“Canku Ota Pi” (Many Roads) Robert “Bob” Iron Eyes
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Services for “Canku Ota Pi” (Many Roads) Robert “Bob” Iron Eyes, 57, Lawrence will be held on Thursday, February 7, 2019 at Warren-McElwain Mortuary from 4:30 p.m. to 6:00 p.m. with a traditional service starting at 5:15 p.m. He died January 28, 2019 at Lawrence Memorial Hospital.
Bob was born July 5, 1961 on the Standing Rock Sioux Reservation, Ft. Yates, North Dakota. He attended Haskell Indian Junior College in 1980 and was a singer for All Nations Singers of Kansas and the Black Hills Singers of South Dakota.
Bob loved the sacred Black Hills, Haskell, and the many cultural events at Haskell. He particularly enjoyed the annual graduation powwow where he would keep the fire for the Brave family camp. Bob was a hard worker and often volunteered at local social service agencies such as the Penn House and L.I.N.K. Bob chose to live a transient way of life and had many friends who chose to do so too, which made him well-known in downtown Lawrence. He also was proud to be a member of the Standing Rock Sioux Nation and stood in solidarity, from Lawrence, with the water protectors fight against the Keystone Pipeline. Bob often talked passionately about indigenous rights throughout Indian Country and believed in the vision of organizations such as the American Indian Movement.
Bob was preceded in death by his mother, Thelma. He is survived by his hunka brother Ron Brave and family, nephews Chase, Jamie, and Deno and other relatives in the Dakotas.
The family suggests memorials in his name to benefit L.I.N.K., the Lawrence Community Shelter or the Lawrence Public Library and may be sent in care of Warren-McElwain Mortuary.
Journey well Kola, no matter where you walked you brought a good spirit to those you met. Gonna miss you at the May pow-wow’s and seeing you all over the place, I know you loved Haskell!! We’ll miss you laughing around and just have a good time no matter where you went aahh hhoo brother!!
RIP iron eyes ???? Condolences to family and friends
Rest in His peace, Brother. Have an awesome journey! ❤✌
RIP uncle Iron Eyes. Journey well, see you when I get there!
been a good friend, and will always welcome you here. wherever that may be robert…
rest in peace our thoughts and prayers for his family
I don’t have the words Kola. A Brother in Ceremony ,Play, Coffee, Camps…….. No matter how rough the road Thank you for always making it a humorous matter. Walk in Harmony My Brother.
Love for you my friend may you see your day in the field of the buffalo peace uncle iron eyes
Rip man ur so funny always made laugh every time I see u. Love u going 2 miss u fly high with the angels. Rest in peace ✌
You always looked after me, protected me, and made me laugh HYSTERICALLY! I am going to miss your spark, but, I will never forget it.
Robert ironeyes I’m at a loss for words but I hope to see you on the other side ????
I’m gonna miss you Uncle I’m glad you are no longer hurting and will always miss our laughs and our favorite saying! I hope now you can answer that as well because ” I Wanna Know”!!!!May your journey be good and I’ll see you again one day…..your niece <3
To the Family, so sorry for your loss. Hope you will be comforted in knowing that Canku has the prospect of being resurrected, healthy (in the flesh), to Paradise Earth just as Jehovah God has promised. In fact , the vast majority will enjoy everlasting life right here on earth as God had intended from the beginning. God’s Kingdom will do this under the rule of Jesus Christ. READ John 5:28, 29, Job 14:14, 15,Psalms 37:29,Matthew 6:9,10, Matthew 5:5 and Revelation 21:2-4 Go To: JW.ORG
Bobby loved to make us laugh. He wrote poems under the pen name Ishtia Maza. In one of my favorites, “Love”, Omaha wakes from a hangover. He finds a loving note from his wife and his household in perfect order. At breakfast Omaha asks his son what happened.
“Well, you came home around 3 a.m
drunk and delirious, broke some furniture
and gave yourself a blackeye when you fell
into the door.” Old Omaha don’t know what to think:
house is clean, hot breakfast, he finally asks his son
“What’s going on?”
He says, “Well, Mom dragged you into the bedroom,
tried to take your pants off,
and you shouted at her, Lady,
leave me alone, I’m married!”
Bobby lived a hard life, but he had an big soft heart and sharp sense of humor.
RIP Iron Eyes. My condolences to the family and friends
R. I. P My Brother and will Always remember your words of wisdom and you will be missed
Condolences to Family and Friends. Thank you for friendship Iron Eyes, may you rest in peace and joy. Your gift of peace, smiles, sight, earnestness, and lightening up will always be remembered.
Iron Eyes was a good friend. I am saddened beyond words. I will miss your stories and the teasing. You would come up with some funny things to keep me laughing. We had a friendship of understanding, acceptance and love. You will be truly missed my friend. My condolences to the families he had. He was part of my Lawrence family. Rest in peace, my friend.
A Warrior crosses over into the Spirit World. Where our ancestors reside.
There is no death, only a change of worlds. Iron Eyes, I remember when I first met you. You were always offering my mom a herd of horses, 20 Pendletons, 20 fur pelts, etc, etc tryna barter my mom for me. We’d jus laugh. I know she is glad to see you. When I get there, maybe we’ll barter again. Gonna miss your mug & your laugh. Fly high… represent!
*ZEN HAIKU:*
Singular Snowflakes
Ultimately Deliquesce
Into One Water.
*R.I.P. Iron Eyes* — Sparrow Hawk aka “Guitar Dave”
It’s possible that nobody will ever read this. Time passes by and these threads are often forgotten. Robert was a brother to me for two years back when we were in elementary school. He was a year behind me, and we shared a room. My parents had been doing foster care for a few years when Robert came to us. My brother and I were wrestlers, so Robert also joined wrestling. He was a 5th grader and would sneak up on the Jr. High and High school wrestlers and jump on their back when they were not expecting it. For that, he earned the name “Ambush.” He probably never knew how much I cared about him. He may have resented being sent to white homes, but we nevertheless cared about him. I even tried to look him up several times in the past 10 years, but he would drop off the radar whenever I started to get a lead on where he might be. I’m glad he has had friends over the years who loved him and cared about him. He indeed had a great sense of humor and a broad smile.