Robert E Holt, 81, Ponce Inlet FL died Wednesday, June 30, 2010.
Robert was born in Westerly, Rhode Island. He served in the US Army in the 82nd Airborne during the Korean Conflict. He moved to this area in 1952 and was an entrepreneur and owning several businesses in the Daytona area. He enjoyed travelling, whitewater rafting, fishing, coin collecting and coached Little League baseball. His family fondly referred to him as a professional garage saler.
He is survived by his wife Friederike, son Tom (Gina) Holt of Edgewater FL, daughter Nora (Nick) Alsop of Williamsburg, VA, two grand children and one great grandchild. He was preceded in death by a daughter Debra Jean Holt in 1990.
Memorial donations are requested to Hospice of Volusia 3800 Woodbriar Trail Port Orange FL 32119.
A Memorial Service will be planned at Grace Episcopal Church Port Orange, FL.
He gave me my first book about birds of prey, which was a bit prophetic because they ended up being my passion in life.
He helped me to learn about orchids, which was one of his passions. I can't grow 'em as good as he could, though.
He was always showing up with something great he had found in a yard sale, some yard tool, something for the boat, or some beautiful piece of artwork about birds!
My husband was always jealous at Christmas, because he said Bob gave me better presents than him. I think it was just that I was easier to shop for!
Bob was a gentle man, with a kind soul. I loved him alot, and I will miss him.
My father hated to work. It wasn't because he was lazy, because he was a very hard working man. He was successful at everything he did, buying and selling coins, building and selling the U-Rent-It store, buying and selling real estate, and building his dream home.
But what I loved and admired most about him was his honesty. One evening he came home from work with a big bag of coins. This wasn't unusual for him. Being a coin collector he did this all the time, but this was different. Earlier in the day he was making a call in a phone booth when all of a sudden coins came pouring out of the return. So he bagged them up and brought them home. He made several attempts to contact the phone company so he could return them. But they kept telling him that they had no way of doing this and that he should just keep them. So they stayed on his dresser for, I don't know, it seemed like years. Imagine the temptation for a teenage boy and girl. Who knows what happened with those coins. Maybe they are still bagged up somewhere.
He was the most honest man I've ever known.
I'LL MISS YOU DAD.