Mr. Robert "Bob" Austin Cutter
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Robert Austin “Bob” Cutter, 89, of Winter Haven, Florida, passed away on March 1, 2026. 🕊️
Bob was born on September 6, 1936, in St. Louis, Missouri, to Dorothy Hinshaw Cutter and Lloyd Austin Cutter. He grew up in Webster Groves, Missouri then spent most of his adult life in the Boston area, where he built his career and raised his family before later relocating to Winter Haven, Florida.
Bob attended the University of Maine in Orono, where he earned a degree in Agriculture. He proudly served his country as a member of the U.S. Army National Guard.
An entrepreneur throughout much of his life, Bob owned and operated several businesses in the Boston area, including Cutter Protective Coatings, East Boston Ice Company, Tri-State Medical Services and Jarvis Incinerator Co. He was known for his strong work ethic and determination.
Bob shared over 30 years with his significant other and devoted partner, Jacqui Corcoran. He also maintained a close friendship with his former wife, Dorritt Colbert Field, the mother of his children and high school sweetheart. Bob was also formerly married to Jean C. Cutter.
He is survived by his daughters, Elizabeth Cutter Jones (Richard) of Cape Coral, Florida, and Susan Cutter Hogan (Charles) of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. He was also a stepfather to Dawn Fowler, Kristine Knowlton, Michelle Fowler (Brian), and Thomas Fowler (Clara).
Bob was a proud grandfather to Christine Burow, Brittany Jencks, Cassandra Mahoney-Barron, Ryan Jones, Dustin Jones, John Robert Mahoney, Andrew Jones, Emily Hogan, Matthew Hogan, Thomas Hogan, and Charles Hogan, as well as six step-grandchildren, nine great-grandchildren, with one more on the way, all of whom brought him great joy.
He was preceded in death by his parents, Dorothy Hinshaw Cutter and Lloyd Austin Cutter; his beloved daughter, Janet Cutter Mahoney; and his brother, Charles Thomas Cutter.
Bob had a remarkable kindness that extended beyond people to animals. Over the years, he welcomed many strays into his life—especially cats—and rarely turned away an animal in need. In lieu of flowers, donations by check may be made to the Lowell Humane Society, 951 Broadway St., Lowell, MA 01854, or on line www.lowellhumanesociety.org/d…, “In Memory of Bob Cutter”, honoring his lifelong compassion for animals and the many stray cats and other animals he cared for over the years.
Funeral and memorial services will be held at a later date.
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Bob was a man of contradictions in the best possible way—like a convertible with the top down in the middle of a snowstorm, a well-worn but comfortable couch that had seen years of use, or a gin and tonic poured over ice in a Solo cup. He appreciated both the finer things and the simple ones and never saw much reason to separate them.
He lived comfortably between hard work and quiet relaxation. Bob never hesitated to roll up his sleeves when something needed doing. If drivers didn’t show up, he would climb into a truck and spend the day delivering ice himself. If a job required it, he would climb into a massive hot-water tank and chip away the lining by hand. Yet when the workday was done, you might just as easily find him barefoot in the grass at sunset, drink in hand, taking in the evening.
Bob understood the realities of business and the importance of a dollar earned, but he also believed in giving people chances. Whether it meant extending credit a little longer than was wise or offering someone another opportunity to make things right, his generosity and faith in others were part of who he was. Those instincts may not always have made him the toughest businessman, but they earned him something far more valuable—the loyalty and affection of the people around him.
People often say someone “didn’t have a mean bone in their body.” In Bob’s case, it came remarkably close to the truth. His kindness wasn’t something learned from sermons or philosophy; it simply seemed to be his nature. Over the years he opened his home and his life to countless strays—many on four legs, many on two—and greeted strangers and friends alike with genuine warmth.
Perhaps the image that captures Bob best is a simple one: sitting in a gold convertible by the water as the sun goes down, country music playing softly, a cold drink in hand, a loyal dog nearby, and the day slowly giving way to evening.
(Literary credit - T. Fowler)
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