Bob was a very very dear friend of mine. We were like brothers. We could share personal problems with each other that we couldn't share with anyone else. I always enjoyed his company whether it was taking him to breakfast or lunch or a doctor's appointment, or even just sitting in his apartment and talking. He was a great man and a real gentleman. I will miss him very much.
Robert James Bond, Sr.
April 11, 1941 - November 04, 2021
Bob Bond was the drill writer for the Peterborough Krescendos and my first ever drill instructor. He would yell across the field, "Dougie Thrower!", (to this day for most Krescendos it's still 'Dougie'), "Dougie Thrower, I'm going to break your elbows if you don't hold them up!" I was 11 years old and I didn't want broken elbows so I decided I would hold them up. That's some damn fine teaching, right there.
When I was a bit older and an instructor myself, Bob and I would run into each other at shows in upstate New York and after most seasons he would call me to discuss the Bluecoats and other corps he enjoyed. I never heard him disparage the changes in the activity which were and are, of course, inevitable. He was always grateful and proud just to be a part of it. That's some damn fine teaching, right there.
Bob Bond was the first person to reach out to me when it was announced that I was to be inducted into the DCI Hall of Fame in 2019. I teared up when I heard his message. It began, "Dougie!" (see above) "Dougie! Bob here, your old drill instructor Mr. Bond. I just wanted to call to say that ... well ... to say that I'm proud of you, son."
That's some damn fine teaching, right there.
RIP, sir. And thank you.
Mr Bond: You were a second Dad to me. You accepted me into your home and treated me like family. I will miss you but remember you alwaysMemorial Tree was purchased for the family of Robert James Bond, Sr. by Patty (Edgar) Bocker. Plant a tree