Robert "Bob" Myron Scott

December 21, 1950 - August 7, 2019

Bob Scott was born to Robert W. Scott and Hazel E. Scott (Benti) on December 21, 1950. He was their only child, as Hazel died in 1960. While Bob may not have had any biological siblings, the crew that grew up on the 1600 block of 1st Street North was his extended family. He always spoke fondly of the neighborhood and people he grew up with. Bob attended Washington Elementary, Ben Franklin Junior High School, and graduated from Fargo North in 1969. Bob’s father managed the Kragnes Farmers Elevator in Moorhead, and this is where Bob cut his teeth learning what it meant to work. Once he got old enough, Bob worked for area farmers as a hired hand, but ultimately found his calling as a salesman for Fargo-Moorhead Jobbing, where he worked for 35+ years, retiring in 2010. Bob epitomized what it meant to be a service jobber, routinely starting his day at 3:30am to get to accounts before the morning rush. He would often deliver orders on his way home so accounts would not be out of product over the weekend. In 1983 Bob married Julie Weckwerth in Montevideo, MN. The two settled on living in Fargo, and ironically enough bought a house on 1st Street but a few blocks north of where Bob grew up. They had two sons, Tyler and Sam. Bob enjoyed spending time at the family cabin on Lake Lizzie. Once Tyler and Sam became old enough to join Scouts, Bob became a very active leader in Troop 214, helping not only his sons but many other young boys develop into young men. Bob was a staple at the annual Golden-Brown Pancake Feed, and he was one of the founders of the annual Pitchfork Fondue. He always credited the Scouting program for allowing him to experience unique adventures with his boys. Many people know Bob, but children may especially recognize him. He embodied Santa Claus for the Fargo Park District at Rheault Farm for over 10 years. Bob would often run into people who would comment that his picture was on their refrigerator. What he took the most pride in was getting to know the kids who came to see Santa. Parents would comment how their child had been to see another Santa but didn’t want to sit on his lap. Bob would start talking to the child, and before long he would have him or her on his lap, laughing, smiling, and telling Santa what their wish from him was. He would remember names and what children had asked for previous years. He made many skeptics into Santa believers. Bob was preceded in death by his mother, Hazel (1960); father, Robert (2004); and son Sam (2011). He is survived by his wife, Julie and their son, Tyler.