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Memories and Condolences
for Robert Bowen
Granddad and Steenie
December 8, 2009
Dad in Cherokee Oklahoma
December 8, 2009
Granddad 2001
December 8, 2009
Dad cutting up at the Family Reunion...HOOK "EM SHORTHORNS Dad was a huge Oklahoma Fan
December 8, 2009
Dad...1970's
December 8, 2009
A great dad becomes a granddad...1983
December 8, 2009
MOM AND DAD
December 8, 2009
Velina Bowen
December 5, 2008
Dear Uncle Bob,
I miss you a lot. I remember how excited I would get that we were going to visit Phyllis, the kids and you. I always enjoyed spending time with my favorite uncle. While growing up, I looked up to you. I wanted to make you proud of me. I hope you are. You had 2 nicknames for me. They were Sugar, and Leaner Ann. Why on earth you called me Leaner Ann I don't know. LOL. I remember how dad, you and I would play classical guitars together. I too, am an accomplished classical guitarist just like dad and you, except my figures and hands are too small to play just like the 2 of you did. Because of all the people that had a huge influence on me in music, I learned to play several instruments by ear, and to read classical guitar music. You never minded my asking you questions that would make my dad cringe. When I was little, I asked you why you walked the way you did. Dad apologized to you for my asking the question and you told him that it was okay that I did. That I was being a child that was curious. So you and I sat down and you explained to me about your polio. You never minded my questions. There were a few times that we had some heated discussions (LOL) about bull mastifs, mastifs, the way I played classical guitar music and politics. We did agree on our views concerning our religion. Even though we didn't come close to agreeing on some things, you never stopped caring about me. I was Sugar and Leaner Ann to you and you didn't mind me expressing my views on things. I remember how you would wonder if I was going to be tall when I grew up. It was funny because you thought I would be 6' tall. One day at a family reunion you asked me how tall I was and I told you that I was 5'4-1'2" at most. You looked at me and said "You are short." I told you that I didn't want to be tall and that I was the height God wanted me to be. Well, the funny thing Uncle Bob is that some of my cousins have told me that I'm short compared to others in the family. LOL.
You were like a dad to me when mine wasn't around. I knew I could depend on you.
One of the things I learned from you very early on was that you never used the word step to describe John, Tracy and Iva Jean. As far as you were concerned, they were your kids, not your step kids. I could tell you felt that way. Because of you, I never considered John, Tracy and Iva Jean as my step cousins, nor have I ever considered any of my other cousins step cousins. All of them are my cousins.
Someday we will see eachother again and I will get my Uncle Bob hugs from you.
Oh, before I forget, I recently changed from being a Democrat to being a Republican. I know Uncle Bob - I told you so. LOL.
I'll always have great memories of a great uncle. One that cared so much about family. I'll always remember the sound of your laughter and the silly things you would do. Thank you for being the best uncle I could have ever wished for.
I'm not going to say goodbye because you know I can't do that. So I will say - I will see you again some day.
Love,
Velina, (aka Sugar and Leaner Ann)
Tracy Allen
November 28, 2008
Dad
I don’t know how to say thank you for being the dad you didn’t have to be. You could have walked away but you stayed and became the husband that mom needed and the dad that we needed. I know that life would have been very different had you not been here to teach me all the things you taught me and all the things I would need to know to make my life as enjoyable as it’s been. From a very early age you gave me the gift of music. Not just any music, but how to listen to what was going on in the background and to pick out the different instruments that made up the rest of the song and not just the melody.
Jazz and classical guitar became something to be appreciated because it was music that took knowledge and forethought to play and create. For a long time I have missed the sound of your guitar and watching you play that wonderful music. Thank you for teaching me to swing a hammer and that hard work never hurt anyone, but rather brought great satisfaction in a job well done. The greatest education I ever could have received was growing up in “The Music Shop” where you taught us how to deal with all kinds of people and with all kinds of situations. Thank you for teaching me that work can be fun. You used to say “we don’t make no money but we sure have a lot of fun” and we did too. Thank you for saxophone lessons and playing in the band with you and John and your friends that became my friends. Thank you for teaching me what it means to be a good husband, and thank you for teaching me what it means to be a “DAD”. You stood by us even when we messed up and you didn’t judge us by our mistakes but with words of encouragement pushed us to be better than we were. We had such wonderful talks those last months. Thank you for being my Dad and friend, I hope I can live up to the example you set before me. I’ll see you when Gods done with me here. I love you Dad
Tracy
William Allen
November 28, 2008
Grandad i love u and ill miss you so much. I learned so much from you just sitting and listening to you talk, whether it be politics or football. The best education i got growing up was from watching old movies with you and Grandma. Though you're ways were very unconventional, you always had a special way of letting us know you loved us. I'll miss all the late nights (or early mornings) of watching old movies, the guitar lessons, and the quick-witted comments. I love you so much grandad. BOOMER SOONER!!!
