David “Dave” Ian Robbins, 62, passed away unexpectedly on July 18, 2014. in Oakland. Dave entered this world on Dec. 17, 1952, in Hamburg, Germany. The entrance may have been relatively uneventful but the impressions he left on his journey forward were anything but. His father, Keith Dixon Robbins, was a British career officer and met Dave’s mother, Margaret Elizabeth, in Egypt during World War II. She also served in the military as a plane spotter and radio board operator.
Through Dave’s early life, his family was stationed at different locations around Europe and South East Asia, from Germany to Singapore. Dave gathered his stories and friends, making lasting impressions (both good and vexing) wherever he went. Rules were a mere suggestion to Dave and music was his passion second only to his wife, Sarah, whom he met while working in construction. With the traditional “catcall,” Sarah ignored him on a daily basis as she walked by the construction site on her way to work. Needless to say, she brought home her future husband who sported hair down to his waist and a certain counterculture style. Over the next few years, Dave and Sarah followed the wind. He worked as an orderly, a construction worker, and as a chauffeur and salesman at Virgin Records. It was the combination of these last two that added to his lexicon of wonderful stories about chauffeuring everyone, from the Sex Pistols to the Runways. During this time, a childhood friend had invited them to America. In 1980, the wind blew them across the water and they never returned.
It was always a challenge making ends meet, but Dave worked at a variety of jobs before settling into roofing. In 1982, their son, Kieron, was born and in 1985, their daughter, Kemplen, came along, and they became a clan. Dave was family first; nothing was more important and he spent the rest of his life devoted to supporting his kids. From field trips to track meets, Witchy Poo to chaperoning, Dave was always there.
Family wasn’t just in the immediate; it extended to his entire community and beyond. You could always find Dave at a charity event or wherever a hand was needed. He loved kids and mentored many who couldn’t seem to find their path. There were never barriers of age. Dave moved in crowds both young and old and always had a story for every occasion. Music and Dave were synonymous and Bob Dylan was the ruler supreme. His knowledge of Bob Dylan was legendary and was always a part of his radio show on Thursday nights at KSVY. Dave was many things to different people – a husband, a father, a poet, a musician, a storyteller, a friend. The entire community is mourning the loss of David Ian Robbins.
He is survived by his wife, Sarah Robbins, of Sonoma; his son and daughter-in-law, Kieron and Kamela Robbins, of Sonoma; his daughter, Kemplen Robbins, of Petaluma; his brothers, John, Tony, Simon and Christopher Robbins, all of England; and his cousin, Dave Sliney, of Klamath Falls. There are too many people in David’s circle to mention everyone by name, but he loved and respected you all.
James Marshall Berry is the coordinator for the Celebration of Dave’s life which is set for Satuday, Aug 9, at 4 p.m. at the Moose Lodge. Check Facebook for updates.