Stories about Robyn

It is such a difficult time to get everyone together where we can all get a chance to visit and tell the stories which we have to share with one another. If you have a story that you would like to share, please send it to us via our "Share" page. The family would be very happy to be able save every memory that we can.

​From:
Katie Thomas

 

At the 13u Avengers baseball game, Robyn and Susan came to watch their great grandson Gunnar play baseball. Another grandmother watching her grandson play leaned over to her daughter and said, “I just love when old men dress like cowboys.” The daughter said to her mother, “mom he doesn’t just dress like a cowboy, he is a cowboy.” The lady then said. “…Even better!”

​From:
Pat Ramos

Every time I saw him he would always ask me if I had made any pecan pies. I always made one if we were going to a potluck with them. I guess he had a good sweet tooth. You will be greatly missed.

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Randy

A few years back I was out in the warehouse at the office talking with my Dad. A delivery man walked by and he was kind of a "biker dude". My Dad immediately struck up a conversation with him about street bikes and they talked for a bit and then my Dad and I went back to talking. About 15 minutes later, a friend of mine that was head of merger and acquisitions for a major bank came by. He joined the conversation and the 3 of us spoke together for a bit. Most of the conversation being between the 2 of them about land values and commercial properties. About 20 minutes later, one of our company service techs came in and struck up a conversation with my Dad. This gentleman is Hispanic and has a pretty good accent. Within seconds, my Dad was speaking Spanglish, accent and all. In less than an hour my Dad had 3 diverse conversations with 3 very different people. To all 3 he showed genuine interest and had their full attention, he also gave all 3 his full attention. That was my Dad. He could (and would) talk to anyone at any level and make them feel fully engaged and comfortable.

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It's me, you know who I am damn it. (Seinfeld)

Last year I took my Dad along with Mike to a hunting ranch in Texas. We landed in Midland at 11 pm and drove an hour and a half to the ranch. Rather than going to bed, we shared stories and cold ones for a couple hours. The next morning, Mike and I got into our camouflage but my Dad hunted in street clothes. Same thing the next day, we were in camouflage, my Dad hunted in street clothes. The next morning we got up early and headed back to the airport in Midland. Mike and I in street clothes.....my Dad in camouflage. I did not say anything about it until we were on the plane getting ready to take off. I turned to him and said "you hunted in street clothes, why are you wearing camouflage now?" He cracked a grin and responded........."I'm flying incognito"

​From:
Jeff Simecek

I had the pleasure to meet Robyn last year when he and his son came to hunt at our ranch. He was full of interesting stories and had a vast amount of knowledge on so many subjects. For 3 days I had a chance to really get to know him. He spoke from the heart and was passionate about his family. He expressed to me how proud he was of his son, Randy. He will be missed by many. Rest in Peace.

​From:
Jason Janeway

 

I dont remember very many stories. But I have very fond memories with Robyn. I grew up knowing him and his family, living down the street. Robyn taught me a great deal about fabrication. I really looked up to him. It is ironic that I came to work at Palo Verde Nuclear Generating Station. I have very likely worked many of the systems that his hands installed. I am proud to have known him.

​From:
Cherryl L Jones

The summer I spent with your family is a precious memory.

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John Greiss

I remember one time I was over at the place in Peoria, Robyn who liked to invent things had made what he called the smelly dump. A cart if I remember correctly with a hydrolic Jack, that once the cart was full of horse manure could be dumped by using the Jack. That interaction for some reason comes back to me from time to time. I was rebuilding some wheelbarrows this past weekend and it flashed thru my mind. I could hear Robyn saying it in his cowboy drawl. He was very excited about it. Rest in Peace....Robyn, God took you doing what you love...obviously he loves you very much...