Tracy Allen
November 28, 2008
Dad
How do I begin to say THANK YOU for being so much more than the dad you didn't have to be. You could have walked away but you chose to stay and be my mom's husband and to give three kids the dad they desperately needed, and then gave us another brother and sister to love. How can I repay you for teaching me to use a hammer or work a garden or shoot a bow. You taught me to stick to-it until it was right. You taught Honor and integrity in everything you tried to teach me. The best education I ever had was learning to work in "THE MUSIC SHOP" so many good memories of working side by side with you. "We don't make no money but we sure have alot of fun", you used to say. And fun we had with paint fights and watching you hit your thumb with a hammer and eating carol lee donuts at three p.m. for snacks. Dad you taught me so many things, taught me to try so many things, taught me to laugh and to laugh at myself. But the greatest things I learned from you and I hope I live up to your standard, was to Love my wife and be a "DAD" to my children, and hopefully teach them to be that way with their families. Thank you for loving me and for being my dad. I love you. Tracy
Mother's Day, 1965 - One week after marriage
November 23, 2008
Circa 1956
November 23, 2008
Circa 1964
November 23, 2008
Leisure moment on a summer day
November 23, 2008
He loved to play his guitar
November 23, 2008
Mary Lou Etzel
November 22, 2008
My dear Bob,
When Nancy said she was ordering these messages bound for your dear Phyllis, I wanted to write you a message. I thought of two lists: One of all the wonderful, loving, intelligent attributes that made up "our Bob" (a very long list); the other a very short list of the prankster in you, your inventive way of dreaming up ornery things to bug an older sister; and just plain "bobness".
Then I couldn't get my heart wrapped around another paragraph, so I decided to repeat the message I wrote for your funeral and just repeat that I love you always.
A Sister's Tribute
My precious little brother, Bob. The leader of the pack called "Me, Denny, and Bill", Chairman of the Board of "The Bowen Kids Theatrical Company", Student, musician, father, brother good friend, Sooner fan, all around good guy! !
My earliest memories of Bob were seeing those big, black leg braces hanging in the closet. You see, Bob had polio at the age of 2 years in the epidemic that swept the country in 1937. I remember sitting out on the lawn at the children's hospital in Oklahoma City (we were not allowed inside). Our Dad would lift him up to the window so we could wave to him. He loved having us come & see him.
When he came home, our mother and dad worked with him every evening exercising his legs hoping that eventually he would walk. He did, and from that time on he was the "leader of the pack", mischievious, inventive, & determined. He was determined that he could do anything any of the other kids could do. That included Little League baseball (another boy ran the bases for him), horseback riding, swimming, fighting when necessary, and playing King On The Mountain in the back yard with stick horses.
Our theatrical company was popular in the neighborhood. Bob made a great Master of Ceremonies, Denny did great imitations of Adolph Hitler and other famous Nazis, and Bill was our Country Western Singer. His specialty was "Hey, good lookin' whatcha got cooking?" One highlight was an appearance at an elementary school assembly when they sang a cute little song "Down at the old swimmin' hole" while stripping down to swim suits and throwing their clothing out to the crowd. The audience loved them.
As Bob grew to adult-hood there were successes and disappointments. He was rejected for military service which grieved him. Playing on the upper grades sports teams wasn't possible, so he managed the teams. He became interested in music and after much practice became an accomplished classical guitarist. (He liked to say that he probably knew 300 honky-tonk hillbilly songs). He enjoyed singing those with his brother Denny on the pedal steel guitar. What a joy to sit in on those sessions.
