Roberta was my mother’s cousin, the daughter of George Reynolds, my maternal grandmother’s youngest brother. I first met her in the early 60s when I was entering my teens and she was training to be a nurse, initially in Hereford, where she was born, and later in London. She and her father used to come for Christmas and occasionally at other times during the year. There was always an element of excitement, particularly at Christmas when they arrived with a car packed full of goodies and distinct and unusual presents, beautifully wrapped in shiny paper, ribbons and bows. They were good fun, always wanting to do things, whether playing games, going to the movies or just getting out and about.
After Roberta moved back to New York she often came for Christmas until we had all grown up and left home and my mother suggested she visit during the summer when the weather was better and there were more things to do. She established a pattern of visiting every two years, always turning up with two huge suitcases, not only filled with clothes for her stay but so that she could also take things back home. On one occasion she bought a whole tea service from the Royal Worcester Porcelain factory which she carried back to New York! We always wondered if she had to pay excess baggage charges and she certainly had one or two run-ins with customs officials. On one occasion my mother had made her a couple of pork sandwiches to eat on the coach to Heathrow but she only ate one. When her luggage was examined at JFK, the customs officer found it and was told what it was she went off to get a superior. On his return, the sandwich was nowhere to be seen. When they asked where it was, she replied with great satisfaction that she had eaten it! The officials were furious but could do nothing about it. We certainly admired her ingenuity.
She continued her visits on a regular basis and in recent years always spent a few days with Andy and I in Cornwall. A cream tea was always high on the agenda. We also kept in touch by email and phone. When the phone rang at 10 o’clock on a Sunday evening we always knew who it was!
She was the last member of the family on my mother’s side with whom we had any contact and we shall miss her greatly.
My wife and I send our condolences to the family and always cherished Roberta as a caring member of the community. Her voice and concerns will truly be missed by the community.
Andrew and Sally Lubow
525 West 236th Street, Apt 3F
Bronx, NY 10463
Roberta was a vital member of our community at 525 for many years. She served on the Board of Directors and after resigning, still maintained an active, interest in the well being of the building and her fellow shareholders and neighbors. Roberta never minced words, she was straight forward, honest, funny and kind. She knew of my husband’s health issues and gave him advice, suggestions or chided him when she felt he needed it. Years ago she watched over our two cats, Salomon and Bear when we went away. We returned to find two very spoiled felines. She was one of a kind, irreplaceable and will be missed.
Like my brother Tony, I too remember the excited anticipation of Roberta and George’s visit and the fun we had. Roberta loved Christmas and I think of her every year as I unpack my Christmas decorations and tableware as so many of them were gifts from her.
During her early visits back to the UK she stayed with my mother, Phyllis, in Birmingham. In later years she stayed with me and my family near London. It was easy for her to visit favourite places in London and to make use of her favourite form of transport, the red London bus. She knew their routes and timetables better than me and many Londoners!
Although we lived an ocean apart we had strong family ties. For most of my life we saw her every other year, and when we got together we enjoyed recalling stories of family and friends.
I will really miss her.
I first met Roberta, my wife Sue’s cousin, in the late 1970s, and really got to know her during subsequent visits. She valued her British heritage, and during her stays we visited numerous historic houses, gardens and galleries.
The photograph on this site was taken in September 2009 at Hatfield House, just down the road from our home. She was always looking for a fun angle for photographs, this being but one of several shots taken on that day.
Roberta was a near and very dear friend of mine, my wife and our family for over 40 years. We were as close to her as we were to family members, more-so, in many cases! She was a nurse at Columbia Presbyterian Medical Center while I. was a medical student. We spent many wonderful days together with her at holidays, birthdays, graduations, visits to our home in Stratton, Vermont which she loved, and our home in Saratoga Springs where she loved the race track in the summer, the pool, and the many things this lovely town has to offer. Roberta especially loved the winter and walking in fresh fallen snow. A dip in the hot tub after a walk in the crisp winter air, day or night, was always enjoyed with her. She never traveled to Saratoga without a bathing suit!
Traveling and weather were never obstacles to Roberta. She was fearless and never let a rainstorm or blizzard get between her and us. She always arrived at our home with treats for us adults, our kids and our pets. We all, pets included, loved her and will miss her amazing wit, great conversations and stories about her beloved homeland, England. She will always be in our thoughts.
I have known Roberta for over 50 years. I met her first at Columbia Presbyterian where I worked and our paths kept crossing. When I lived in Cape May NJ she visited often . After I moved to Conn. she came often. Over the years we did many trips and had great fun I will miss her visits. My cousin and I will miss all our great summer days on the back deck while baked potato’s , hot dog s and othe good thins grilled . Rest I piece my friend
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Tony says
January 13, 2025 at 12:54 pmRoberta was my mother’s cousin, the daughter of George Reynolds, my maternal grandmother’s youngest brother. I first met her in the early 60s when I was entering my teens and she was training to be a nurse, initially in Hereford, where she was born, and later in London. She and her father used to come for Christmas and occasionally at other times during the year. There was always an element of excitement, particularly at Christmas when they arrived with a car packed full of goodies and distinct and unusual presents, beautifully wrapped in shiny paper, ribbons and bows. They were good fun, always wanting to do things, whether playing games, going to the movies or just getting out and about.
