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Happy 70th Anniversary, Bob And Jean!

Alert “06880” reader and sweetFrog frozen yogurt shop owner Jennifer Gallan writes:

Around 6:35 every evening, I start looking in the parking lot for my friend in his hot red convertible Mustang. He’s never later than 7:15 — but if he ever is, I’ve told him I’ll go to his house to deliver.

You’ve probably seen this older man around town, proudly sporting his World War II hat and jacket, at lunch with a friend at the Sherwood Diner, Gold’s or Little Kitchen, or shopping in the grocery store as he makes his daily menu.

He doesn’t plan it too early, as he’s never sure what he might feel like eating. He cooks dinner every night for his “harem,” as I call it. They’re the nurses who help him take care of his wife. After he cooks dinner for everyone, he comes to me to get dessert.

Bob Satter is 92 years young. He’s a husband, father, grandfather — and he loves Westport.

In 2014, Bob Satter was grand marshal of Westport's Memorial Day parade.

In 2014, Bob Satter was grand marshal of Westport’s Memorial Day parade.

Every day, Bob slowly pulls into the parking lot. I make my way over to greet him. I walk by his side, volunteering to make his wife Jean’s cup of Cookies ‘n’ Cream, after he has wiggled out 2, 3 or 4 small cups.

He makes the rest. I happily bring them up to the scale.

As we walk, he tells me about his day and what he made for dinner, whether someone in his harem hit traffic, how thankful he is for the help and how his heart breaks.

But, he says, “I’ve had a very good life.” He says he “made a promise” to his wife — who barely recognizes him anymore.

He tells me quick stories, smiles and talks to my customers. He loves to tell a good joke. When he’s there, he has the floor the whole time.

I tell everyone he is a WWII vet — in case they don’t see his jacket and hat. Every veteran deserves respect. Some of the children in my store may never get the chance to meet a (famed portrait photographer) World War II veteran again.

Bob Satter, during World War II.

Bob Satter, during World War II.

As I bag Bob’s yogurt, I label them with lovers’ names: Desi and Lucy. Scarlett and Rhett. Prince Eric and Ariel — the list goes on.

I make sure to put hearts on Jean’s — lots of hearts. I show him who he and his wife are for the evening, and he laughs.

Sometimes he does not know who the lovers are. He says he wasn’t watching TV — he was providing for his family. I gently explain, and we laugh together.

Bob and Jean Satter, a few years ago.

Bob and Jean Satter, a few years ago.

I walk with him to his car. I open the door, and make sure my friend is in. I hand off the yogurt. We chat again, but he’s got to get back so his yogurt doesn’t melt.

As I stand in the parking lot to make sure the traffic is clear, he smiles and waves. “I hope to see you tomorrow,” he says.

My reply is always the same: “I hope to see you tomorrow too — I will!”

Sometimes he jokes, “I don’t even buy green bananas.” We both laugh, as he drives away.

I smile. As I walk back into the store, I’m at peace. I tell my customers his story of love.

Today, Bob will be married 70 years. That’s something to be proud of.

Happy 70th anniversary, Bob and Jean. Yours is love at its finest!

Bob and Jean Satter on their wedding day. He was 22 years old; she was 20.

Bob and Jean Satter on their wedding day. He was 22 years old; she was 20.

 

 

 

See Ed See

Most Westporters watch the Memorial Day parade for a specific reason:  to see their tuba player.  Their Indian Guide.  Their Democratic Woman of Westport.

And the military flyover is way cool.

american-flag-2aOn Monday, though, be sure to pay attention to the grand marshal.  Ed See deserves at least a hearty, heart-felt wave.

At 94 years old, he’s been a lawyer long enough to have participated in some of Westport’s most important cases.  As a World War II vet, he epitomizes everything Memorial Day is supposed to be about — and it’s not cookouts and clambakes.

Two days after Pearl Harbor — already working for a Westport law firm — See tried to enlist in the Marines.  He was turned down because of poor eyesight, but his perseverence landed him a spot in the Army’s Counter Intelligence Corps.

In the Pacific, working out of General Douglas MacArthur’s office, he helped interrogate captured Japanese soldiers.

After 2 1/2 years, See finally came home. He saw his newborn son for the 1st time. Ready to return overseas — and facing possible death, in the much-feared invasion of Japan — he had  a final dinner in New York with Hereward Wake, the man who later became his law partner.

Word came:  The Japanese had surrendered.

In the 64 years since then, See has served Westport with distinction.  He worked on housing affairs, veterans issues and much, much more.

On Monday we’ll get a chance to honor Ed See, as a military veteran and a veteran Westporter.  He’ll be the grand marshal riding in a fire truck.  Take time out from watching your soccer player, your drummer, your Shriner.

Give it up for  Ed See.  For longer than most of us have been alive, he’s given of himself for us.