Robert Daniel "Bobby" Mitchell

   Cause of his death was Heart attack.

  General Notes:

Lived in poplar

Fort Peck Journal 2001-05-31

Robert Daniel Mitchell, Sr.
Robert Daniel Mitchell, Sr., 62, of Poplar, died May 25, 2001, at his home.
He was born April 28, 1939 in Poplar to his parents Theodore Roosevelt and Rose Bernice (Moran) Mitchell. : He grew up and attended schools in Poplar. He served in the U.S. Army from 1957-1962. He then returned to Poplar. He married Jessica Jessepe on June 18, 1997.
He worked as a carpenter for many years and worked for the Bureau of Indian Affairs for 24 years and retired in 1994 as Plant Manager. He loved doing carpentry, fixing things and was always willing to help when asked by a friend. He also enjoyed cooking, spent many hours working and helping at the Catholic Church in Poplar and he liked watching' the history channel.
He was a member of the Knights of Columbus, Former Chief of the Police Volunteer Fire Dept., Past Commander of the American Legion Post in Poplar, and was
involved with Boys Scouts of America for many years and participated in the Bike-A-Thon for St. Jude's Hospital.
He is survived by his wife Jessica Mitchell of Browning; one son, Robert R. Mitchell Jr., of Poplar; three daughters Julia B. Mitchell Lee, and Dan'Elle T. Mitchell, all of Poplar; one brother, William R. Mitchell of Wolf Point; two sisters Mary A. Martin and Lucy M. Rede-kopp, both of Wolf Point; and five grandchildren.
He was preceded death by his parents; one sister and three brothers.
Funeral services were 2 p.m. Tuesday, May 29, 2001, at the Our Lady of Lourdes Catholic Church of Poplar, with a vigil service Monday, May 27, 2001. Viewing was held Monday at the church. Burial was held in the Poplar City Cemetery with military rites. Rev. Fr. Father Fox and Michael Schneider officiated services. Clayton Memorial Chapel in charge of arrangements.

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Reflection on the death of Bob Mitchell
When I went to the hospital and discovered that Bob Mitchell was dead last Friday, I asked the nurse for a cup of coffee and went out to the lobby to sit in the sun, to read over the prayers for the dying once again and to weep for my good friend.
For twelve years, Bob and I have wrestled over gears in broken lawn mowers, contested with reluctant weed eaters, trimmed hedges, painted, and put down carpet. One was never quite sure what Bob would say or do next.
It took me a long time to figure out his humor and to realize that his one liners and his ability to spin a yard were at the heart of his goodness. At some point in these past twelve years, I realized we were pretty good friends. I would miss him when he didn't come around.
Over the weekend people stopped me on the street to tell me how sorry they were I lost such a good friend. Invariably they would then tell some story about Bob and quote one of his jokes or describe some of his many good deeds. People were anxious to talk about Bob; there was a need to fill the void his sudden death had left.
When I would promise to do something the next day or next week, he would say how can I be sure? You white people have been lying to my people for 300 years. That was one of my favorites. When we had a Penance Service and Confessions scheduled, he would call up ask if it was alright to go confession even if you had to make up sins. Yet this was the very way Bob would let vou know he was a sinner himself. He never understood all the weakness that entered his life or why there were so many problems and why it was so hard to be good. With
Bob, there were not pretensions. He never pretended to be someone he was not.
And so we will miss him -not only Jessica, who brought him so such joy and love, not only his children and family. The Fire Dept., the Boy Scouts, the Knights of Columbus, the parish. Sr. Mary and all his many friends will have to cherish his memories now and pray that God will raise someone up to take his place. We thank God for sending him into our midst and we thank God and Bob for all the good he did, for all his good jokes, for his kindness, and for his ability to stay on top of a world he never fully figured out.

Robert married Living