​From:
Pamela G McCord

Robyn was my cousin. The two of us had a special bond from when I was five years old. I didn't see much of him through the years since I grew up in California, but once or twice through the years we'd get together. Within the last decade, I had the opportunity to spend much more time with Robyn and Susan after my sister Michelle and her husband Barry moved to the Phoenix area, and I made a point whenever I was in the area to try to get together with the Frebergs, often at Abuela's. My sister Sheila and I and my mom, Jean (Freberg), attended Robyn and Susan's fiftieth anniversary in Mormon Lake, giving us an opportunity to see a lot of family that we'd missed over the years. And there were several trips to Laughlin with Robyn and Susan, Phil and Sandra and Sandra and Lance. We always meant to take more of those trips, but I guess life gets in the way sometimes. I looked forward to being in Arizona again and seeing Robyn and Susan. The heartbreaking news I received of his passing dashed the hopes of hearing his wonderful stories and basking in his presence. I'll always treasure our times together and special bond. Love you, Robyn.

​From:
Dorothy Muncey

First, let me start off by saying that he was an amazing man and I feel very fortunate and blessed to have known him. When I think of him, one of my fondest memories was watching him and Susan killing it on the dance floor at Jay & Nichole’s wedding reception! I have never seen anything like it in my life! They were mesmerizing to watch. I think I talked about it after I got back home for about a month! They were that good! He was a man of many talents, but most of all , he was a great husband, father and grandfather. He will be missed!! ️

​From:
Claude Muncey

My favorite memory of him is the day that he and I spent the biggest part of the day working on a four wheeler. After taking most of it apart and trying pretty much everything we could think of, it ended up just being bad jumper cables. We had a good laugh about it the next day! I really enjoyed the times that I got to spend with him. He was a good man and he will be missed!

​From:
Dina

Growing up I knew a lot of kids with a grandpa or a papa, but I was the only one lucky enough to have a Cowpa. At holidays, I always felt the luckiest when I was seated next to him at the table. It meant his jokes that he would say under his breath were just for me. And I knew he was aware I could hear them, because they were always followed by a wink! And Grandma yelling “ROBYN!”. One afternoon, I had ridden Tuby by myself and brought him back to the house quicker than Cowpa had expected. When he asked why, I told him Tuby wasn’t listening to me and I was scared. Cowpa quickly took Tuby out “for a few minutes”. Half an hour later, Tuby came back foaming from every strap, tired as hell. He smiled at me and said, “he won’t be a problem anymore.” He was not only a great storyteller, but a great listener too. He never hesitated to tell any of us “I’m proud of you kid”. I love him and will miss him dearly.

​From:
Bob Frost

Robyn was one of the good guys. I always enjoyed talking with him. I am so sorry for your loss and sorry that we won't see him on the ride. He will never be forgotten.

​From:
Bill Caswell

A truly nice guy and a good friend. We're going to miss you.

​From:
Laurie Ast

We moved just a few houses down from Robyn and Sue almost 8 years ago. From the moment we met them we felt like family. I'd see Robyn out riding and always tell him, "I want to be like you when I grow up!" He would love to stop and visit and we loved listening to him and talking with him. The first big rain we had flooded our horses stalls and he came over to check it out. He graciously had gutters put up in no time and what a difference they made! Every time it rains I thank the Lord for Robyn and I will continue to. He is one of those very rare people that would do anything to help anyone. What a GIFT he was to our neighborhood, our city and to us personally as a friend. We will miss him dearly!

​From:
Skip Ast

Robyn had an immediate affect on me from our first meeting almost eight years ago and I'm certain most would say the same thing. It's very rare to meet somebody who you can instantly tell are not concerned about what you think about them but at the same time you know they're sincerely concerned about you. Robyn and Sue didn't hesitate to make us feel like we'd been neighbors for years. Even as we were trying to get a handle on being new owners of a 1 1/2 acres of mostly rocks and weeds Robyn directed us to get help from another neighbor (Lenny) and his skill on a tractor. If he couldn't do it or find it, like a great neighbor, he would send you to somebody that could.

 

I had the privilege of serving on the Planning & Zoning Commission with Robyn for almost a year as well as seeing him at many of the city council meetings. I learned how much Robyn loved our City. He would challenge anything that didn’t make sense to him and would offer some common sense perspectives that demonstrated his desire was the very best for the City. He was very vocal with his convictions in protecting and providing for the welfare of El Mirage. After the meetings, we would often talk in the parking lot longer than the meetings themselves lasted.

