Robert “Bob” Banks: March 3, 1940-Oct. 31, 2026
Bob loved ravioli, steak Dianne, lobster, Fifth Ave. and Mounds candy bars, and Haagen-Dazs coffee ice cream. He could devour deviled eggs, linguini and clam sauce, and key lime pie. He hated chicken cacciatore.
Robert “Bob” Banks drifted off October 31, 2026. Bob was 86 years old and died peacefully at his home in Kerrville.
Bob was preceded in death by his appendix, wisdom teeth, kidney stone and two cataracts.
He was born in Por Chester, NY to Dorothy Elizabeth and Vincent Allen Banks and weighed in at 7.5 pounds.
Survived by his two sons, Robert Jr. of California and Kevin of Kerrville.
He was preceded in death by his parents, Vincent and Dorothy Banks; and his overly-patient wife and best friend of 60 years, forever the love of his life, Martha “Marty” Banks.
Bob loved ravioli, steak Dianne, lobster, Fifth Ave. and Mounds candy bars, and Haagen-Dazs coffee ice cream. He could devour deviled eggs, linguini and clam sauce, and key lime pie. He hated chicken cacciatore.
Waffle House and Duncan Donuts just lost a loyal customer, not to mention Makers Mark stock that just fell sharply on the news of Bob’s passing.
He particularly fancied intelligent women like Maria Bartiromo, Susie Gharib, Martha Thatcher, and Ree Drummond.
Bob died knowing “O Bother, Where Art Thou” and “Paper Moon” were the best movies ever, John Wayne was the best western actor ever. Herb Kelleher and Charles Lindbergh were the most fascinating people. And golden retrievers are the best tempered, and that chicks dig, Chris Craft boat rides.
He enjoyed his organic gardening, owning a Porsche, his dependable garage door opener, and the History channel. Accomplished outsmarting squirrels, boot scootin dance moves, assembling a 14′ Chris Craft kit with his dad and refinishing antiques.
Luckily he conquered polio at an early age, avoided being lost at sea aboard the USS Daly, a kidney stone scan which uncovered an aortal aneurysm.
Only regret, he would have become a Boy Scout, if they hadn’t chased and threatened to de-pants him at the first and only meeting he attended.
Bob taught his boys to fish, find treasures along the country roads, harbor toads, love and respect nature and its critters, change oil and flat tires, and master the art of sumo wrestling. He loved his family, cared for them, and did his best.
After 25 successful years in the yacht business, he formed a property tax firm representing Biotech Research Companies. After retirement he moved here to enjoy Hill Country lifestyles and nature.
Bob’s gone now, gone to meet his maker and give back to the wonderful life, he’s enjoyed so much.
There will be no viewing only cremation. Instead of flowers, do an act of kindness for someone you don’t know.

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