May 24, 1950 — Nov. 13, 2018
It is with great sadness to announce the passing of Bob ‘Robbie’ Lyle Boehm, our father, and our mother’s best friend, while attending his weekly martial arts class in Astoria, from a massive stroke. He was a man of strong conviction who loved his family, the outdoors and the farm that he grew up on.
Bob was born on May 24, 1950, in Portland, Oregon, to Robert Arthur and Marjorie (Newell) Boehm. He was the eldest of four children. His mother died when he was 12, and his father was a merchant seaman, so he moved around a bit.
Bob settled at the Clifton farm when he was 15 years old. He graduated from Knappa High School in 1968. Upon graduation he joined the Navy, where he served his country for two years. In 1973, he met the woman he would spend the rest of his life with. This is where we will begin the journey of a great man.
In June 1975, he married Lesley Kay Struloeff, of Knappa, Oregon. He moved his new bride to Clifton, where they would remain together for the next 43 years. They would raise a daughter, born in 1978, and a son, born in 1979. As a family they made memories that would last a lifetime.
Bob was a man with many talents and many different professions. He was a logger, commercial fisherman, farmer, trapper, silviculturist, pile buck, heavy equipment operator, and above all else, his greatest accomplishment was his family.
He logged for many different outfits, and commercial fished on the Columbia River and in Bristol Bay. On the Clifton farm, he raised cows, sheep and dealt with the “hay burner,” which just happened to be his daughter’s horse. At the farm he also took great pride in managing his timber stands, especially the redwoods that he started planting 25 years ago, and continued up to his unexpected death.
Bob had many interests. He enjoyed reading because he had such a passion for learning. He felt that it was good to broaden your education. As an avid outdoorsman, he loved to hunt and fish. At the age of 62, he finally drew the Mount Emily unit, and was able to fill his tag with a bull of a lifetime with the help of his son, son-in-law and nephew by his side.
He so enjoyed being on his farm and working with his trees. Throughout his life, he continued an exercise regimen that would tire out a 30-year-old. Other hobbies that Bob and Lesley enjoyed doing together were prospecting, metal detecting and traveling. They enjoyed the time they spent with each other very much.
This wonderful man’s greatest joy was his family. He had a strong opinion on many things, especially education. The day that his daughter and son graduated from college was his proudest moment as a father. He loved being with his grandchildren. He took his grandsons fishing, and wrestled with them just days prior to his passing. Grandpa was always a sucker for his two granddaughters, and had a hard time telling them “no” to anything. He gave tractor rides, and riding on the dozer was pretty popular.
Bob touched many lives, and will be remembered as a man of few words. He had a strong moral character, with even stronger family values, and had a work ethic few people possess. Always willing to give a helping hand, he had great advice for those who asked. Those who knew him best were well aware of his strong political views, because he didn’t believe a person should be offended if someone had a different view. It’s a little thing called tolerance.
He is survived by his wife, Lesley, of Clifton; his daughter, Melissa, and her husband, Tim Collier, of Rainier; his son, Zak, and his wife, Jenn, of Baker City; his four grandchildren, Weston and Dusty Collier and Ady and Clancey Boehm; his sister, Hilary, and her husband, Al Richrod, of Aberdeen, Washington; and a brother, Tim, and his wife, Pam, of Rainier. He is preceded in death by his mother, Marjorie; father, Robert; and brother, Richard.
In lieu of a memorial, because he wasn’t a “crowd” kind of guy, he would like you to plant a tree in his memory. A tree stands tall and straight, with strong roots, just like Bob Boehm lived his life in everything he did and believed in. We will miss him so.