 

I will so miss his stories, his selfless passion to help others, he and Sue walking around the neighborhood, his desire for the best for our City, and his refusal to give up the things that brought him joy no matter his age. What a heritage he has left to his family!

​From:
Dennis H Toussaint

Very sad to hear of Robyns passing. As you said he was doing what he loved ,when it is our time we should all be so lucky. I got to know Robyn over the years on the Verde Vaqueros annual ride . He was a nice man ,a real gentleman and a real cowboy. He will be missed by all who were fortunate to cross his path. RIP Cowboy, my condolences goes out to all his family.

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John Kinnally

Hi. It was great sadness that I share a memory. We used to sit down at the ropings and talk a lot. I lost my eye site in one eye and we would share how you look at a cow when your running down the arena. That amazed me about him. We shared a lot of stories and I will miss him. RIP on your horse in cowboy land above. John

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Roy and Sue Delgado

We are Roy and Sue Delgado, neighbors just North of Robyn and Susan. We moved to the Dysart Ranchettes in 1997. Roy says we bought our house in El Mirage because of Robyn. The day we looked at our house with our realtor, Robyn and Susan were working in a field between the two properties. Roy, as he often does, walked up to them and started a conversation. It didn't take long for Robyn and Roy to discover they were both from New Mexico AND played football against each other. I think we bought the property the next day. There have been many late nights while irrigating that Robyn and Roy have solved many problems of the world (or maybe just El Mirage) while talking over the fence, just like two ol' cowboys have always done. You are sorely missed Robyn.

​From:
Julie Walker

Special memory –In the fall of 1991, we held a large family reunion at Glenwood, NM, and on Sunday morning, Robyn and all of your family led us in worship, with especially beautiful music from all of you singing together. What a treat to share your faith with all of us. I will always cherish the music and memory of that time shared. My prayers are with all of you.

​From:
Bill Hawkins

Heart Broken. On the Verde Robyn was a favorite to all. God Bless Robyn and his entire family.

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Greg & Lynda Molck

We’ve only gotten to know Robyn over the last year and we’re both so glad we got to spend time together. Loved his great smile and sense of humor. Every time we went to lunch, multiple people would see him and stop by to chat. Everyone was always happy to see him! We will miss him and his great stories. To Sue and the family, we send our sincere condolences. At this time, when we can’t be together, we’re sending our prayers, love & hugs. God bless you with wonderful memories and comfort.

​From:
AEnid Ptaszynski

When we were kids Daddy always said, "be careless", which meant, "be careful and be safe".

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Brenda Rush

Charles and I were putting up a sign to sell a piece of our industrial property. Robyn came by and was very interested in buying this piece of property that's how we met. He bought the property and still has his business there today. When my husband passed away I spoke with Robyn then about the city of El Mirage! They were hassling me on my property next door. He said he was going to help me. I needed to find a block builder to build a fence around the front of my property. He called me several times we talked about a lot of things he asked me do you have a 58 Chevy pick up that needs to be restored and I said yes. I asked him how everything was going? He said he was always getting into trouble! I said Oh Okay!! It wasn't long after that he called me back said he didn't like the placement of the fire hydrant and that he went to the city to get them to move it and he found out they didn't put it there, Charles and I did. We had a good laughed when I told him I'm not moving the fire hydrant. I didn't understand why the fire hydrant was in the way anyway. We talked about several other things and that was the end of the conversation. Just seems like it was yesterday speaking with him. He was a very awesome person, businessman and a great friend.

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Charlie Kendall

Don t know what to say. Everyone and I mean everyone that I've spoken with said that he was special. Always a gentleman. There aren’t a lot like him left. Not sure what it s going to be like but hoping he’s telling stories with Dennis.

​From:
Mary Nebergall

Robyn was always very polite and a friendly Cowboy 🦋

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Debi Alps

Robyn was such a kind, sweet man...I remember roping with him the first time when we drew up together at Dunn’s Arena in Arizona...From that point on we were friends...Robyn always had a smile on his face and hug for me every winter when we would see each other for the first time each winter....He will be missed by many, many ropers...