There were at least two turning points in his life. The earliest was his introduction to the Catholic faith. It seemed to fit him perfectly and as he studied and read his Bible his faith grew strong over the years. This faith helped him through some difficult times.
The second turning point was when he met & married his lovely and loving wife, Phyllis. His greatest joy was to spend his days, nights, weekends with her and their five children. He said to me many times "why would I want to spend time with anyone else? Phyllis is my best and dearest friend". One time when the extended family was all together, talking a mile a minute Phyllis said to me, "Bob is as close to heaven as he can ever be now - with his family around him.
And now this special one whom we all love has embarked on a great adventure into his next experience. With his fine mind and active curiosity he will make the most of the experience. Standing on strong, straight legs, guitar in one hand and a book in the other he is off where we cannot follow at this time. When we get there we will see signs of his passing.
So farewell, dear and precious one. You've always been "my little brother" whom I protected as well as I could when we were small, and whom I have loved for all of your life.
Mary Lou
Iva Jean Allen Van Hemert
November 20, 2008
Dad
You have always been there for me. You've always been my hero. You taught me what family is all about. That's why we know how to be there for each other. How to back each other up when things are tough. That we can pick on each other, but no one else better try or they'll have the Allen brothers and you Dad to answer to.
I'll never forget the first time I had my first serious boyfriend and the relationship ended. I called Mom, you both were at The Music Shop working, I told her what had happened. I was really upset. You and Mom came come from work where your found me in your chair crying. You came over and touched my shoulder. You told me that you'd never let another boy hurt me that way again. I could tell you hurt as much as I did. Your heart was broken right along with mine. I knew then, that was the way family loved each other. How they were supposted to be there for each other.
I also remember how you picked me up when I feel down. Literally. I would fall down the steps, numberous time, and you'd always come running to pick me up. Then you'd say jokingly, "Now sit there and let's see if your head falls off." Ha Ha That taught me not to let the tough times get you down, but to learn from my mistakes and to role with the punches that life throughs our way.
Dad you were also special because you CHOSE to be my dad. You did'nt have to marry Mom with a ready made family with three children. Three children that you loved as your own.
I will never forget you. I'll love you always. I'll see you one day when I get to heaven.
Family Man
November 20, 2008
John Allen
November 19, 2008
Dad
You came into my life when Mom, Iva Jean, Tracy and myself were living in a house trailer in Christiansburg. We were watching black and white T.V. that had lots of static on the screen because of the poor reception. We were watching the cartoons so intently even though the lines kept flipping over and over . Mom told me that you went home that day before you had married her and brought your T.V. back so we could enjoy a nice picture to watch. Mom said that made you very happy. I know it must of made us happy. You and Grandad and I used to go to the High School Football Games on Friday nights during the 1980s and we used to laugh ,yell and scream. We would also freeze our butts off, like the time we went to Galax and the temperature was about 15 degrees--we had blankets wrapped around us and we still felt the numbness in our hands and toes. But still had the time of our lives. I grew up watching the Baltimore Colts when Johnny Unitas was playing on Sundays and you and I would watch all day long different football games. Then as I grew older we started watching Oklahoma football and Va Tech football. I still remember watching the Baltimore Orioles win the World Series back in the 1970s. Those days have come and gone. But the thing that you gave me more than anything else was music. You and Mom took me to Band Night when I was in the 4th grade to purchase my first clarinet. When I reached High School you brought home a Selmer Alto Saxophone that someone traded in at The Music Shop for me to start playing. This all led to me playing in the Dance Band with you and Ken Epperly and the rest of the guys. I now have played with numerous Big Bands and as you know I now have been playing music for over 41 years.
I know you will be looking down while I play music on the weekends , or if Im not playing music I will possibly be at another college football game sitting in the stands and then wanting to call you from my cell phone to let you know what happened on a particular play.
I will miss those things I used to share with you and Mom sitting by your side listening.
One of the last talks we had you shared with me before you passed on was that you wanted me to know that you never considered me to be your stepson(always hated that word) only your oldest son. I had always known this without you saying it , but that memory will never ever leave me. Thank you Dad.
I will never forget what you have done for me. I promise.
