Robert Krohn

As told by Joseph Krohn

As I sit here thinking of what to write, I am flooded with memories of a life well lived. My father, lover of chocolate-covered-cherries, Diet Pepsi, Manhattan's (the drink), animals and NASCAR, has passed-away on December 19th, 2021 at 10:35 PM. Robert Krohn aka Bob or Bobby, was born 09/21/1942 to Russell Krohn and Stella (Koczorowski) Krohn. Russell and Stella were blessed with seven children of which five have proceeded my father in death; Sisters Beverly Snyder, Melva Barboza, Marcella Doak, and Rose Dunn and his brother Russell Krohn. Surviving is his younger brother Marvin Krohn. My dad loved to travel, often taking trips with my mother Darlene Krohn in their conversion van or corvette. My father was an artist both in sculpture and jewelry, attending local art shows and winning several awards. He was acting as treasurer of The Toledo Area Sculptors Guild before his passing. He was a member of the Ohio Air National Guard and was discharged 01/24/1963. He attended night school, earning his certificate in industrial automotive technology in 1970. After 30 years of service, working with the robot-assisted production line, he retired from GM Powertrain but still kept busy with his art, gardening, and various other hobbies. Amongst other occupations post-retirement, he worked for the Toledo art museum as a security guard. He enjoyed polka music, fixing cars, collecting coins (Kennedy half-dollars in an old coffee can), playing solitaire on his phone, playing on his computer, going to the casino and playing cards, especially euchre with friends and fellow Shriners. He was a member of UAW Local 14, Collingwood Damascus Lodge #643 as a 32nd degree Scottish Rite Mason, the Zenobia Shrine and its Arab Patrol for which he held several positions to include Captain-General. He was a family man, raising six children (Kelly, Kim, Darilyn, James, Joseph, and Geranda) and enjoyed time spent with his grandchildren and great-grandchildren and other family members. His work ethic was second-to-none, often working two jobs, six days a week (which he passed down to a few of his children). Thanks to my father and his work ethic, my family was lucky enough to see things and travel, spending many hours in the luxury of a StarCraft conversion-van heading for fun and excitement. We never went without anything and we're always taken care of. He was the rock of this family, often lending a hand or an ear to any in need. He will always be in our hearts and missed by those that knew him.