​From:
Bob Hunt

I roped with Robyn many times but the most memorable was in the Buckeye Food Bank roping. Because he was such a great healer I was high header and won a trophy saddle which sits in my office and reminds me of him each day. Another fond memory was watching him and Susan dance to Rockin Robin at the 50th Anniversary party at the Mormon Lake Lodge. He could sure "cut a rug"!

​From:
Cherryl L Jones

My most precious memories was when your Dad told me of them sneaking into the pool in Hurley. All the things he and my dad and Brian did.

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Rachel Hunt Janeway

I started crying as soon as I heard and I couldn't stop. Which is really weird because I wasn't really close with him. I knew Robyn and his family from the time I was about 10 to 17 or so. Our families worshipped together and I have great memories of really weird teen classes at church (he was teaching) and many hayrides through the rose fields by his home. Then, by the grace of God, I got to reconnect with him and Susan the last couple of years, worshipping together once again. So why can't I stop crying? Then I realized that Robyn was one on a very short list of men who've passed through my life who, from the time I first met him, always made me feel special, important, like he saw in me what God sees and it's something good. That squinty-eyed smile and hard squeeze always made my day. I will miss him but I'm so thankful to know he was doing something he loved and that I will see him again some day. To Susan and the family, my heart is broken with you. I really loved him and I miss you all and pray for you every day.

​From:
Tom Camp

Betty and I met Robyn and Susan at the El Mirage Church of Christ in the early 70's as I recall, at that time I was wearing bell bottom pants and platform shoes. well it didn't take long after becoming friends my dress changed drastically.

Robyn was a man full of faith, grace and integrity. There was a time in our friendship he should have condemned me but he embraced me as a brother . I can never recall a harsh word in all the time we spent together and I always considered him my BEST FRIEND of all time. I was fortunate to spend a couple afternoons with him last September, a great time catching up with his stories. I have been truly blessed by knowing Robyn and Susan, Betty and I cared a great deal for them. There are so many stories to tell but one of the funniest stories that come to mind is when Robyn, Susan, Betty and I went to see a Star is Born with Barbra Streisand and Chris Christopherson in 1976. Somewhere toward the end of the movie Chris was killed in a car crash which should have been a sad moment but something struck Robyn as funny and he let out one of his deep laughs, I'm guessing he received an elbow from Susan but it was a great moment. Robyn my friend I will miss you but I know you are at peace waiting on our Saviour's return

​From:
Lee and Jennifer King

Robyn was our beloved brother. No one can fill his boots. We moved with Robyn and Susan and the kids to "Sweatmore Acres" as we nicknamed our property. We did everything together for years. All of our chores were always as difficult as you can imagine. Robyn's droll sense of humor saw us through all of the crazy goings-on. We went on many trips. Disneyland, Mexico, Silver City, Lake Mary. We camped and Robyn threw a giant roach on Susan. She was not amused. Robyn didn't get to sleep in the camper. When we went to Silver City Robyn put on a camper shell. When it didn't fit he backed up to the house to force it and it worked. We call his efforts "Freberging". We remember when he decided to feed his dry Christmas tree into the fireplace and it flared up in flames. We went in and out of our homes without knocking and one night I walked down his dark hall and collided with him. I nearly beat him to death and he always turned the light on before walking down the hall. Lee always worked nights and Robyn saved me when men were ringing my doorbell at 2:00 AM looking for "Weeekenburg". The animals all got out at night and he corralled them. He was always taking care and loving everyone. So many memories. So much fun. He was a light in our lives and we will miss him so much. Love and prayers to Susan and the kids and grandchildren.

​From:
Jim Cherry

I met Robyn almost 20 years ago. I had recently relocated here from the philly area. To say the least I was not a cowboy ( but I always watched John Wayne and Bonanza) guess just gave my age away.Ha When we met he was what I always expected a cowboy to be. Hard working, straight shooter, considerate and just really enjoyable to talk with. While I knew very little about roping, the one thing I do know about is old cars and when he showed me his old chevy i knew we were gonna end up talking for hours about old cars and days gone by. I'm gonna miss those chats, but thank God I had the chance to have them.

