Robert Henry Pierce
January 06, 1932 - March 06, 2012
Rest in peace Namook!
Robert passed away Tuesday, March 6, 2012, after a short battle with lung cancer and congetive heart failure.
Robert was born in Sacramento, California.
Robert worked for Crown Zellerbach for 35 years as a product sales manager. Once he retired, he moved to Camano Island and built his dream home.
Robert became a school bus driver for the Stanwood School District. He also spent time driving for Twin City Foods.
Robert was a member of the Mystic Shrine for 52 years and a Mason for 50 years. He served in the U.S. Army. He was a proud member of the Eagles, Lions and Elk lodges.
Robert is survived by his daughter Adele Tom and her husband Scott Tom of Portland, Oregon as well as granddaughter Veronica Pierce-Tom and son Thomas Pierce of Vancouver, Washington. Nieces Karen Krueger, Cyndi Newell, Robin Wiley and many dear friends.
Robert was loved by all and will be dearly missed. Rest in peace Namook!
Adieu, A Heart-Warm, Fond Adieu
by Bro. Robert Burns
Adieu, a heart warm, fond adieu,
Dear brothers of the mystic tie!
Ye favored, ye enlightened few,
Companions of my social joy!
Tho' I to foreign lands must hie,
Pursuing fortune's slidd'ry ba',--
With melting heart and brimful eye,
I'll mind you still, though far awa'.
Oft have I met your social band,
An' spent the cheerful, festive night;
Oft, honored with supreme command,
Presided o'er the sons of light;
And by that Hieroglyphic bright,
Which none but Craftsmen ever saw,
Strong memory on my heart shall write
Those happy scenes, when far awa'.
May freedom, harmony and love
Unite you in the grand design,
Beneath th' omniscient Eye above,
The glorious Architect divine; --
That you may keep the unerring line,
Still rising by the plummet's law,
Till order bright completely shine,
Shall be my prayer when far awa'.
And you farewell, whose merits claim
Justly that highest badge to wear,--
Heaven bless your honored, noble name,
To Masonry and Scotia dear!
A last request, permit me here;
When yearly ye assemble a',
One round, -- I ask it with a tear
To him, the Bard, that's far awa'.