Bob Bennett: The First Hundred Years

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Art appreciation, bad jokes, war stories, sports enthusiasm and movie-star looks A must-read manual on how to truly live

It’s clear this lover of art and tennis is dearly loved— contributions poured in from all over the world.

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Viola Abbot Devon Allison Jim Allison Frances Anderton Summer Anderton Bennett Clio Bennett Dag Bennett Eleanor Bennett Erik Bennett Robin Bennett Mitch Bennett Jean & Burt Bittner Jill Bystydzienski Margaret Clowry Mary Clowry Kate Clowry Laurie Compton Dzung Derby Dana Evers Bennett Susie Fleck Mateo Gomez Clark and Diana Hadley Lindsay Hadley Sally Hanley Astrid Hjelmeland Van Huang Bret Hyler Jack Hyler Sophie Hyler Susie Hyler Grace Kapswara Goonoo

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Darryl Kuhn Marilyn and Bob Kuhn Lingen Kvale Anne-Thea & Marius Langvik Haaland Rønnaug Leland Vebjørg Leland Diane Lindley Milo Lisko Tim Lisko Dan Mack Mari Movold Grete & Kåre Movold Don and Gail Nelson Ola Østvold Rannveig Østvold Bonnie Pribush Bogdan Rakic Svetllana Rakic Jerry Rud Åshild Rykkja Eriko Sakamoto Daniel Berit Skaare Greg Smith Emily/Louise Stauffer/de Sinety Jason Swift Gerd Topp Håkon Topp Sue Wakefield David Wantz Danny Wheeler Xing Chun Zheng

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“I did’t know Bob when he was young, but I suspect his youth is still reflected in the twinkle of his eyes.”

Diana Hadley

He looked like a movie star!

I have known Bob since he came from France to Gjøvik, Norway for the first time with Dagrun, my best friend’s sister.

We girlfriends thought he looked like a movie star! And he drove a red sportscar!

I have had some very, very good times with both Bob and Dagrun.

One thing I remember from when they lived in Norway, was when one day I came home and my dad said to me: Peik was here.

I said: Peik? Who is that?

Dad: Dagrun’s husband Me: His name is Bob Dad: Oh, I knew it was a dog’s name!

(Bob and Peik were typical names for dogs in Norway at that time) Another thing we remember is that when Dagrun and Bob were visiting Åshild and Alan in Norway, they sometimes came to Kongsberg to visit Jon and me. Then Bob and Jon played golf. Bob borrowed an old beginners set of golfclubs. It went all right, Bob was definitely the best one.

On the second last hole, Bob asked to borrow Jons driver, and he hit the ball more than 200 meters, and it landed on the green, close to the hole.

It’s been 15 years and eople still talk about it here!

Have a good celebration!

We think about you a lot!

L ingen Kvale

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“Grace please say grace” I’ve known Bob and Dagrun for almost 30 years now. As an international student, I was privileged to live with them in my senior year (Franklin College ‘99). Bob and Dagrun treated me like one of their very own kids.

Bob’s favourite thing before their delicious meal gatherings was to say, “Grace please say grace” which was always quickly followed by my muttering of “O Bob!” Hahaha! Many moments to remember during that time and beyond but one thing that was always true, Bob will always have something snarky, witty or dry to say about a situation that would have me rolling with laughter. Happy birthday to my American Dad. “May you have all the love your heart can hold, All the happiness a day can bring, and all the blessings a life can unfold.” I cherish every moment I spend with you (I REALLY need to come home). Your favourite African child, Amazing Grace

Grace Kapswara Goonoo

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My favourite early memories are visiting the British Museum to look at Ancient Egyptian art. This is a classical part of many London childhoods., but for us, there was the added fun of Grandpa being so genuinely interested in the art. Many kids drag their guardians around the exhibits, but not us. He was as enthralled by it as we were.

Grandpa bought a bunch of scarab beetles at the British Museum Gift Shop and later turned them into jewellery we all wore. I remember seeing Grandma’s scarab beetle ring and

recognising Grandpa’s interest in the symbol was deep. Whenever I wear my scarab beetles and people ask me about them, which they always do, I have a charming story to tell them.

It’s interesting because the scarab beetle is an ancient and iconic symbol of birth, life, death and resurrection and is seen through many cultures, but they make me think of my grandparents.

Lots of love!

Eleanor

“When I tell people what Grandpa is like, I always tell them how funny he is and how I love hearing his jokes and stories when I see him—even if I’ve heard them before. He has the best delivery, and I can never repeat them in the same way he does. My favorite one has always been “My parents believed in Santa Claus too, so I never got anything for Christmas!”

Jack Hyler

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One of my forever and fondest memories of Grandpa is how since I was a little kid, he’s inspired me to be creative. Growing up, I loved reading, painting, and cooking. Even amongst all the noise and the business of my adult life now, I remember to come back to my creative side because you’ve reminded me of how important that is. You’ve only known me for a quarter of your life but I’ve known you for all of mine, and I’m thankful for that every day, Grandpa. Thank you for always reminding me to be myself, laugh, and enforce the real things in my life that matter.

I also will be carrying your jokes around in my pocket for the rest of my life too and there’s just so many to recall. “Oh the pelican, his beak can hold more than his belly can. & I don’t know how the hell he can”. I love you always and forever.

Happy 100th birthday!!

Sophie

Hey Bob, Montero here aka Marty, Matt, and then Mateo. You are an extraordinary individual with extraordinary stories. I am pleased to have met you. Happy 100th Birthday!

Mateo

There is something of a running joke that Bob is constantly in search of the best. Thanks to this pursuit of excellence for years people have come away from his house with suitcases, tennis rackets, sets of golf clubs, trainers and coats - all items of good quality, but not quite the pinnacle of manufacturing that Bob sought.

Every tennis racket in my house has come from Bob - including the two my sister and I used when he, playing doubles without a partner, would easily defeat us on the court.

I’ve benefited from this commitment to good quality. Around two decades ago Bob gave my mother two leather backpacks. One she uses whenever she cycles. The other has accompanied me to Oxford, work in several government departments, and the Houses of Parliament.

But it is perhaps Bob’s poor eye for things that means the most to me - he was the first person to frame any of my attempts at art.

To my knowledge my sketch of Nidarosdomen, which Dagrun and I visited on a trip to Trondheim, still hangs in the hall. I had never considered displaying any of my own sketches—that grandpa should want to means a great deal to me.

