Robert Thomas Fitt was born in 1930 in Salt Lake City, Utah. He weighed 12 pounds
and demanded a
lot of attention when he was a firstborn. Being a heavyweight at birth—endowed
with a sob and wail that awakened the neighborhood when he felt neglected—may be
his greatest claim to fame. Though he had nothing to do with it at all except as
helpless contributor.
As Bob grew, he explored their small farm with gusto, and later enjoyed the sports of Softball, basketball, football and even a little boxing.
In high school his writing and artistic beginnings were largely undeveloped; but his acting and singing began to stir a bit of interest during his comedic performance in The Vagabond King, and when his male quartette performed on the first television broadcast in Utah.
After enjoying the construction trades for a time, he graduated with degrees from
both the University of Utah and BYU. After he had spent much of his career as an
art teacher and administrator, 
he designed a program in which the juvenile court
cooperated with school districts to significantly reduce truancy in Utah schools.
By far his greatest interest was at home with his family. Jean, his wife for 62 delightful years, was a treasure; and their four children, Patricia, Michelle, Steven and Jonathan are purely wonderful. And then, after Jean’s passing, His second wife, Gaylene, brought joy into his life for a brief time before she, too, passed away.
Robert served The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day saints in many capacities over the years, including bishop and stake president. His greatest joy, aside from his family, came from living and teaching the restored gospel of Jesus Christ.
He occasionally sketched, painted, sculpted and did some writing at home while He and Jean raised their family, but it was only after his retirement that he pursued his hobbies seriously. While in college he took a few courses in painting and drawing from Alvin Gittins, Ed Marion and Doug Snow; but Learned most of his drawing and painting skills from Jan Denbutter, a dear friend who was trained by Hannes Van Kampen, a well-respected old master in the Netherlands.
His sculpting began late in life. With only a few hours of formal instruction in sculpting under his belt he found that fashioning clay came quite naturally. He was often heard to say that his clay figures seemed, somehow, to speak to his creative spirit, suggesting improvements that were needed.
Another artistic outlet that he enjoyed was to draw pen and ink renderings for
Christmas cards each year, and send them to hundreds of friends.
And now—through the magic of the internet—I welcome many new
friends into my life . . .
