She Was The First Bonafide Hippie I Ever Knew
She Was A Hippie & She Never Left The Capital Of The Hippie World
— P. N.
BOBBIE COOPER (Roberta Lynn) arrived on a Winter Solstice & departed on the Blue Moon Halloween, unexpectedly. The precise time of her departure is fuzzy; a missed shift at Family Of Woodstock, Saturday October 31st 2020 alerted the community that she’d gone. She was found preserved in time adjusting the temperature to her bath, in her shower cap & reading glasses and appears to have suffered not at all — Divine Poetry.
She relished wry wit and science fiction. A scathing wit of her own, she could be really funny. She was unhysterical in the face of triage. She didn’t fudge facts. A discreet scholar, she stock — piled detailed knowledge on subjects of interest: paint pigment, patchouli, vanilla orchids, guppies, big on birds.
She was undaunted by technology, a terrific cook and the cleverest of gift-givers. Bobbie was keen on quality. She observed Classical Music Sunday, wept with Gregorian Chants and sang to The Talking Heads. Her plants are robust. Bobbie had grit.
She arrived to Woodstock in the tow of principled youth where she raised two daughters on the real-time Monet Yankeetown Pond. They whimpered for TV, then praised the ground she walked on for the benefits of its absence. She lived amid Bear, Beaver, Heron & Eagles and held genuine reverence for the spirit of humanity. Her cats lived for ages. She was a confidant par excellence.
Born to Alice & John Cooper December 21st, 1948, Roberta is survived by her sister, three cousins, her daughters Maggie & Marion Heinze, The Heinze’s & The Sylvester’s. Preciously loved and instantly missed, a celebration of Bobbie’s life will be held at a later date.
Stories & Condolences about Bobbie can be received at the Seamon-Wilsey Funeral Home Website: https://www.seamonwilseyfuneralhome.com/listings