Condolence & Memory Journal


Wednesday, November 11, 2020
Veteran's Day Tribute

Robert Francis Northrup, born April 24, 1921 in Mount Vernon, New York to Frank L. Northrup and Ella Roth Northrup, died peacefully May 1, 2020, at age 99, in Langhorne, PA. Bob, as he was known to family and friends, grew up in Pennington, New Jersey. Six months since his death my father finally joined his maternal grandparents, William and Henrietta Roth, his mother Ella Roth, and his first wife, my mother, Virginia Hart Northrup as we committed his ashes for burial in Ewing Cemetery. His interment took place Friday, November 6, halfway between All Saints Day, November 1, and Veterans Day, November 11.

My Dad is remembered both as a child of God, lifelong member of the Morrisville Presbyterian Church, and as a seventy-four-year veteran of WWII. Dad was one of the last of the Greatest Generation and always proud of his service to his country in the US Navy during World War II. He entered into active service July 22, 1942 and served as an Aviation Ordnanceman in the American Theatre, Panama Canal. He served three years, five months, and received an Honorable Discharge from the United States Navy January 13, 1946.

On May 16, 2005 Robert was awarded the Mercer County Military Service Medal for his courage and service to the Armed Forces of the United States during World War II. He also received recognition from the Bucks County Commissioners for WWII Distinguished Service and a Certificate of Appreciation for World War II Heroes from the Pennsylvania House of Representatives.

We remember you today, Dad, for your devotion as our father and grandfather, and for your lifelong service to church, community, and country.

Posted by Kathie Platt - Beaumont, TX - Daughter   November 11, 2020


All Saint's Day Prayer on the occasion of my father-in-law's interment:

We give thanks for: Robert Northrup, our beloved father and grandfather, son, brother and husband, and we remember and honor him.

Bob, we know you are with us in spirit and that you will never be forgotten.

We give thanks to God for you and for those who have gone on before.

We trust in the hope of resurrection and the promise of new life in Christ.

We know that in our grief and celebration that you, God, are with us through it all and we are not alone.

So today we give thanks for Bob and we remember that we too are saints and heirs of Christ's church and we seek to live out that legacy in the name of Jesus Christ in whom love lives forever. Amen.

Posted by Michael Platt - Beaumont, TX - Family   November 11, 2020


Emily's Reflection On Interment Day:

Dear Grandpop,

Thank you for the big hugs. Thank you for Wheel of Fortune, Jeopardy, and solitare. A bowl of ice cream before bedtime, sweet corn on the cob, and fresh tomatoes from the garden. Thank you for ferry rides, trips to the family farm where my mom grew up, long drives along the Delaware, and fresh apple cider from Styers Orchard. I loved it when you played your sax, and performed show tunes for us in the living room or on stage. Thank you for inviting me to sing along. You were a Ham! I loved your corny jokes. It always felt so good to laugh with you. Thank you for sharing your gizmos and gadgets with me, playing with me and the flying monkey in the backyard, and scaring me with that gorilla halloween mask when I was young. You have taught me the importance, and joys, of staying a big kid at heart. Thank you for sharing your stories with me. Thank you for sharing your happy life with me. The walk down memory lane is filled with melody, sweet days and laughter. I love you Grandpop! Will miss you so much!

Posted by Emily Platt - Houston, TX - Grandchild   November 11, 2020


My memories of Grandpop are of sunny afternoons lounging on outdoor patio furniture, surrounded by beautiful flowers, overlooking a pond filled with wild Canadian geese, having jolly conversations. Eating strawberry Bryers ice cream every night at 10 pm before bed. Of him falling asleep on my shoulder while siting on the couch completing a crossword puzzle in the late afternoon. Or sitting around the dining table eating his homemade meatloaf while he tells us the story again about meeting Grandma, how she almost married a count, but was glad she found him instead. Of him spontaneously bursting into show tunes to provide some entertainment to enliven a quiet afternoon. Of him driving us around for hours, up River Road through Bucks County, then across the river to Pennington, his childhood home. Of hearing the same stories year after year of Delaware River floods and his childhood and mom's childhood. Of walking slowly hand in hand with me. That was the way he transferred his love, through holding hands. Of him balancing a toy eagle on his nose or pulling a coin out from behind my ear, even well into my twenties. Every evening watching game shows, especially Wheel of Fortune. He was always incredibly happy to see us and always cried when we left. He made us feel like we were an extension of himself and a part of him. He made mundane tasks like laundry or paperwork seem important and exciting and was always stressed about politics. He loved to make other people laugh no matter how ridiculous it made him look. He always wore his emotions on his sleeve. He was adorable, childlike in the best of ways. He was truly a kid at heart. He made our lives beautiful and showed us the way he saw the world when we were with him, which was through rose-colored glasses.

