Debbie Warden
I just learned about Bobbie. I’m so. Sorry for your loss. He was such a great and loving man. He will be missed by so many. My prayers are with everyone.
Brenda, I’m so sorry
Debbie
Birth date: Dec 6, 1944 Death date: May 1, 2020
Robert “Bob” Vincent Ciuffi, Sr., age 75, surrounded by his loving family, peacefully departed this life to be with the Lord on Friday, May 1, 2020. Bob, a lifelong resident of St. Bernard Parish pre-Katrina and later St. Tammany Read Obituary
I just learned about Bobbie. I’m so. Sorry for your loss. He was such a great and loving man. He will be missed by so many. My prayers are with everyone.
Brenda, I’m so sorry
Debbie
My condolences to Bobby’s family. My name is Diane Catanese Pizzo, Bobby’s second cousin, but we were the same age because my mother was his grandmother’s sister, so she was Josie’s aunt. Growing up and getting together with my Randazzo families was fun. I considered Bobby one of my favorites. Prayers and love to all, Diane!
Brenda, mom (Jewel) told me about Mr. Bob yesterday. I am so sorry for your loss. I am keeping you and your family in my prayers.
Julie Evans
Adam I am so sorry to hear that we have
lost Vincent I think of both of you often
as well as you mother. I am now in
Baton Rouge.
Rose marie and Tid..
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Bob was a sweet angel he never had a bad word to say about anyone and anyone he meet he treated like family my memories of the days when our kids where at Hannan were the best he would drive Brenda and I to all the football games and made sure we behaved was there for every band event taking care of all the kids I will cherish all of those sweet memories Bob was a true Gem my heart aches for Brenda, Rob, Lisa, and Josie and entire family you are in my thoughts and prayers
Brenda, So sorry for your loss. Jewel
One of my favorite memories of dad was when I was about 6 years old he told me. Rob let’s go take a ride on the bulldozer. Of course I was ready. I remember that day very clearly. From the moment he slid that heavy door open on the old car shed. The smell of the diesel when he started it. He picked me up and set me on the tracks. He climbed on and set me on the side seat. He said hold on we need to go do some work. We rolled down the road into the trailer park. Everyone was outside looking at Mr Bob rolling along with his dozer. Then along the road comes my grandma In her white Cadillac. I thought why is maw maw in the park. That’s weird. We started to turn from the grass area to head toward the area where the trailers were parked. There was a crowd of people around.
As we pulled up. The sherif deputies met my dad and flagged him in. He spun around and backed to a hitch of this mobile home truck that was bogged down in the mud.
The story goes. The tenants didn’t pay the rent to the trailer park. So they got evicted. They contacted a mobile home moving company to move this trailer. Keep in mind this is the 80s.
The trailer has been in this particular spot since 1968. So the truck couldn’t move this trailer. Nobody could get the truck out either.
Her comes Mr Ciuffi with his dozer I heard.
Dad chained the dozer to the bumper of the truck. The mobile home guy said. MR Ciuffi I don’t think this will work that trailer is sunk in the mud. Dad said look. Once I start pulling I will not stop until this piece of sh&t is off my property. understand?? He looked at me and said hold on son. Her we do. Dad pulled the throttle and pulled the clutch. The dozer snatched that truck and the trailer and out they both came. He never missed a beat. In a matter of 10 minutes that truck and trailer were on the highway off of the Ciuffi property. My father was a loving man and a very fair man. He gave people many chances and gave them the benefit of the doubt. Sadly I’ve witnessed him get burned so many times and he would have to do this on occasion. Anyone who knew my dad knew how he loved his family. His friends. And many many of his tenants from the many years operating Myrtle Grove trailer park with his family.
I will miss those tractor rides and those bulldozer rides. Yes I can drive both of them myself now. But daddy did it special for us kids.
He gave many children their first ride on the big yellow tractor. I was blessed that he gave my daughter her first ride on that very tractor I took my first ride on many years ago.
We will miss dad and his special gift that he had to make things better no matter what. The song Daddy’s hands is true in my dads life.
Rest easy poppy. Fly high.
Sympathies to Bob's family. I was member of ushers sociert with Bob at St. Robert Bellarmine Church.
Larry Landry
We will miss you Mr. Bob! Who else am I going to have help me eat chicken livers with and laugh at my wife with when she realizes she's been eating them too?!