Vivian Clio Bennett

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“One of my favorite stories about Bob is when I found that sweet kitty outside and all he’d call it was,‘Damn Cat!’” Milo Lisko Bob’s Milk-Drinking Brunch Buddy

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Bob’s Miata Bob often brought his cars down to Bloomington for service. Still, he surprised me one fine day when he parked out front with a red Mazda Miata, top down, and invited me for a spin. The weather was perfect for such pleasures of the road, and I hopped right in.

He didn’t have the car very long, but the experience had taken its toll: A few years later there I was, cruising around in my own red Miata on those perfect top-down days.

Thanks, Bob, for your admirable example.

Jim Allison

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In so many ways you have enriched my life over the years. Let’s see…

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You introduced me to bitter Campari You taught me the origins of Skål and “pulling my leg. I think we still get a thrill seeing Dagrun’s reaction to the one about drinking from skulls.

You taught me to appreciate Modern Art including Joan Miro’ and Picasso in his different phases.

You taught me about the Queen Mary and about the Second World War that you saw first-hand From you I learned about V-1 and V-2 rockets, and you gave me a chance to make small models of them.

I have been enriched by your friendship and your example of honorable manhood. You are liberally educated and respect other people just as they are. When folks your age become calcified and angry, you have remained flexible, upbeat, and mirthful. I hope I can live so rich a life as you have and be thought of in such respectful terms.

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I still do not appreciate tennis.

Corn does not make a sound as it grows.

And even though they are tasty, Maid-rites are not hamburgers.

Perhaps in the next 100 years, you can convince me otherwise. I’d like that very much.

Gratulerer med dagen!

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Happy 100th Birthday Bob… but you will always be Professor Bennet to me.

What I posted to Dr. Ling on Facebook about my former professor Bob Bennet a year ago, is just as relevant today for his 100 birthday as it was for his 99th.

He had a huge impact on me as a freshman at Franklin College. Truth be known, in my years as a high school art teacher followed by 5 years as an adjunct in art appreciation at Marian University, Professor Bennet’s kind and friendly advice to me in the early 1970s (which I tried to emulate all the years I taught) has served to positively influence thousands of others well into the 21st Century.

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I enjoyed Professor Bennet’s class my freshman year at Franklin College. I met him again years later when my daughter was was at Franklin College and went on a winter term trip to Norway. There was a get-together/dinner with with the class, their parents and and some members of the Sons Of Norway which I believe he was a member. It was nice to talk with him again.

Back when I was a freshman at Franklin College I was a journalism major because I was awarded a journalism scholarship. What I really wanted to pursue was a major in was art. The visual arts have been a life-long love of mine and an artist is the only thing I’ve wanted to be my whole life. Franklin College had no art scholarship and the journalism money was needed but I had to declare a journalism major to receive it so... that’s what I did.

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In Bob Bennett’s class everyone had to do an art project, though it was not a studio class. I chose to do an oil painting of a night scene of a part of downtown Franklin, Indiana. When I brought the finished painting to class, per class requirement, Prof. Bennett stated how much he was impressed and said I should consider pursuing art. Of course, I already knew that was my dream, but his words of encouragement proved to be the catalyst I needed to go the direction I wanted and not the direction my economic status dictated. Consequently I switched my major to art... which of course meant giving up my journalism scholarship... and pursued the art major.

I taught art in schools for 33 years then five years as an adjunct in art appreciation at Marian University in Indianapolis, and of course, also created my own art. Now, after retiring from teaching and forming my own art business (EssexArt ABC, L.L.C.) I am living the beatnik artist’s life I was born to live. Who knows the direction I would have gone if it had not been for the pivotal decision I made after Bob Bennett’s words of encouragement? Interestingly,

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Professor Bennett left Franklin after my freshman year and never knew the impact he had on me, though I think I mentioned it when I saw him in 2007 at that dinner. Realistically, he was just doing what a good teacher does, creating “life” moments for his students that are not as monumental to the teacher... which takes absolutely nothing away from the monumental impact on the student.

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“Open arms”

In October of 1971, as a young and naive girl from a war torn country as Vietnam was then, I landed at Franklin College, totally bewildered by my new surroundings, struggling to adapt to a new culture, language and customs, miserable with missing my family and country every day. I was however lucky enough to sign up for Professor Robert Bennett’s class for Art Appreciation. He was my saving grace on so many levels. Bob’s in depth knowledge of the arts was such an eye opener for me. He allowed me to understand the nuances of what art was all about.

And most of all, Bob and his wife Dagrun embraced me into their family with open arms, giving me that comfort of a family away from my own home. To this day, I still feel so privileged and grateful to be part of the Bennett’s all encompassing family.

Thank you Bob for enriching my life so much!

Congratulations dear Bob on your 100th birthday, a most impressive milestone indeed!

With fondest memories, Dzung Derby

Bob accepted me for what and who I was: a student like all the others, not judging me for my background which at the height of the war, was such a novelty for most people I met at the time. It was so comforting and refreshing to just be me.

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My father only used one swear word with any frequency, and that word was “shit”. In fact, his use of that word was epic. The timing, the delivery, the intonation was spot on every time. When my sons Mitch and Erik heard him use it, they would laugh out loud. I don’t know why they thought it was so funny, but I have always appreciated that they saw the humor in it.

John Bennett

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“Smooth ride”

Everyone who knows Bob is familiar with his delightful sense of humor (maybe not ALWAYS so delightful for Dagrun) and his kindness towards others. So, I am not going to talk about that. I want to recall a situation in which Bob and I found ourselves to be carbon copies of each other. Many years ago, before Bob or I had smart phones, which meant that we had to be “smart” ourselves if we wanted to find our way to our destination on time, I had an important appointment with my orthopedic surgeon in Indianapolis. I don’t remember why exactly I was not able to drive myself, but I do remember that I was staying with Bob and Dagrun the evening before my morning appointment.

Dagrun was working at that time, so she had to leave for her job after making sure that everyone was well fed and that Bob and I knew exactly where we were going and how to get there. We left early, making sure to have plenty of time so we didn’t have to worry about being late. Since I have always had a terrible sense of orientation, and a great talent to get lost and confidently stride in the wrong direction, I decided to trust Bob and we quietly embarked

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on what I was sure would be a “smooth ride” to my appointment. In retrospect, I think Bob had a similar trust in me, as we both nodded over the map with confidence while Dagrun was explaining how to get to our destination. So off we went.... Silence reigned in the car, and Bob only occasionally asked me if he should turn left here, right there, all of which I promptly approved having no idea as to our whereabouts.