After Roberta moved back to New York she often came for Christmas until we had all grown up and left home and my mother suggested she visit during the summer when the weather was better and there were more things to do. She established a pattern of visiting every two years, always turning up with two huge suitcases, not only filled with clothes for her stay but so that she could also take things back home. On one occasion she bought a whole tea service from the Royal Worcester Porcelain factory which she carried back to New York! We always wondered if she had to pay excess baggage charges and she certainly had one or two run-ins with customs officials. On one occasion my mother had made her a couple of pork sandwiches to eat on the coach to Heathrow but she only ate one. When her luggage was examined at JFK, the customs officer found it and was told what it was she went off to get a superior. On his return, the sandwich was nowhere to be seen. When they asked where it was, she replied with great satisfaction that she had eaten it! The officials were furious but could do nothing about it. We certainly admired her ingenuity.
She continued her visits on a regular basis and in recent years always spent a few days with Andy and I in Cornwall. A cream tea was always high on the agenda. We also kept in touch by email and phone. When the phone rang at 10 o’clock on a Sunday evening we always knew who it was!
She was the last member of the family on my mother’s side with whom we had any contact and we shall miss her greatly.
Andrew Lubow says
January 13, 2025 at 6:34 pmMy wife and I send our condolences to the family and always cherished Roberta as a caring member of the community. Her voice and concerns will truly be missed by the community.
Andrew and Sally Lubow
525 West 236th Street, Apt 3F
Bronx, NY 10463
Adele Vera-Angel says
January 14, 2025 at 1:02 pmRoberta was a vital member of our community at 525 for many years. She served on the Board of Directors and after resigning, still maintained an active, interest in the well being of the building and her fellow shareholders and neighbors. Roberta never minced words, she was straight forward, honest, funny and kind. She knew of my husband’s health issues and gave him advice, suggestions or chided him when she felt he needed it. Years ago she watched over our two cats, Salomon and Bear when we went away. We returned to find two very spoiled felines. She was one of a kind, irreplaceable and will be missed.
Sue Owen says
January 15, 2025 at 12:07 pmLike my brother Tony, I too remember the excited anticipation of Roberta and George’s visit and the fun we had. Roberta loved Christmas and I think of her every year as I unpack my Christmas decorations and tableware as so many of them were gifts from her.
During her early visits back to the UK she stayed with my mother, Phyllis, in Birmingham. In later years she stayed with me and my family near London. It was easy for her to visit favourite places in London and to make use of her favourite form of transport, the red London bus. She knew their routes and timetables better than me and many Londoners!
Although we lived an ocean apart we had strong family ties. For most of my life we saw her every other year, and when we got together we enjoyed recalling stories of family and friends.
I will really miss her.
Marizela Chaparro says
January 15, 2025 at 7:55 amMy condolences to the family, I worked for her over 10 years and she was a great person, she will be missed.
Mary
Lupe says
January 15, 2025 at 9:38 amRoberta Reynolds was a long time patient in our practice, she will be missed.
Robert Owen says
January 15, 2025 at 12:19 pmI first met Roberta, my wife Sue’s cousin, in the late 1970s, and really got to know her during subsequent visits. She valued her British heritage, and during her stays we visited numerous historic houses, gardens and galleries.
The photograph on this site was taken in September 2009 at Hatfield House, just down the road from our home. She was always looking for a fun angle for photographs, this being but one of several shots taken on that day.
I will miss her greatly.
Tom Francomano says
January 16, 2025 at 2:41 pmRoberta was a near and very dear friend of mine, my wife and our family for over 40 years. We were as close to her as we were to family members, more-so, in many cases! She was a nurse at Columbia Presbyterian Medical Center while I. was a medical student. We spent many wonderful days together with her at holidays, birthdays, graduations, visits to our home in Stratton, Vermont which she loved, and our home in Saratoga Springs where she loved the race track in the summer, the pool, and the many things this lovely town has to offer. Roberta especially loved the winter and walking in fresh fallen snow. A dip in the hot tub after a walk in the crisp winter air, day or night, was always enjoyed with her. She never traveled to Saratoga without a bathing suit!
Traveling and weather were never obstacles to Roberta. She was fearless and never let a rainstorm or blizzard get between her and us. She always arrived at our home with treats for us adults, our kids and our pets. We all, pets included, loved her and will miss her amazing wit, great conversations and stories about her beloved homeland, England. She will always be in our thoughts.
Rest in God’s peace dear Roberta!
Peggy Eddington says
January 18, 2025 at 7:11 pmI have known Roberta for over 50 years. I met her first at Columbia Presbyterian where I worked and our paths kept crossing. When I lived in Cape May NJ she visited often . After I moved to Conn. she came often. Over the years we did many trips and had great fun I will miss her visits. My cousin and I will miss all our great summer days on the back deck while baked potato’s , hot dog s and othe good thins grilled . Rest I piece my friend
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