it did involve the arc of your cast in case you’re wondering. I’m just relaying how many hours I spend with my Dad fishing that we got to the point of critiqueing each other’s casting arc.
My Dad played on our men’s softball team when I was under 30 and he was retired. He had dabbled in art, stained glass and painting. When I was about 12 he brought home a Monday Night Football Met Life contest card that we filled out together trying to win the big prize. Then all season we would stay up late to watch Monday Night football and track if we might win the prize. My dad could sit at an organ and pick out a tune he could recall. I wish for him that he had been able to get lessons as a child, he would have loved that. My dad was always active in church. He loved the Lord and knew where he was going when the Lord called him home. There was never a gap in his church attendance. He took on difficult responsibilities regarding church matters. My Dad loved my wife Michele. My Dad loved all three of his daughter-in-laws. My Dad and Michele got very close in his last years and I’m eternally grateful for the love Michele freely gave to Dad.
Dad had a series of neck injuries that yielded a pain-filled life once the first accident happened. He followed the advice of his doctors and with a strong will pushed through with a busy life even considering his damaged neck. His bad neck accident happened around 1976ish and I can say that that injury really impacted his next 40 years. I’ve not yet met anyone in my walk in life that could have managed to lead as full a life as he had with the amount of pain his neck caused him. Dad became a great Poppa to my son Evan. Evan and I have a few inside jokes involving famous phrases from or about Dad, like “Keep the water in the pool” and “bad Poppa” (that phrase might be used around times like Nanna catching him one rung from the top of a ladder, that led to Mom’s exasperation and when listening about it Evan and I would just say “Bad Poppa”. ) Dad and I would laugh about the time the Tampa Bay Rays thought we were bigwigs and invited us to a buffet serving King crab and lobster and stone crab because they thought we might purchase a suite in the dome. We laughed so hard when we left there. My Dad and I beat up a shark once. We fished an inshore spot where grouper would occasionally travel by and if the bite was on you had ten minutes at best of a good bite. Well the bite turned on and both our rods bent in half, I got my grouper in and he had hooked a 30 pound shark. Knowing how that would waste minutes of our time I told him to just cut the line and switch to another rigged pole. We both got down to the bottom immediately and both had rods bent in half again. I slung over another keeper grouper and when we saw his fish it was another shark. Oh, and that shark had a sinker in its mouth, same shark. So, we had one last pole rigged and ready and I said Dad, just cute it and use this other pole. In seconds we were both down on the bottom with both rods bent in half. I slung another keeper grouper over the side and when we saw Dad’s fish it was another shark. Oh, and this shark had 2 sinkers and rigs in his mouth. So, out of rods we slung the shark on board and Dad took his hunting knife and as high as he could reach up he swung that knife down onto the shark, I can still see that knife bouncing right back off that fish with no damage. So, we found out you can’t cut them, their skin is like rubber with a teflon coating. So, we both looked at each other and started kicking the shark. It was like a Bronx rumble. When we finished, we hadn’t killed the shark but when he swam off he was kind of wobbly. Well that ended the bite, our ten minutes was up we had made such a racket anyhows. It’s good to have memories like that of Dad. I’ve gone long here but some day ask me stories about blue crabbing in the dark with a Coleman lantern off the Courtney Cambell Causeway or hooking Tarpon while kingfishing. I did so love my Dad and look forward to spending time with him again when the Lord allows.
Ken Becker
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Linda Mulconry

My sister has some lovely memories. Uncle Bob will be missed. When my parents and I moved to Tampa,Fl Uncle Bob and Aunt Joyce helped us to get settled and adjust. When I broke my leg he took me to the surgeon every week.
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Carol Lorenz

I have so many fond memories of my Uncle Bob. He was a part of my life from the day I was born, and I will never forget him. Some of my earliest memories were of Uncle Bob hitchhiking home to Grandma and Grandpa’s house in Germantown when he was serving in the Navy. He loved to surprise us by simply appearing at the door in his uniform. When I was a very young child, I remember taking my Uncle Bob into the fields and “teaching” him how to find and pick asparagus. I also remember many games of croquet played on my grandparents’ lawn. As I grew older, Uncle Bob met and married my Aunt Joyce; and we all loved her from the first day we spent with her. The good times continued and over the next few years sons Rich, Doug, and Ken were added to their family. My memories of Uncle Bob and his family became centered on holidays, family birthdays, graduations, weddings, and vacations. As time passed, their family grew with the addition of daughters-in-law and then grandchildren. Uncle Bob could not have been more proud of each and every one of them. As we both grew older, even though we lived far apart, we always stayed in touch. During the last several decades, my memories of Uncle Bob involved the many, many emails he sent. He loved to share news of the achievements of his children and grandchildren, as well as articles expressing his “political “views. He also took great pleasure in sharing his faith in Jesus Christ, and I remember that many of his emails included prayers. I was so very fortunate to have had a lifetime-long relationship with Uncle Bob. I know that even now he is looking down from heaven and watching over all of us. Thank you, Uncle Bob, for all of the wonderful memories.
With much love - Carol & Wes
Comment | Posted at 07:40pm via Condolence

Paula-Richard Becker

My Dad. Over the years I sometimes called him Pop. He was Poppa to my children and a loving Father to my wife Paula.

I had many struggles and issues with my Dad especially as a teenager and young adult, but over time he seemed wiser and smarter than I ever gave him credit for. He was also more patient with me and he reminds me of the Father in the story of the Prodigal Son. He always left the door open and the light on in the window. He loved me at my worst and always prayed for God to be with me and watch over me.

My Dad raised a family and taught us the value of hard work, the need to believe in and trust God and to be faithful and committed to the wife he had married and loved. My brothers and I are thankful for all that he did to show us the Way and Walk in Faith.

I remember my Dad's committment to his church. Three churches in three different cities over 65 years. He served and worked and supported them faithfully. He took us as a family whenever the Church was open. He brought me along on work days and times when he helped others. He showed me how to be compassionate to family and friends in times of need.

He cared for several elderly relatives including his own parents. He was there when they needed help most, at the end o their lives and when there was no money for a funeral or gravesite, he paid the bill.

My Dad loved his grandchildren and perhaps he showed favoritism to some, but he was proud of all of them. And I'm sure that he loved each of them and their children too. In this day and age when so many young people have struggled with life, Dad's grandkids have all turned out well and are leading very succesful lives and live all over this world.

My Dad loved my Mom and I think of the way that he has left her secure and safe for the rest of her life. He knew from experience how it can be difficult after retirement to plan for the future. So he planned well and set in motion a plan that helped them in his last years and now will also take care of Mom. My Mom and Dad loved each other almost 70 years, threw thick and thin, good times and bad. They were faithful to each other and kept those vows of "till death do us part."

There is and empty place in their home now. A spot at the dinner table no longer filled but I thank God that one day my Mom will see him again and so will I. His body has passed from life but his soul is at rest with the Lord. Amen.
Comment | Posted at 02:49pm via Condolence
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