So we drove and drove. I think I’ve never explored Indy so thoroughly, and as the time for my appointment was getting dangerously close, Bob just looked at me and said: “Shall we stop at the gas station and ask?” I promptly gave another approval. We exchanged no more words as we perfectly understood each other. In the end, we did make it on time--I know I could never accomplish such a feat without Bob! Svetlana Rakic

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I’ve known Bob for almost thirty years, and I met him (as I have most of my current friends) through my wife Svetlana. I immediately noticed his great sense of humor and realized how much he appreciated art—a characteristic not always found in those who (to use Bob’s own phrase) come from the state where “one can hear corn grow.” But more than anything else, I was impressed by his kindness. One night my car broke down while I was on my way to Chicago and after quite an adventure I ended up on Bob and Dagrun’s porch.

It was raining cats and dogs (as it usually does in those situations), it was way after midnight, and Bob was well over eighty at the time. After I declined their offer to spend the night (I had to teach the next day), he immediately offered to drive me home, apologizing for the long duration of the trip—in those conditions, it took him more than an hour to cover those fifty miles from Franklin to Bloomington. With a better car, Bob told me, the distance shouldn’t have taken him no more than thirty minutes!

Bogdan Rakic

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“When I heard that Bob was still playing competitive tennis well into his 90s, I was inspired to play more—but not with him.”

Diana Hadley

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The Gold Standard Bob is the gold standard for the tennis group, and life. Many people said, “I hope I can be like Bob Bennett, and play into my 90s,” as he arrived in his sports car. Bob still served a mean ball, hit sharp groundstrokes, and participated in national tournaments into his 90s. Always with charm, humor, and progressive thinking.

Sharp strokes and sharp mind! Happy 100th Birthday!

Dan Mack & Diane L indley

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“This defined my life up to this point.”

Bob, You have always been a huge inspiration for me. Always in good shape (almost a little annoying actually😊), great sense of humor and always an interesting story to tell. I have appreciated our talks and times together tremendously.

When I was 15 I stayed with you and Bugs the entire summer. At the time you were 64 and obviously darn old in my mind. I had three goals for this summer; enjoy your hospitality and kindness, learn more English AND BEAT YOU AT TENNIS!!!! Being 15 and having a little over the top competitive mind beating you was something I did not take lightly.

The first day we went playing and I lost. 5 days later we had played 6 times and I had lost every time!

Frustration was an understatement……

5 weeks later we had played every day but 3 days.

Not only had I lost every time, I had not even taken one set from you. You hit precision shots, I ran almost a marathon every day, (I was fortunately in good running shape), I made mistakes, I swore, you laughed, I picked my self up and tried again.

The last day of my visit I took a set from you and we decided a draw, 1-1. This defined my life up to this point 😊 So thank you for letting me have a half win!

I had a blast all summer, learned to lose and got to enjoy you and Dagrun’s love and care.

Dearest Uncle Bob! Enjoy your big day and Happy birthday from all of us!!

Love CaSa Di Ola,

Ola Østvold

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Happy 100th Bob! We got to know Bob when we studied at Franklin College in 2009, when he and Dagrun took such good care of two young Norwegians far away from home. We have met several times since then, both in Franklin, in Norway and at Koster for our wedding.

You do not know this, Bob, but Johan and Alfred still talk about you almost every week, as their American friend who is the oldest person they know of. Being over 100 years is a life goal for both of them, and the only thing they really have decided they want to do in their life. So in our family you are quite a hero!

Anne-Thea, Marius, Johan and Alfred Langvik Haaland

I will always treasure one of the last conversations I had with Bob at a Sons of Norway lunch in Franklin before Covid.

We started talking about Montana my home state. From there the conversation went to Mike Mansfield who had been a senator from Montana and ambassador to Japan.

I had only been familiar with his political career. Bob made him come alive as a person.

I learned so much more about Mansfield.

Both John and I liked Bob and I am sure he would have something to add.

Viola Abbot

I am Don Nelson and thru Sons of Norway activities, I met you at your home while picking up essential cooking things for the lodge to create some great Norwegian treats. Know you will enjoy some of those for this special birthday. Congratulations!

Don and Gail Nelson Congratulations on reaching your 100 years of life. Wow, you are the chosen few——AMAZING. This is an incredible milestone for the few and brave. You deserve a standing ovation because you are honest, considerate and respectable man. Happy 100th Birthday Bob!

Van Hoang

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WOW! ONE HUNDRED YEARS! Burt and I first met you and Dagrun in 1990, just before Circle City, Sons of Norway, was formed.

Two of my favorite memories were of the famous Christmas “fountain” of cheer and joy provided and made by you and Dagrun. Also, winning the blue ribbon for our cultural booth at the Indianapolis International Convention.

“Vikings” were our theme and you were amazing interacting with the students and guests. It was fun to have a photo opportunity with a Viking and Viking ship background.

You, Dagrun, Burt and I planned to go to China together. Sadly, we didn’t do that! But we did go to Australia and New Zealand instead.

Burt’s most important memory is from our stay in Los Angeles at the start of the trip. Bob took us to the Queen Mary. He showed us where he slept aboard the ship, the prow, under a winch, en route to the WWII war zone. Fortunately we all have photos of that trip-. Even got to see thousands of birds in their habitat. So much fun and laughter.

How could we ever forget meeting in Kirkenes, Norway, sailing with Hurtgruten to Bergen.

We went ashore in Hammerfest one rainy day.

Burt and Dagrun visited a museum and you and I went to become members of “The Royal and Ancient Polar Bear Society”. Remember that the last evening on the ship we were the only diners in the dining room! Felt very special and giddy being waited on. Again traveling with our very favorite couple!! It’s hard to find a couple as friends – but we are blessed with our friendship.

Your many stories about tennis and winnings – bring such pleasure! Gold medals!!! WOW! I think that your great genes weren’t the only reason you are becoming 100! Dagrun’s love and care – perfect nutritious meals all add to your happiness. We love your humor and smiles!!

Sorry we can’t be with you, but our days outside of home, hospitals and doctors’ offices are our life just now. We are looking forward to brighter days. Congratulations dear friend!

Our very best love always!!!

Jean P.S. Burt joins me in our memories

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Art (and Bob) Apprecation

In October of 1971, as a young and naive girl from a war torn country as Vietnam was then, I landed at Franklin College, totally bewildered by my new surroundings, struggling to adapt to a new culture, language and customs, miserable with missing my family and country every day.

I was however lucky enough to sign up for Prof. Robert Bennett’s Art Appreciation class.

