I posted something a minute ago, but am not sure if it was recorded. Let me just say that I thought the world of Fr. Bob particularly when he anointed this protestant minister before my knee surgery at St. E's hospital when I worked there as a chaplain from 2007-2014. He lived to be a relatively ripe old age, but I just wish he could've been around a little longer.
Rev. Roy H. Rogers, Chaplain Heartland Hospice
Fr. Bob maried us on June 20, 1959 at St. Therese Church in Appleton. Our Prayers are with him and his family. We will always remember him. GOD bless.
Fr. Bob was at St. Therese when he gave instructions to my wife when she was turning Catholic. We remember him as a fantastic teacher and friend. We will never forget him. GOD BLESS.
Bob/Mary Lee Hoffman Oshkosh
Not only was Father Bob a good priest, he was a good friend. He married Nancy and I on Sept. 4th 1961. After she took sick, he would stop and give her a blessing every month. He also conducted her Funeral mass when she died. He always showed that he really cared. God bless him.
Fr. Bob was there through all of my biggest life events: he baptized me, married me, and conducted the funeral mass for my Dad. He was a special person, as anyone at St. Paul Parish in Combined Locks will tell you. He served his Lord and his parish with amazing grace and care. I am sure Heaven welcomed him with open arms.
Father Bob was the one I sat and talked to when we moved to Kimberly. I wanted to find somewhere I felt like we belonged. After our visit we joined and we enjoyed St Paul's for many years. Funny that we had moved from Green Bay and had belonged to St. Patrick's. I think he is still smiling on us all.
It was a warm July evening in 1946, when a small collectionof young
men, mostly World War II vets, had gathered on the steps of the Business
Administration building of Marquette University, as they were taking
their last drag on a cigarette before entering the building for their
first class. The school was so over-crowded with returning veterans
that it had to add evening classes to its daytime schedule.
The guy standing next to me, who was kind of short and with squirrel-like cheeks, stuck his hand into mine and said, √¢‚Ç¨¬ùHi, I√¢‚Ç¨‚Ñ¢m Bob Vandenberg from Kimberly√¢‚Ç¨¬ù. I responded in kind. Thus was born what became a life long friendship.
As students, on weekends when we not cramming for an exam, we
double-dated, invariably exchanging girls, he escorting one young lady
on a certain Saturday, and me convoying her on the next. We did this
frequently through our college years.
Upon graduation, we went our separate ways √¢‚Ç¨‚Äú he to his Dad Greg√¢‚Ç¨‚Ñ¢s Maytag dealership in Kaukauna, and me to Hardware Mutual in Stevens
Fast forward to the 50√¢‚Ç¨‚Ñ¢s, when to his certain date for that evening, he
announced that he was making plans to enter the seminary. Needless to
say, the relationship came to a screeching halt. True to form, however,
I had my eye on her too, and in short order, closed the breach. And
married her in 1952. My version of events is that √¢‚Ç¨≈ìI aced him out.
Dejected, his only option was to study for the priesthood√¢‚Ç¨¬ù, I
proclaimed. (Not true, of course).
Today, we remember him as Father Vandenberg. And we say to him, God has rewarded you with His unconditional everlasting love for your dedicated lifetime of faithful service.
Robert E. Bodoh
Fr. Bob said Masses at the chapel at St. Elizabeth Hospital up until the time of his death. We are so appreciative of his life of service to all of us. Our sympathy to the family. We will miss his smiles and homilies.
Clare and Bruce DuMontier
The last visit we had with Fr. was delightful after a Mass at St. E's.
We stood outside the Chapel and reminisced and shared. We thank God for Fr. and his lifelong gift of ministry to all of us.
Fr. Van was a longtime friend of my parents, going back to the days that he and my father, Robert Bodoh, went to Marquette. As kids, we used to call him Fr. Iceberg. I have vivid memories of him coming to our house on Durkee St. in Appleton. for dinner (his visits were often conveniently timed to mealtimes) and he also gave the kids a blessing before leaving. I still remember him coming to visit me when I was 2 and had my tonsils out.
One of God's true shepherds who lived a value-driven life. He will be missed
Saint Paul, MN