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Robert Henry Shubert - January 7, 1925 - April 23, 2008


From left to right: Alyce Shubert Proaps, Bunnie Shubert Walker,
R. H. Shubert, Helen Shubert Dutton, and Lucille Shubert Gardner Green
Children of Henry Estel Shubert and Martha Ann Conner Shubert
Photo taken during a Shubert Gathering September 25, 2005 in Lenoir City, Tennessee



OBITUARY OF ROBERT H. SHUBERT
April 23, 2008

Shubert, Robert H. - age 83, of Seymour, passed away Wednesday, April 23, 2008. He retired from KUB after 49 years of service. He was a veteran of the US Navy serving during World War II. He served in the South Pacific. Preceded in death by wife, Bonnie Shubert; daughter, Nancy Ballard; parents, Henry and Martha Shubert; brother, Ray Shubert; sister, Helen Dutton.

SURVIVORS
Survived by son, Ray and wife Ginny Shubert of Seymour; granddaughter, Erin Shubert of New York City, NY; grandson, Matt Ballard and wife, Michele of Seymour; great-granddaughters, Jordan and Reid Ballard; sisters, Lucille Greene, Bernice Walker, Alyce Proaps, all of Lenoir City; special friends, Fred Chadwick and family; several nieces and nephews.

SERVICE
Family and friends will meet at Highland South Cemetery at 2:00 p.m. Saturday, April 26, 2008 for a graveside service with Dr. Chad Rittenhouse officiating. Family will receive friends Saturday, April 26, 2008 from 11:00 a.m. until 1:00 p.m. at Berry Funeral Home Chapel. In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to The American Cancer Society or the charity of your choice. A guestbook and additional information is available at www.berryfuneralhome.com and you are invited to share your thoughts and memories of Robert at his memorial website at www.MeM.com. Arrangements by Berry Funeral Home, Chapman Highway.

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Anonymous said…
I was wondering if Alyce Proaps is related to my in-laws, Don and Coralee Proaps? I am trying to put together a family tree and his side is kind of a blur to me. Can you help me? You can email me @ southrnmom216@tds.net

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