Posted by Laura Platt - Astoria, NY - Grandchild   May 13, 2020


A Memory: Malapropisms

One of the oddest things I ever learned from my dad was the art of imprecision. Although a very smart man, Dad loved to call things by names close enough. In other words, all cats were she, all dogs were he, and we could never convince him otherwise. So effective was my father's employ of malapropisms that to this very day I find myself calling things as they are not: whimsically saying, this for that or calling things slightly off what they should mean. For instance, Can you bring me the bat? when I actually mean spatula, or saying spear for pen. Something as non-sensical as that. But if I get close enough, everyone understands what I mean. Although as a writer I love and am indebted to precision, I have been influenced so thoroughly by Dad's habits that, at least with family, I lapse into this amusing idiom calling things as they are not. Taking liberty with our languagethis humorous recklessness with the mother tongue is a constant reminder of how my dad has imprinted me. And a very good memory. My unconscious appropriation of this silly habit is an unexpected tribute to the funny guy Bob, proverbial prankster, entertaining teaser, joyful joker. Comedian. Indeed, whenever I lapse into imprecision, I catch a glimpse of the guy who was Dad.

Posted by Kathie Platt - Beaumont, TX - Daughter   May 12, 2020

It was hard losing my mom, then marrying and moving half way across the country to Texasaway from Dadall in the same year. Texas has provided adventure in abundance. But I never lost my fervor for my Yankee home. Whether driving cross country 1500 miles (or flying the friendly skies), returning to my roots was always a thrill. Most of all, I remember Dad meeting us at the airport, train station, or in his driveway, his face lighting up the best homecoming anyone could wish for! Grandpop' and Glady always planned a full schedule of events to make our visits, which included his two young granddaughters, Emily and Laura, memorable. No visit was complete without a trip to the Jersey shore and Grandma's famous cucumber sandwiches! Dad never tired of touring us around the countryside, through his hometown of Pennington, past the Hart Farm where Mom had grown up and I had romped through woods and barns with my cousins throughout childhood. Dad was as at home in New Jersey as anywhere and we always loved the walk, or drive, down memory lane. Then crossing the Delaware at Lambertville we'd make our way back through the Bucks County countryside exploring New Hope, Peddlers' Village,Washington Crossing, favorite haunts imprinted on our hearts and minds. Our journey would always end with a drive past my childhood home, 1013 Evergreen, on the boundary between Yardley and Morrisville, just above the Delaware River and canal. Dad loved to entertain us with his favorite tune, singing with characteristic gusto, I'm from Morrisville, I'm from Morrisville, On that great Judgment Day, I will rise up and say, I'm from Morrisville.' As I re-read the lyrics to that ditty, I feel the fidelity my father had for the land of his childhood, and his adulthood, living across two states as if they were one, tied together by the Delaware, that glistening silver current running through our lives, to which Dad and I frequently returned in that sacred father-daughter act of communion and memory.

Posted by Kathie Platt - Beaumont, TX - Daughter   May 07, 2020

"I remember asking Bob if I could marry Kathie and his wry reply, 'Do I have any choice?' Of course, I had been seeing Kathie for eight years so there was no surprise here. But Bob liked to play hard to get. His marriage to Gladys Speakman, after the death of his first wife, (Kathie's mom), took place the same year I married Kathie, so we could always say we were married the same year! Bob was always a ham and an amateur actor, and Glady loved to tell a good tale. So when the couple traveled or socialized they loved nothing more than entertaining their friends at the bridge table, in a church musical review, practically anywhere they could find an audience. When Bob and Glady would get into a crowded elevator, or meet each other on the dance floor of a cruise ship, they liked to pretend that they were meeting for the first time and shock onlookers as if Bob was picking up' this elegant lady he had just met! Glady loved playing along with Bob and surprising the crowd with their liberated' elder version of a casual meet-up, which, of course, it was not because they were actually married and just putting on a good show to keep life interesting. And people guessing....Bob, your fun sense of humor will always be remembered!"

Posted by Michael Platt - Beaumont, TX - Family   May 06, 2020

Our condolences to the entire Northrup Family on the passing of Robert. He was a good man, one that we were proud to know.

Posted by John & Traci Girman - Bordentown, NJ - Family   May 05, 2020

So sorry for your loss. What a great legacy he leaves. Prayers for your family during this difficult time.
Love, Josh, Tanya, Daniel, Micah & Caleb Pfeiffer

Posted by Tanya Pfeiffer - PA - Friend   May 05, 2020