We first met Bobby 40 years ago at a benefit Barn Dance in Staten Island. A fun activity was a makeshift jail, and my husband Bill was the Sheriff. Eager to find a target , Bill spotted Bobby's black cowboy hat, black shirt and pants AND a black tie with a silver horse clip. Bill could not resist giving Bobby the name of "Black Bart", and proceeded to put him in jail (4 times). The only way to get "sprung" was to get bailed out by getting married, and there were 4 different lovely ladies happy to volunteer! Bobby was such a good sport, and he and his ladies were definitely a standout!

We lost touch over the years, but so very happy to continue our friendship when he and Carol, who is a love, moved into our Riviera community. We will miss Bobby's friendship and fun disposition, and he will always be in our hearts.

Love and friendship,

Dolores & Bill Suky

Bobby's positive, sometimes humorous view of life was heart warming and contagious. He was a good friend to all and will be sorely missed.

We are deeply saddened that Bobby has left this world. He was truly a great guy and is already missed. Our hearts go out to Carol.

Bobby was like "State Farm", a good neighbor always there! I regret not able to have spent more time with him because each time I did, I was glad I moved into the neighborhood. Rest In Peace, Bobby! - Peter Grandich

Bobby Jenkins was like an older brother to me when I was growing up on Staten Island. Bobby was a best friend of my older brother, Ralph Trent. They joined the Air Force together along with two other buddies.

Bobby and my brother were deep into cars and street rods. Bobby had the coolest car of all. I think it was a 1955 Chevy, and it was very fast. Bobby use to take the neighborhood kids for rides which was exciting.

I bought my very first new car from Bobby.

I remember delivering his parents newspaper and rowing their boat on the pond behind the house on Ocean Terrace. Bobby’s parents were sweet and kind. His father was a very intelligent man. I think he had an executive position with a large oil company.

Over the years I moved away from Staten Island, My brother Ralph went on to become a NYC police officer. Unfortunately my brother developed a lifelong debilitating illness that caused him to lose touch with Bobby and other friends. Ralph passed away this passed October.

Over the years Ralph and I would recall the good times on Staten Island and of great friends like Bobby Jenkins. I’ll include Bobby and his family in my prayers.