He was my saving grace on so many levels.

Bob’s in depth knowledge of the arts was such an eye opener for me. He allowed me to understand the nuances of what art was all about.

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Bob accepted me for what and who I was: a student like all the others, not judging me for my background which at the height of the war, was such a novelty for most people I met at the time. It was so comforting and refreshing to just be me.

And most of all, Bob and his wife Dagrun embraced me into their family with open arms, giving me that comfort of a family away from my own home. To this day, I still feel so privileged and grateful to be part of the Bennett’s all encompassing family.

Thank you Bob for enriching my life so much!

Congratulations dear Bob on your 100th birthday, a most impressive milestone indeed!

With fondest memories, Dzung Derby

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Thank God for Bob! I still use the phrase “Thank God for Bob!” whenever someone saves our bacon on the last shot.

I always remember when we all sprayed the ball from the normal tees only to have Bob go to the senior tees and nail it right down the middle. Every. Time.

Jason Swift

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“French!”

In 1994, Xing, who was living with the Bennetts, told Bob about her French friend, a student who was working at the Franklin College library. “French!” Bob exclaimed. Let’s go meet her.” So they set off to find Louise, who was working at the front desk of the library. For the next hour, they talked about all things French and also discovered they both loved tennis. Before a week had passed, Dagrun, of course, invited Louise for lunch, and Bob and Louise headed to the courts. Louise and Bob played tennis often over the years. He offered lots of tips that improved Louise’s game, and he even gave her one of his old rackets that was 20 times better than the one she had.

Emily can’t remember when she first met Bob. (It was probably when Dagrun invited her for dinner in the 1980’s.) That doesn’t mean that Bob is not a memorable guy. She’s sure he made her laugh and laugh and always feel welcome, as he always does. He also gave her lots of beautiful jewelry for letting him keep his valuable car in her old garage.

Emily and Louise also recall in more recent years the time he and Dagrun arrived for a visit in France, but their luggage didn’t. That didn’t faze Bob. He just loved being in France. And whether it was in Albi, Cordes-surCiel, or Moissac, we would be admiring the sights when someone would ask, “Where’s Bob?” Of course, he had wandered off because Bob goes his own way.

Over the years, we have had a lot of good times with Bob; and with all the Thanksgivings we have spent with Bob and Dagrun, we have come to see them as family. We continue to love Bob’s stories about his post-war time in Paris and all the famous people he met through his work at the embassy. We have also admired his knowledge of art, his joie de vivre, his ability to put people at ease, and his remarkable memory. We wonder if he needs a memory book.

Happy 100th Birthday, Bob! We love you.

Emily + L ouise The Bread Lady

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I got to know Dagrun and Bob since 30+ years ago, when I was a foreign student staying at their home.

Bob and I shared a special connection on watching so much TV together. It was time when I get to relax at my new found home. We developed a protocol, as I often check in with Bob, asking what he was doing.

He would be mostly telling me with a straight face from across the basement couch –“ Watching Shit! ”.

This is definitely some eye-opening and fun local cultural exposure for someone still at the early stage of living in the US. I without hesitation also adopted this protocol whenever he asked me. Bob has shared many funny witty pieces, which make me feel like laughing even before remembering the details.

Xing Chun Zheng

Bob has so many stories that just make me feel good. One event that has close personal ties to me was during Stein’s stay with you and his time at the college. Bob had his regular tennis activities with friends around town. He often played against Jay Hunsucker, a friend of mine from noon-basketball days. Jay called Bob and wanted to play some tennis one afternoon. Well, Bob couldn’t make it for whatever reason, but he told Jay that he may be able to round a match against Stein. Bob told Jay that Stein knows a little bit about the game, and Jay agreed.

Well, little did Jay know that Stein was a superb player, and he took Jay to town that afternoon.

Afterwards, Jay came flying over to your house to give Bob a very hard time with setting him up with a ringer! I was there when he arrived, so I witnessed a very red-faced Jay give Bob a hard time about the ringer he faced in Stein. It was all good fun, as Jay was beat up pretty badly on the tennis court. Like most of us from the noon-time basketball group, Jay is competitive and approaches all games with 100% effort!

Bob’s setup was perfect. Bob was just smiling the whole time Jay was ribbing him.

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My greatest memories of Grandpa are enjoying playing and watching the great games he enjoys, such as golf and tennis. Listening to his stories from the war and travels in Europe, including his time in Paris. I also remember fondly the couple of times I chauffeured through the twisty mountain roads of Norway, during our treks across the country. Those are times I hold onto dearly.

Erik Bennett Happy Birthday, Bob! On your milestone birthday,I’m remembering and treasuring all the great times we’ve shared over the past half century of our friendship…trips to the Indianapolis Symphony and Art Museum, Penrod Days, where you always found the best items to purchase, and the many many dinners with Dagrun and you at your home, including the ones when you carved “the bird” on Thanksgivings!

Bob. You are steady JOY. Your presence exudes it and your words echo its heartbeat... You are resilient, kind, incredibly smart, super athletic, quietly hilarious, and such a gentleman.

I always enjoy the moments I have with you and Dagrun... Thank you for always being so warm. Thank you for caring about the problems of the world. Thank you for the direct role you intentionally played in making this world a better place (for your Service), and thank you for all the ways you’ve contributed thereafter.

You are amazing and such an example.

Thank you for opening up your home to me (and my family as I grew to a “we”, lol), for sharing your heart & aspects of your journey, and for sharing your Bug - our Dagrun (including her sweet, yummy treats).

I’m forever indebted times 100. You are so loved. What a blessing to be a blessing for a century!! I love you. CHEERS!!!!

But the most memorable of all, is your feat of hanging, by your feet, from the door frame in those Inversion Boots! Not many people can claim that, and you did it with great aplomb!

Wishing you all the very best of everything, Bob, today, and for each and every tomorrow.

With my love and 100 Birthday Congratulations to you! Always,

Margaret

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“I’m not sure I remember many of Bob’s jokes, but I will always remember the joy he had telling them.”

Clark Hadley

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Ed, the Wonderdog When I was seven or so, just after we moved to Lake City, Minnesota, we decided to get a dog. This probably involved lots of pestering by us kids.

Bob had known a big poodle called Coquin, and decided that a standard poodle would be ideal for us. Somehow I got the nod to go up to Minneapolis where he had found a litter of puppies. It was a small house with not much grass in the yard, but with kids and puppies running around everywhere.