​From:
Tom Pifer

Robyn and I go way back to the early sixties at Arizona State College now NAU.

We were in the rodeo club together and over the years have shared many old memories. It’s only been in the last twenty years that we really became friends when he joined the BPRA (Business Professional Roping Asso.). As members we roped together a few times and once in a while we won a little. He was a good partner. A couple of years ago Robyn and I had one great day on a all day ride along the rim of Oak Creek Canyon, which is part of the ranch I owned.

Since then Robyn has come over to Newman Park and we practice some. We we looking forward to roping this summer at a few of the WSTR events.

I feel Robyn was a friend and he will be dearly missed.

There is a Spanish saying that applies here! Vaya con Dios, Go with God!

​From:
Ronnie Blackwell

When I moved to Cobre High School in 1958, I met Robyn, we played football and ran track together. Robyn or a guy from Silver always won first in the hurdles and let me win third! We had a lot of fun together. After Robyn and Susan moved to Arizona, I visited them and he introduced me to a young man who taught me how to break horses using the Ray Hunt method. Robyn was a good friend.

​From:
Michelle Hutton

Robyn was my cousin. He and Susan were so kind and welcoming to us when we moved to Arizona. Prior to that I mostly had memories of Robyn as a teenager when I was a young child when we would go to New Mexico to celebrate Christmas with our large Freberg family. It was so much fun to reconnect with them! Robyn loved to share his knowledge of Arizona with us. They drove us north to see wildflowers in the spring. We went to Canyon Lake for the first time with them. On the way we stopped in Tortilla Flat to see Superstition Restaurant and Saloon where they have saddles for seats at the bar, dollar bills everywhere and cutouts of saloon gals in the bathroom. They introduced us to Abuelo’s Mexican restaurant. It quickly became our favorite place for Mexican food. We met them there periodically for an early dinner. He showed us that Gavilan Peak looks like it has an Indian head in profile at the top. They drove us to Mormon Lake in winter to check on their home there. Robyn wanted to check the roof for snow. It was fun to see the area and their house. Boy was it cold inside! We even met them in Laughlin one time. I think there was a car show there at the time and we saw Trisha Yearwood perform. Robyn was such a kind, funny and unique man. He loved his family and family history. He showed such love and tenderness for Susan. He obviously loved and was proud of his family. He was an inspiration because of his passion for the things he loved and the fact that he continued to do the things he loved. Barry and I are very grateful to Robyn and Susan for the things they shared with us and just getting together. We always laughed and had a great time! We’re so happy we reconnected and got to know each other so much better. Rest In Peace, Robyn. Our thoughts go out to Susan and your family. You will be greatly missed and lovingly remembered.

​From:
Donna Milam

Find a way, make a way

 

When I was about 7 we moved from New Mexico to Arizona and lived in the area of 51st and Thomas in a rental. The landlord had enclosed the garage and made a family room so the driveway butted up to the family room west wall. 

For our first big camping trip my dad had purchased a shell camper kit and put the camper together, along with a number of the teenage boys that always hung around with him. On the Friday we were to leave, Daddy came home from work later than he intended and got right to work finishing the shell to put it on the truck. What he discovered when he finished was the camper wasn't square. After some discussion, my dad could 'find a way' quickly; he put the shell but up agains't that west wall and proceed to ram the shell until it was square.

He, along with the boys, placed the shell on the truck, screwed it down, we loaded it with the camping gear and we were off.

We spent many a time, as kids, traveling in that shell.

​From:
Jason Muncey

There are lots of stories about him that are exactly as fantastic as they sound while also as humble as you could ever imagine. He was the kind of man that made everyone feel at ease and the first guy to offer a cold beer on a hot Arizona day, no matter that it’s only 10am.

There were so many days I would come out to the shop with hopes of working on my old hot rod only to never turn a wrench. Instead we would just sit and talk and watch any productivity slip away but feeling more accomplished than any finished project could ever offer.

One of my favorite days was driving all over the valley looking for a new project car and just to make a point about the rust on a 65 Fastback, he whipped out his pocket knife to illustrate how easily he could cut right through the fender even though neither of us owned the car. His ability to continue roping, and winning team roping events was an impressive feat. The man died the way he lived, doing what he loved and with his boots still on.

