Obituaries << Back to Obituaries


Robert “Bob” Fackrell

Birth Date: December 22, 1921
Death Date: August 13, 2015

Fackrell, Robert “Bob” Lamar

Born December 22, 1921 in Mountain View, Wyoming and passed peacefully August 13, 2015, at home with his family by his side. He is survived by his wife Hedy, son Robert and wife Karen, grandchildren Robert “Bo”, Nick and wife Stephanie, Noah and wife Ashley and 4 great grand-children. Bob proudly served in the U. S. Marines during World War II and enjoyed the annual reunions with his fellow Leathernecks. Bob also worked for many years at Aerojet. Bob was a longtime member of the Loyal Order of Moose, Fraternal Order of Eagles and the Veterans of Foreign Wars. During his retirement years, Bob and Hedy enjoyed their weekly dancing activities and numerous trips throughout the United States and abroad. Bob was blessed in enjoying a long, healthy and fun life. If you wish, you may remember Bob by donating to your favorite charity.

Family and friends are welcome to attend a visitation on Wednesday, August 19th from 4 pm to 8 pm and funeral services on Thursday, August 20th at 10 am at Chapel of the Chimes Funeral Home, 4701 Marysville Blvd, Sacramento CA. Following the services, there will be a celebration of life at 1 pm at the Eagle’s Hall located at 4401 Fruitridge Road, Sacramento CA.

Sacramento Memorial Lawn
6100 Stockton Blvd Sacramento, CA
Get Directions
Funeral Service
August 20, 2015
10:00 am
Sunset Lawn Chapel of the Chimes
4701 Marysville Blvd. Sacramento, CA 95838
Get Directions
August 19, 2015
4:00 pm
- 8:00 pm
Sunset Lawn Chapel of the Chimes Funeral Home
4701 Marysville Boulevard Sacramento, CA 95838
Get Directions
Add Entry
  1. Elna Rae Roblyer would like to share this poem she wrote for her brother's 90th Bday.

    When I was a lad of about thirteen,
    I rode the train to San Jose.
    We brought our cattle to roam and glean
    When I was a lad of about thirteen.
    With drought in Wyoming there was no hay.
    So we went to California .
    We looked after the cattle day by day
    There wasn't much time to romp and play.
    The years went by and Pearl Harbor came
    So I mustered up and became a Marine,
    And served my country proud and true.
    When I came home afte the war, I wanted to cowboy like before,
    So I saddled my horse, jitterbug was her name
    She never brought me riches or fame.
    I'd eat my eggs and coffee brew, feed the cattle and mind the stew.
    I'd take my old stub dog wherever I went, where rodeo was the big event,
    At roping I would try my skill, the wind a blowing a whipper will.
    At evening when the sun went down, sometimes I'd mosey into town.
    I've hunted in Wyoiming, fished in Canada,
    I've sailed the mighty ocean, and seen ole Mexico,
    The Islands in the pacific to the Alaskan shore
    But old CALIFORNIA , who could ask for more.!!

Add Entry to Guest Book

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *


Upload Photo or Video

  • Choose Media to upload from your computer
  • OR Add a link to online media (YouTube, Vimeo, etc.).