ROBERT CHESTER BLANSHAN
     Bob enjoys fishing, both angling and ice fishing and pheasant and deer hunting.  He's
usually the first one out on the ice in the winter.  He doesn't get around as much as he'd
like to these days because of fibromyalgia, irregular heart rhythm and knee
replacements, but he remains as active as he can.
    I enjoyed being home after all the rest of you left cause I got to be the one to do things
with him.  Brenda was too small yet, so I got to go fishing with him, and he is the one
who got me started hunting.  I have lots of fun and funny memories of hunting trips that I will
never forget and smile every time I think of them.  We had lots of good times together
hunting and I am appreciative of everyone of them.
     Daddy has a big heart and has never met a stranger.
     He has a mission - to tell others about God - and never rests from trying to reach as
many people as he can.
     Daddy was always fearless...to a fault!  He's the first one on and the last one off the ice
in the winter.  He once went, hobbling along with his cane, over to the neighbor's house to
tell him that his party was too loud - telling a yard full of strapping young men that they'd
better quiet down when he needed support to stay upright!
     Daddy loves to tease Mom and scare her....driving precariously/perilously close to the
edge of cliffs in Jamaica.
     I remember one time in Florida, he thought he would jump out from behind a tree a
scare Mama, the Williamson's and me, but instead he jumped out from behind the tree
and tripped and went sprawling.  We nearly died from laughing.
     Daddy thinks he's a pretty good driver, but he hasn't looked in the rear view much.
     When Daddy isn't studying his Bible and preparing a lesson, he is playing a game or
watching the Twins or the Vikings lose again.  I have always enjoyed beating my dad at
games.  I've beaten him at almost everything.  Many times.  
                                                                                                                                     --Brenda
MEMORIES FROM
BOB'S KIDS
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    Robert Chester Blanshan was born February 4, 1926 to Ralph and Edith Pearson
Blanshan in Mankato, Minnesota.  He attended Nebraska Christian College in Norfolk
Nebraska and Midwestern School of Evangelism at Ottumwa, Iowa.  He married June
Esther Colebank on August 20, 1947 in Madelia, Minnesota.  They had eight children,
seven of whom are still living.  Bob has preached at a large number of churches all over
Minnesota, Nebraska, Iowa, and Florida.  
    He did mission work in Jamaica in 1975-76 and again in 1981-82 and 1983.  Until
recently he returned to Jamaica quite often to visit area churches and fill in for local
preachers.  The service of the Lord has been his calling and his life has been dedicated to
preaching the word and bringing people to Christ.
    Dad was a strong enough man to let his emotions show at times.  I remember getting
on the bus in Bemidji to go into the Navy and seeing tears in his eyes.  And when Davie
died, he cried openly.  
    Dad has always been a friend to the underdog, no matter how inconvenient or
unpopular.  It is a trait I hope to have inherited from him.     My dad is one of the most
determined and unswervable (my spellcheck says that's not a word) people I know.  He
set his compass early in his life with the Bible as his guide and has never strayed off
course.  He is humble, however, when it comes to his accomplishments in the church.
                                                                                                                                    --Rebecca
       When I was young, Dad seemed fearless to me.  I always felt safe when he was
around.  He's still far more fearless than he should be at his age!  
Dad was always friendly and outgoing.  No one has ever spoken to as many strangers in
public places as he has.  He was always in the thick of things (and still is), whether it was
out on the court with the Globetrotters or making friends with George Foreman. He always
said what was on his mind too, whether it was appreciated or not.  He let his yea be yea
and his nay be nay.  I never heard my dad tell a lie.  
    Also, I have 2 specific memories that are very special to me. One is when Dad took
me on the tour bus that took us around the Indy 500 track.  Mom and Brenda didn't go
but he took me. That was a thrill, and also I will never forget when he took me to my first
Viking Game. Brenda and Mom sat out in the parking lot cause it cost too much to take
us all, and they didn't really care about the game anyway. I felt pretty special those
times. There are lots of good memories I have with Dad and I cherish each and every
one of them.                                                                                                                      --Amy
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