The world lost a great man, a true cowboy. If he taught me anything it that’s if a pocket knife won’t fix it....a forklift probably will.

​From:
Joan Jones

One of my favorite memories has to be, in our house at Mormon Lake and having our old black lab jump up all at once and go to the door. If i would wait a minute i would see, coming around the corner, Robyn, Susan and their dog riding their ATV. They would pull into the yard and the dogs would be so excited to see each other. They would play and we would all sit on the front porch and either plan what roping the guys were going to or how we could raise more money for the Mormon Lake fire department. We had a lot of great times there. We worked hard for the community and spent a lot of hours at that arena. I am so happy that the family is close and can comfort each other. Bless you all.

​From:
Ernesto Garcia

I’m glad I got to meet Robyn. He wasn’t just a neighbor, he was a friend. He made us feel like part of the family. He was a great individual who I could always trust as he trusted me. The people who got the chance to meet him were very lucky. May he forever rest in eternal peace.

​From:
Luigina Gradillas

We've been neighbors with Robyn and Susan since 1980 when we moved from the family ranch to the ranchettes. Over the years we would share our Christmas tamales with the Frebergs, and before we would leave I would remind them that the olives had pits and don't eat the husks, after about five years of us exchanging tamales and Susan's delicious banana bread, as we were about to leave I would start to say something and they would say " we know Gina, the olives have pits."

Robyn was always such a gentleman, if he saw me outside by the mailbox he'd come meet me in the middle of the street and he would tilt his cowboy hat and say " hello pretty young lady, how have you been?, he always made me feel good inside with his compliments." Sometimes in the quietness of the morning, Lenny and I would have our morning cup of coffee with our front door open and sometimes we could hear Susan's laughter or hear her call out "Robyn", then soon we would see them go for their daily walk together, didn't matter if it was hot or cold, hand in hand and I would think how sweet. this was their life doing things together.

This past Saturday, Susan and her family were getting their place ready for irrigation, it was a beautiful overcast day with a few dark clouds coming and going as it looked like we could get a little shower, everyone working together, I could hear Susan's voice telling her family what needed to be done, when I heard a little rumble come from the clouds above letting Susan know she was doing it right and how proud he was of her. Vaya Con Dios Amigo

​From:
Lisa Faul

Robyn Freberg was like a father figure to me. Not in the sense that we were extremely close or spent a lot of time together, but in a way that felt like I was receiving a hug from heaven sometimes. I lost my dad when I was in my 20’s and it was hard on me. My dad was someone who made me feel special and put me on a pedestal higher than I deserved. Ever since he passed on, I feel like he has sent people into my life to give me those same warm, encouraging conversations I use to receive from him. Robyn Freberg was one of those people. He was always so happy to see me when we would cross paths at R/S and would come over and help me unstrap my load and just visit with me. He would talk to me like my own dad use to and it made me feel like I was receiving a hug from heaven. I am so happy that Robyn passed doing what he absolutely loved to do. God bless him and his entire family who will surely miss his presence.

​From:
Robbie Milam

One of my favorite memories of Robyn is hunting with him on horseback. I was fortunate enough to get to go with Robyn a few times. I remember hunting for deer in Unit 21 off Bloody Basin Road. We were hunting the edge of the plateau just before the land fell off steeply into the Verde Valley. This was one of my first horseback trips and I was amazed to watch Robyn work his horse up and down what I thought was fairly rough, rocky and steep country. Since this was one of my first trips on horseback, Robyn would frequently pass along information which he thought would be important for me to know. One of the things that Robyn told me was if you are going uphill and the incline gets so steep that you feel like you can’t stay in the saddle, just get off the horse, let go of his head, grab onto his tail and let him pull you up the hill. The horse will know the way to go. This was counter-intuitive to my way of thinking, but I trusted Robyn. Fortunately, I never got into a situation where I needed to try that technique out, but I’ve always remembered his advice. I will always treasure that along with hundreds of other little things that he taught me.

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