Out of the scrum, one puppy bumbed up to us with his tail raised and a look that said, Let’s play! and Can you get me out of here? Bob could speak Dog. On the way home, I sat in the back with the pup, who was a dead ringer for Ed Sullivan. And that’s how Ed came into our family. They say that dogs are good judges of character, but I think it works the other way too—Bob was absolutely right about Ed, who came to be known as the Wonderdog.

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“I’ll never go back, because it will never be as good as it was with you.”

Bob, it’s hard to believe that I’ve known you for 42 years, more than half my life.

From the first time I sat around the table with you and Dagrun, I have felt welcomed and loved in your home. You are such a wonderful host, always with a good story to tell. A story that is interesting, funny and brings people together.

Over the years, I’ve especially looked forward to Thanksgiving dinners with people squeezed together, friends and family, but all feeling like one family.

And you at the head of the table brandishing a machete-like knife over a gigantic turkey, masterfully carving, and sharing the bounty with everyone. I have always left your table satisfied, happy and feeling part of a loving community.

I’ve also enjoyed traveling with you. When my mother and I visited Norway, you were the driver and often the tour guide. I remember the Norway in a nutshell trip, standing on the back of the boat and marveling at the mountains where you and Dagrun are so at home. Then our time in Bergen, visiting Grieg’s home and eating seafood and fresh berries on the dock. When Bob and I visited Norway in 2014, you met us at the train and drove us down to Aashild’s home, with a stop at the scenic sewage treatment plant! Taking the train to Oslo, exploring the city, sailing the Oslo fjord and eating shrimp on my birthday, eating whale at the restaurant on the dock. So many memories.

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We also spent time in South Carolina with you, Dagrun, Knut and his wife. I remember playing miniature golf there with you. We were more than halfway through the course, when you encouraged me saying, “Make this shot and you’ll be tied with Knut.”

You weren’t keeping score; how could you possibly know that. Because when you play a game, you are all in!

My one and only time at the Indy 500 race was with you and Dagrun and my Bob. I loved every moment.

I’ll never go back, because it will never be as good as it was with you.

Through the years, you’ve always been there – for joyous occasions like the weddings of John, Dag, Susie, and Chris, but also the sad times. You were the first to come to us when Rob was killed. We have shared laughter and tears, but the love and caring has never wavered.

There is nothing more valuable in life than a friend.

You are the best of friends, a blessing to all of us who have gathered around your table over the years.

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“Bob is one of my favorite people.”

I have described my relationship with Bob in a number of different ways over the years. He is my dad’s close friend; He’s my parents’ dear friend; He’s like an uncle to me; He is MY good friend... Simply stated, Bob is one of my favorite people.

When I was little, I was very shy, especially with adults, and I avoided talking to most, but with Bob, it was different. I would tell him stories and he listened as if I was actually saying something interesting and important, even when I surely wasn’t. Bob is kind, he is generous, and he is hilariously funny. To be around him is to truly feel special.

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When I was engaged to be married, I dreaded the thought of walking down the aisle without my father.

I was worried that the grief of not having him there would overwhelm the joy I wanted to feel. And I knew I needed someone by my side to ease that. Bob was the first person who came to mind. And being in his company at that moment helped me to feel lighter and happier, as it always had. Simply stated, Bob is one of my favorite people.

Happy Birthday to my good friend, Bob.

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Do it again, Bob!!!

Not that I want to appear younger than I am, but I just wanted Bob to see my beautiful BUNAD from Troms!!!! – selfmade – many years and many kilo ago!!!

I have known Bob for only three years! I was introduced to Bob and Dagrun

by Sons of Norway in 2020, and was soon invited to their home in Franklin for lunch! We had a Norwegian “smorrebrod” meal on the front porch!

Bob told me about his like for playing tennis, which he still did at that time!

But what impressed me most was his open and frank political conviction!

Even with a sign in the yard….”Vote for………” I liked that!!!! Too many people keep their political conviction a secret, but not Bob! That was in 2020!

Do it again, Bob!!!! Now is 2024!!! And of course, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

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N KNOW BOB, “ E FA AV E WA S L R H S H A IKE ” AS I IM WE A SE CALLED H CO ND F AT H E R I have known Bob, “Far” as we called him as he was like a second father, since before I was born. My parents met Far and Dagrun after the oldest mischievous sons, both Johns, got lost on a Transatlantic ship. For the past 62 years, we have remained friends. Fond memories of Far include rolling around the living room with 7 kids, 2 dads and a full-sized black poodle “Eddie”, listening to the parents’ loud laughter through the heating vents while us kids were playing upstairs, going to Far’s work and admiring him teach Art and enjoying playing tennis with him even though he beat me every time. He always had kind and wise words and I left his home feeling happy.

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Dagrun is not here…”

It has been my privilege to know Bob over my years at Franklin College. As I was struggling to adapt to life in the US, Bob and Dagrun welcomed me into their home with open arms and hearts as I stayed with them for two years.

Bob would often take me to tennis practice.

Although I could barely keep up with him, I always enjoyed our time at the tennis court.

We also went golfing together. After finding out golf is not my thing, I was just happy being his designated golf cart driver.

There were times when Dagrun was out of town and Bob and I were very much lost because we did not know what to do for dinner.

We both stood in the kitchen looking at each other like, “What are we going to do? Dagrun is not here…” I believe I made something for you and I, but I still cannot remember to this day what I cooked for us. Maybe the food I made was so horrible that I just had to erase it from my memory. How did we survive those days without Dagrun’s food?

I will never forget going on a road trip to Myrtle Beach, going on a helicopter ride with John, and of course the mosaic art piece that Bob helped me create which was displayed at Franklin College. Bob always treated me like a member of his family.

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When I think of you and Dagrun, I think of love and much laughter and joy, a life journey where two people have seen, respected and admired each other, and who have handled life and the challenges they have met. Always a smile, a good remark, wisdom and understanding. Art and culture, the joy of family – and the joy and interest in the homeland and family of the sweetheart Dagrun.

An open home where everyone is welcome at all times and where one feels welcome. I love my memories from my time with you and your visits to us here in Norway. “Do you still have that cat painter?”

I miss you and would have liked to be there with you.

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I’ve known Bob since 1984, so have been impressed with him 40 years—but never more so than when he won the senior national tennis title in Palo Alto, Dagrun and I cheering from the stands. At one point he told us that there was only one natural knee on the court that match—or was it none? He just kept winning, and smiling, and winning some more—all the way to the award ceremony. What a champ! xo Sally Hanley

Our friendship with Bob started in the early 1970s. Dagrun and Knut went to school together for 12 years, and when Knut and I got married it was natural for her to introduce Bob to us. Whenever the two of them visited Norway they came to see us, also with their family and sometimes with friends. We visited them several times in USA. When we traveled by car, Bob was a steady and comfortable driver.

