Robert Oakes Hausser

I am sorry to hear of the passing of Robert, and am sorry that I didn't get to meet him personly. I am a third cousin. I found this Hausser Family by the help of my cousin Heinze Hausser in Germany.  Our Great Grandfathers were brothers.   

I met Bob through his good friend Russell (Roc) Crisman at Purdue University in 1966. At that time, Roc and I shared a 4th floor room, across from the john (restroom), in the North East (NE) section of H-Hall dormitory, H2. Our room seemed to be the focal point for all or most all of the group conversations that always involved a number of other Boilermakers living on that floor. Whether that was because of us being great conversationalists or because of our room's location, I can't say.  That year Bob visited Purdue and Roc and our dormitory room and stated he was transfering from Depauw University in Greencastle, Indiana, to Purdue; as Roc had done the previous year. Bob and Roc wanted to live in an apartment for the following school year and I was invited. Bob and Roc seemed to be really good friends and Bob seemed to fit in well. Boy, did he ever! I was glad I said yes to the invitation! The next year, 1967, was my final year at Purdue on campus. It was a year I will always remember. My final year was definitely the best year at Purdue with good grades, good friends, and good times. Our apartment, Apt. #1, at 152 East Stadium Avenue, West Lafayette, turned out to be a clone of Roc's and I's room in H-2. A lot of visits from the other 6 apartment's dwellers in the building and a lot of laughs- all to be expected, I guess, as our apartment was closest to the street. I will always remember those good times: cooking meals together (we ate really good- Roc's uncle owned a stockyard), playing cards (usually poker or euchre), watching sports, playing racquet ball, riding Bob's Triumph motorcycle (that was a good bike- thanks Bob), betting on the Indianpolis "500", drinking beer and hosting parties to the tune of the drunk black cat.  We did study, believe it or not, and Bob's customary form of studying was to sit in his lounge chair by the front door watching Jeopardy with Art Fleming, when it was on, shouting "Daily Double" everytime a contestant hit a magic square; or, watching whatever show was on at the time. I never quite figured out how he could watch TV and study at the same time. I know I couldn't; but, with Bob it was no trouble. I think I was more than envious. This combination of studying and TV was, however, more than a good indication of his wit and engineering prowness.   That spring of 1967, I moved to Indianapolis to take an engineering job. Bob always kept in touch, particularly, after he moved to Utah. He would always send me his unorthodox Christmas cards, always greeting me with the salutation "Bolts" and then telling me about his yearly trips and other adventures, and usually mentioning the fact that the Boilermakers, football or basketball, "sucked!". He would alwys end by asking about racing or my racing. I will always remember that final year on campus and those good, good times. I will miss those Christmas cards, the fronts of which were adorned with crazy pictures of he and his son, David, and accompanied with comical quotes Thank you Bob for the memories and for bringing humor, wit, and joy to my life. May you rest in peace. David De Bolt aka "Bolts"  

I was so sorry to hear of the passing of Bob. We were friends through High School in Marietta.  I last heard from Bob a little over a year ago. My condolences to his family and friends. Jerry