|Birth: ||Jan. 1, 1924|
|Death: ||Dec. 23, 1964|
Robert Henry TenCate was born to Henry Carl and Tilda (Torgrimson)Seado on January 1, 1924 in Bemidji, Minnesota. (Birth name, Carl Henry Seado)Due to his parent's deaths, he was adopted at the age of six to John and Martha(Tinklenberg) TenCate. He grew up on the family farm near Edgerton, Minnesota, with his adopted sister Betty Jane.
Robert served our country as Corporal in the US Army at the end of World War 2 in Korea.
Robert married Florence Thomas on October 18, 1947. They lived in and around Edgerton until 1962, when they moved to Woodstock, Minnesota. And he lived there until his death. To this union they had seven children; Robert Dean, Leatha Rae, Rhonda Kay, Aurora Ann, Jana Lee, Randall Gene, and Renata Jan.
Robert was a carpenter by trade. He loved to hunt pheasants with his beloved Wiemaraner, Pete. Enjoyed fishing, and watching the Minnesota Twins.
In the Summer of 1964 Robert noticed a lump on his upper right arm. After seeing several doctors, he was diagnosed of having a rare form of cancer. Despite amputation of his right arm and shoulder, plus radiation treatments, Robert succumbed to the cancer on December 23, 1964 at the age of 40 years, 11 months, and 7 days.
Blessed Be His Memory
I recall one night, my parents getting into a heated debate about the 1960 Presidential Election. As we were finishing supper, Mom abruptly stood up at her end of the dinning room table, claiming Kennedy would make a better president, while my dad sat at the other end, proclaiming Nixon would be the better candidate. Looking back its kind of funny, but as a young child it wasn't so funny. Usually, I favored my dad. But, I would have to side in with mom on this one, dad. Lesson learned, don't discuss politics with your spouse. And also, all through life mom advised us kids, never go to bed angry, and be sure to kiss each other good night. Think that was experience talking.
I was rather timid and shy as a child. Rather reserve around people. But, around my dad I was very open in showing my affections. I would get up early to kiss him good-bye as he was leaving for work. Mom or dad would ask me, "Why are you up so early?" I would just smile. Many evenings, I would sit on the door step, waiting for him to come home. I would run to the garage to greet him. As we walked to the house together, I would carry his lunch bucket for him. Then he would ask me, "Babe, how was your day?"
This memory really tugs at my heart strings. Your "Babe" will love you forever, Dad.
~ ~ PLEASE, NO HALLOWEEN TOKENS ~ ~
Florence Marie Thomas TenCate (1925 - 2010)
Robert Dean TenCate (1949 - 2014)*
Leatha Rae TenCate Griffin (1950 - 2010)*
Created by: Soul To Soul
Record added: Jan 15, 2012
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