If we went someplace by air together, Bob and I always got special attention because we both have artificial knees.

Bob and Knut often played golf together, both in USA and in Norway and they enjoyed each other’s company. Once they stayed with Dagrun’s sister to play golf, and it snowed on Ascension Day! Bob has always been congenial and easy to be with. Knut and I look back on so many lovely visits with Bob and Dagrun. Sadly, Knut died in April, but I know he felt Bob was one of the best.

The warmest greetings and congratulations,

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I met Bob in ‘73 or ‘74, I can’t remember for sure! My FC roommate signed up for a Winter Term class led by Bob, and I used to walk with her to deliver projects to the house on East Madison Street. Not having a speck of artistic talent myself, I was intrigued by her assignments, so the next semester I took a drawing class that proved my lack of skill once and for all!

Over the years I got to know Bob and the entire Bennett family. I have always appreciated Bob’s ability to hold forth on almost any subject, but his wide knowledge of art and music continue to amaze me. I’ve heard more entertaining stories at their dining room table than I can count.

Dagrun’s entertaining prowess, including lovely tablescapes, countless delicious recipes, and her way of making everyone feel welcome all contribute to the sociable scenes where I know Bob best. In my heart, the two are linked to such a degree that “Bob and Dagrun” might as well be one word! I continue to come away from visits with a new idea, a new book recommendation (The Cowboy and The Cossack is on my book list for the winter), or a story to savor and remember.

I take care of Bob when Dagrun is running errands. I met Bob earlier this year and we have spent many hours talking and his life is so interesting. The first time we met, we found out that when they lived in Norway, he was interviewed for a job at my cousin’s Per Tannum store. Who knew it would become the biggest store in Norway. He remembered it very vividly. He made the right decision in staying with teaching, but Bob has many gifts and I can see why other people wanted him on their team too! We talk a lot about his time in the Air Force,, where he went to war in WW2, from England to France and Belgium. He has had a rich life and is loved by his family! I consider Bob a friend.

Carol Maupins Bob, it was fun: 1. Sharing memories of our respective French Connections, 2. Watching you and Irv play pool— you were both so competitive 3. Hearing about your amazing tennis wins.

Thank you for being a very bright light in this world. Happy 100th Birthday!

Happy Birthday, Bob!

Sue Wakefield

Mes amities,

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I LOV E B O B ’ S Z D HIS LIGH EST N A THE FOR LIFE AR TED SPIRIT!

Bob (fellow Sons of Norway member) loves to discuss the Buzz Bomb in Greencastle where I live. He had seen one sail in the air in World War II and was surprised to hear that one was mounted on a frame not too far from his home.

One day he and Dagrun drove to see this mechanical beast which was quite fulfilling for him. I enjoyed his enthusiasm as he talked about seeing them. Surely it was better to talk about them than seeing them fly overhead.

I love Bob’s zest for life and his light-hearted spirit!

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Oranchie Goose Coming up with something to put into my Father’s 100th birthday book has been a long mental and emotional journey. In thinking about so many memories and funny stories from a lifetime with him and trying to narrow the field to a short story has been a struggle. So, I’ll just write a few that always seem to come to the surface.

One that is heart-wrenching to remember and I’m sure was so much more agonizing for him, was when we drove from Indiana to Florida after I graduated from Purdue and got my first real job at Disney. We had a nice long drive to Florida, got me set up, and then he flew back to Indiana by himself. Leaving me watching him board the plane through the window at the terminal, we stared at each other waving and trying our best to be strong. I knew at that time how difficult it was for him and understand now with so much more intensity after having just done the same with my son Jack who is now settling in at medical school in Kansas City. As I write this, I have tears running down my face with emotion for myself but mostly for my Father somehow.

I think that of all his children, I am most like him in his sense of humor, quirks, and isms (maybe not just that, but probably most like him overall too). I have even been told on many occasions that I walk just like him. Never quite knew what to think about that one but I’ll take it.

He is truly one of the most sensitive and empathetic people I have ever known. He was before his time about civil rights and the need to treat everyone as equals no matter their background, beliefs, race, or social standing. And I don’t know of any man today especially in his age group who are feminists the way he is. Other than both of my brothers, he is a feminist to the core. None of them are machismo in the least but they are the men who most others should aspire to be. The world would be a better place for it.

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He was present during the birth of his children which was unheard of at that time. But he bucked the system and was part of the birthing process which I’m sure had something to do with the more than typical closeness within our family today. We all phone, message, facetime, talk regularly, and get together as often as we possibly can. And I know this is because of our upbringing with the most wonderful parents in the world.

He and Buggsey have always been the most generous people on earth. I cannot count the number of people they have opened their home to with welcoming arms and warmth.

Many have been international Franklin College students who were homesick or needed to feel included. Or just anyone who needed a place to stay or needed emotional support. They have forged friendships with people across the globe with their generosity and genuine care and love for other humans.

I guess one thing that I find to be so dear to me (I really do have so many of these), and have carried on with my own children, is his self-created language. He has created quite a vocabulary over the years of calling objects and people anything but their actual names. To name just a few, orange juice has always been oranchie goose, McDonalds has been Bagduddleys, napkin is nipperkin, Merry Christmas became Many Trinfumps, and Santa Claus has always been Sandal Clogs or Sandy Clods. And all the dogs we have had in our family have never been called their actual names: Eddie was Kevin, little Bamse was Snort, Molly was Mildred, and now Rosie is Muggsey (just to name a few). His language was so widespread that we started calling it Grampanese. Spellcheck is going crazy and not wanting to accept any of these unrecognizable words in this document.

Maybe because I have always known how to pronounce these words but not necessarily how to spell them.

Of all of us, I may be most fluent in Grampanese and happily carry on this ever-expanding language for myself and my family.

I have a feeling my children may continue this wonderful and quirky tradition themselves. Both my parents have given their children so much that I know will be carried on for generations to come and that makes me so happy to know.

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My 26 years of Bob. Well, to put it simply...I don’t think I could have had a more loving and entertaining father-in-law. Human memory chip When I got a phone that had internet access, we would sit around the table listening to Bob facts that we thought that were impossible to be true. So I started fact checking him with encouragement from our family.

Well, he was right on some of the wildest claims.

Bob has always been my sports watching partner. Of course, he is a champion himself. I remember playing tennis with him while he laughs, making me run all over the court.

Bob was 88 years old riding the Incredible Hulk Roller Coaster and that amazing hair of his never moved. Bob still makes me laugh more than anyone.

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Beautiful Things Early in the tech revolution that put tiny computers in nearly everything we touch, John Bennett’s job in the auto industry involved computer chips that caught and held his father’s eye. Always creative, and with an enduring love of jewellery, Bob saw the beauty in these mysterious wafers of metal and used them to make earrings for me and the other women in his family. Of course I have many beautiful things that Bob has given me during my decades as his daughter-in-law, but even amongst that bounty these earrings are special. They have become fascinating historical artefacts of one of the enormous waves of change Bob has experienced. They also show his unique way of seeing beauty in the world, and I love them.

Happy hundredth birthday Bob!

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“We were in heaven.”

I have so many memories of you Bob, and most of them make me smile or laugh, some make me shake my head.

The first time we met, was when you, Dagrun and the boys (Susie was not born yet) moved to our little village, Løkken Verk, and you soon became our neighbour (1962?) I was 10 at the time, and very excited and proud that my cousin (Dagrun) had brought AMERICA to our small neighbourhood.

Nine years later I was fortunate enough to get the opportunity to become part of your colourful, warm and hospitable family for one whole year. From day one I felt as an included member of your family, and took part in all the ups and downs of «our» family life that year.

A year that had great positive impact on how I developed as a person, the choices I made and my attitude to life later on. I will always be grateful to you both for opening your home to me like that.

Among many I have chosen a memory with you that I will never forget. Very exciting and funny when it happened, but not quite that hilarious when Dagrun brought us back to reality.

When I stayed with you, you used to go down to Bloomington once a week, and at one time you invited me to come along for a sightseeing.

We went down in your family car and I think the plan was to look for a bigger family car in Bloomington. I do not remember the details, but the same afternoon we were on our way back to Franklin in a RED CONVERTIBLE. I adored it, and really enjoyed the ride with my hair and scarf blowing in the wind, but I also had a strong feeling that we were doing something wrong. But for a couple of hours we were in heaven. It all ended when we parked the car outside your home in Franklin. End of story.

The car was returned (without me enjoying the ride back), and a new family car was bought.

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I have many good memories from the time when we were neighbors at Storekra. Bob always paid attention to us, but he might have had problems pronouncing Vebjørg’s and my names. Whatever the reason, he unfailingly called us Blubnug and Running Dog. When I started middle school I was delighted to have Bob as my art teacher. He was a fountain of nontraditional ideas and inspired the whole class.

What I remember best of my projects is a picture I made of colored pieces of wood that I glued together into a portrait of a girl about my age and my parents thought it deserved a place on the wall in the living room.

Another memory, which is not about Bob, but I remember well that John and Dag liked to come to our house to watch children’s programs on TV. And John’s nudge “Let’s go home Dag, now there is nothing but pause fish here.” (In those days they would show an aquarium full of colorful fish where a commercial might be)

I hope you have a wonderful 100 Years celebration.

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“One of my favorite memories of Bob was watching him take a scammer for an absolute ride.

Bob asked him where he should take his ‘bags full of money.’

He wasted at least 15 minutes of this poor guy’s day—assumed he was talking to a delusional elder.

Dagrun just shook her head.

The rest of us were in awe.”

Lindsay Hadley Learning how to live from Bob Bennett since 2000

“You were the prettiest man I had ever seen.”

The first time we met I was 14 years old. Dagrun brought you to Gjøvik the first time. My first thought when I saw you was; “Oh my god how handsome he is!”

You were the prettiest man I had ever seen.

I also remember how proud I was when you took me for a spin in your sportscar. The room in the backseat however was not to my expectation. There was hardly any room for my feet and legs.

I have always enjoyed our relationship and I have always felt comfort in your presence.

Your ability to deliver jokes and funny remarks and also be a person that I could have serious and personal talks with have been much appreciated from my side. And I have tried to

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live my life the way I feel you showed me. Being an inclusive person with a positive mindset and with a great sense of humor. I believe, now being 79, that this is the recipe for å happy and prosperous life.

Thank you for all the lovely moments that we have shared. I appreciate you very much and wish you all the best for your birthday and for the future.

Vebjørg Leland Jon Erling and the boys also send their gratulations and love.

Rannveig Østvold

I have known you ever since you came to Norway to visit us, Dagrun’s family. From the more than 65 years that has passed since the first meeting I have many, many good memories. We have always had a lot of fun. There has been some “Oh Bob” stories, and I think I will remind you of the first one I remember. It wasn’t long after we met that it happened. In fact, it was the first time you came to Norway to meet us, Dagrun’s family. I was very excited – an American! I was only 10 years old and had seen Americans only in films. I guess you had your worries as well. You had to make a good impression on Dagrun’s parents. They hadn’t expected that she wanted to start a family so young, and to someone from so far away. You have later said you were determined that you would not behave like a bigheaded American and point out that things were bigger and better in USA, as Europeans had a feeling Americans thought. It all went well, you were – and are – a very charming man and we all liked you. My mother served a very good dinner that you obviously liked. And you liked the dessert as well, but you had to ask what it was. When you were told it was gooseberries, it slipped out: “Oh, is it, I didn’t recognise it, they are much bigger in The States!”

Oops. I have never forgotten your face when you realised that you had jumped right in it. Åshild Rykkja

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“Your well of friends never runs dry.”

I don’t remember exactly when I met you - I know it was while I was working at Franklin College and got to know Dagrun. Which seems like a very long time ago to me now! I believe we met at your house and the first thing I remember learning about you was your being a tennis player!

You and Dagrun were later so very generous with me and allowed me to live with you for seven months while I was going through a divorce. You helped me keep sane and heal. While there, I learned about your being a Senior Olympic champion; that you were in the military; how you and Dagrun met; more about your children and grandchildren; and your love for having company to dinner and enjoying meaningful conversations.

And then, a year and a half later, you and Dagrun asked me and my new “boyfriend,” Bob Kuhn, over to dinner while we were dating so you could grill him and give feedback to my mom! You have to confess my Bob passed with flying colors and you had to admit I had made a good choice!

Your sense of humor never wavers. Your persistence amazes us. We admire your ability to age well. Your well of friends never runs dry.

Happy 100th birthday, with our love!

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“Your life has lifted and guided all of us” Happy 100th Birthday! What a remarkable achievement, but given that it is you, not so surprising. The spirit and joy you exude throughout your life has lifted and guided all of us who have had the great good luck to know you.

I was especially lucky to meet you just as I was turning 20. Born into a family of artists, but not one myself, I took to the sciences for my life’s work. But my family, and my encounters with you taught me to appreciate and embrace the beauty and wonder of art and culture, enhancing and enriching me all my lifelong.

Fortunately for me, you and Dagrun were there for me when my brother passed away.

You helped me to deal with grief, a crucial life lesson that has helped me over and over as I weather life’s joys and sorrows.

I know I am one of many that are grateful to know you and Dagrun and your beautiful family -John, Dag and Susie. You are no doubt doubly blessed with all the family they have continued to build, and who have also Bennett fitted from the joyful exuberance of your spirit.

Wishing you a wonderful celebration, filled with family and laughter and Love…

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The Longest Putt I can’t remember the exact year we met (probably 10 years ago at least) as it seems like he’s always been part of our crew.

We miss him terribly. My favorite anecdote was trying to convince him when he was in his 90’s that he should play from the forward tees! We always teased him that we wanted to see his ID for verification of his age! He always had a good joke and a forever young spirit! Happy Birthday to Bob! I forgot to mention this little tidbit: the last time Bob golfed with us in the YMCA tourney, he won the longest putt! We screamed with joy!

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Our friendship with Bob started in the early 1970s.

Dagrun and Knut went to school together for 12 years, and when Knut and I got married it was natural for her to introduce Bob to us.

Whenever the two of them visited Norway they came to see us, also with their family and sometimes with friends. We visited them several times in USA. When we traveled by car, Bob was a steady and comfortable driver.

If we went someplace by air together, Bob and I always got special attention because we both have artificial knees.

Bob and Knut often played golf together, both in USA and in Norway and they enjoyed each other’s company. Once they stayed with Dagrun’s sister to play golf, and it snowed on Ascension Day! Bob has always been congenial and easy to be with. Knut and I look back on so many lovely visits with Bob and Dagrun. Sadly, Knut died in April, but I know he felt Bob was one of the best.

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I met Bob in 1980, the year I was hired to teach sociology at Franklin College. Dagrun, who ran the computing center at FC, invited me to dinner at their home. My first stimulating conversation with Bob was followed by many others as we met, usually over delicious food, often with our families, in our respective homes and on other occasions. By the mid-1980s, I started to stay at Bob and Dagrun’s house one night a week to cut down on my commuting to Bloomington and I always looked forward to having a good talk with Bob over dinner or breakfast. Bob’s vast knowledge of many areas of life and his zany sense of humor made every conversation meaningful and fun. How wonderful to be celebrating your 100th year on the planet, Bob! My most heartfelt wishes and love to you on this momentous occasion.

Jill Bystydzienski

Bob, the year was probably 1976 or 1977 and I was visiting my brother Dan in Indiana. Your family agreed to include me in your drive east to return me to my home in Massachusetts.

I am pretty sure I was a somewhat obnoxious teen who talked too much, but your family was very gracious. The most vivid memory I have of the trip was sleeping in the motel room we stopped at for the night. I was sacked out on the

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floor when I had a dream about the dog getting out. I sat up and yelled something to “stop the dog” and woke up everyone. I think you were a little less rested for the drive that day, but never mentioned it Thank you for being so kind.

Congratulations on a life well lived. Here’s to 101!

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I first met Bob in January 1976 when I was spending my winter term working with Dagrun in the Franklin College data center. Then I was just another kid eating dinner with the family.

Later when I was working full time for Dagrun, I was a regular dinner guest. Bob and I played some tennis, but I was never in his league.

Our bond came through golf. We would play each year in the Franklin College Women’s Basketball Golf Scramble at Cricket Ridge in Batesville, Indiana. The highlight of the day was always the steak dinner put on after the round.

We cooked our own steak on the grill – Bob’s was always well done.

We found another golf scramble through the Baxter YMCA at Dye’s Walk in Greenwood.

Each year we would play with two crazy sisters.

Something we looked forward to each fall.

Our biggest adventure came in 1990 when Bob and I flew to London to visit his son Dag. I remember Bob struggling to haul a huge duffel bag full of peanut butter and M&Ms through Victoria Station that he was taking to Dag. We had a great time in London.

Bob took me on a tour to The National Gallery. I was appalled when Bob touched the paintings as he gave me an art history lesson.

Fortunately, we didn’t get caught.

From London Bob took me to Norway where we stayed with Dagrun’s mom. We explored the Viking Museum, visited Lillehammer, under construction for the upcoming winter Olympics, and hiked to the family cabin in the mountains. It was an experience I’ve never forgotten.

After 47 years of stories, I’m sure there is still much Bob has to teach me.

Danny Wheeler

I met Bob through my husband Larry.

Their special friendship extended well beyond 50 years. My husband passed away in 2015.

Our daughter was married in 2016 and at our daughter’s request Bob walked her down the aisle. I know Larry approved.

Happy Birthday dear friend.

Mary Clowry

Håkon is extremely impressed that it is possible to be so fit and thinks Bob is an incredibly likeable guy.

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“Bob wanted to see Butler play, but Dagrun told him the game conflicted with a party.

They went round and round.

Finally an exasperated Dagrun said,‘Bob! You don’t understand!’

He looked confused and said, ‘I’m trying very hard not to.’

He laughed and laughed.”

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Vergeltungswaffen It has been my honor to be friends with Bob Bennett for more than 30 years.

And in those 30 years I have learned many things.

For instance: You can hear corn growing. (At least in Iowa.)

The true meaning of the Norwegian word Skål!

(Sorry Dagrun!)

In all seriousness, Bob never ceases to amaze me, In the course of dinner conversation it is not uncommon for Bob to make reference to Igor Stravinsky’s Petrushka or The Rite of Spring. Conversations with him might meander to Marie van Goethem and on to the Vergeltungswaffen, which he was one of the first to see as a young soldier in England during WW II. During that same dinner the

conversation Bob might start discussing civil rights or women’s reproductive rights. One has to wonder how a fellow born 100 years ago in small-town Iowa comes to be so progressive and wide-ranging in his thinking?

Bob is unlike any other person I have known.

He is an interesting combination of serious and silly. He is kind and compassionate. He cheers for the underdog. His politics are progressive and insightful. In short, he is the kind of man you want to be around. My life is much richer because I know him.

Happy 100th Bob! I love you!

Susie Fleck

Dagrun

“ EYEROLL ❤”

D E S I G N E D W I TH LOVE BY LINDSAY HA DLEY