Love always
Your eldest son, John
Calvin Martin
November 18, 2008
Pepaw,
Aeneas said that mans greatest fear was to be forgoten. Never fear. You will never be forgoten. Your "Odyssey" is over. Now it's time for the "Paradisio" and all it's splendor. You and I had an interesting relationship. Whenever I came to your house I was always ready to learn something. Before I came I always had to mentally gear myself up for you. You opened that door for me. I fell in love with learning because I admired how smart you were and wanted to be the same. You taught me alot of things but a few of the more helpfull things you taught me were
that waching movies, reading books and listening verry intently were not just things to do or skills to have, they were keys to sucsses in life. Because in all the movies you and I and various other relatives used to watch all had meaning to them. All the movies you used to send to us, they all had perpose. They were not just random bits of entertainment selected by you, they all had a leason. Same with the books you sent to me and you suggested to me. But most importantly of all your lesons to me, was that familly is top priority. You practiced this your whole life and nothing ever slowed you down. You gave your whole self to your familly and taught us to walk in your footsteps, no matter how direct or indirectly it was. You loved to laugh. That was also helpfull to me. You showed me that without laughter there is no point in the conversation. Your sense of humor not only made me aspire to be like you but to be better and it is only now that I know, that I will not acheive that kind of greatness. Aristotle said that "Humor is the only test of gravity...". You were smart in everything you did and you made sure things were done correctly. That is an atribute I think all of us wish to posses. The will to do things untill they are done right. Aristotle also said that "Nature does nothing uselessly". I think that statement was summed up by the way you lived your everyday life. Plato said that "No evilcan happen to a good man, either in life or after death". I beleive that to be true in your case. You found the Catholic faith after trying on some others and said "This is it". All you have to do in life is try your hardest to find the truth, and you tried and you beleived you found it. That is all you need. I thank God for every day I had with you, all through my life. I count my blessings and you are one of the biggest I had. I will make you proud with my life. I wil see you again and I'll let you decide on my life. I will always love you "enough to fill up Heavan, overflow and fill Hell."
"Love is composed of a single soul
inhabiting two bodies."-Aristotle
Your Grandson,
Calvin Bryan Martin
Joaquita Martin
November 18, 2008
Daddy,
How do I even start...? I wish I could tell everything about you in a way that people could understand who you were, because outside of the family, not many people really did know you well. You liked it that way, I think. You were private and modest, and would never "toot your own horn".
But oh, there was so very much to toot it about! You were an engineer without a college degree - the man they brought down to Southwest Virginia from Maryland because you could figure out what all the other engineers with their big time college degrees couldn't. One of your favorite sayings was, "He who says it can't be done should get the H*LL out of the way for the man who is doing it." YOU were the man who was doing it, figuring out the stuff they couldn't, making it happen.
But you didn't like working for someone else, so you went into business for yourself, doing what you loved - music!! During your 30+ years in business, you taught your children economics and fair business practices. We learned first hand the law of supply and demand. We learned that folks will gladly pay your price when they know it's fair. We learned that not gouging the customer made him want to come back again and again, year after year. We've heard from several of those who appreciated you as a businessman and how much they missed you and your fair dealings after you had to sell the shop.
You played the most beautiful classical guitar, but when we were little, we didn't appreciate that like we should have, which is too bad. I'd do just about anything to hear you play "Adelita" for me one more time. But we were kids, and so you understood that what we really loved were the silly songs that you'd play and teach us, always clearing your throat or some other such distraction when the song came to a bad word. And of course it didn't take much imagination to figure out what the bad word was, because it always rhymed with something else from the line before or was obvious in some other way. Those are some of my favorite memories, those impromptu singing sessions!
You were a VERY right-wing, ultraconservative Republican, and you were NEVER shy about sharing your views on politics (OR on the politicians!). I loved talking politics with you – you were the most well-informed man I’ve ever known. You had a firm grasp of the issues facing this country, always. I wish God hadn’t called you Home so soon…I miss discussing the politics of the day with you! But, He probably needed your input on how to help the US navigate these next four years!! Heaven knows we’ll need Him!! But despite your convictions, when you received your absentee ballot in September of this year, you wouldn’t use it. You knew it wasn’t fair to vote if you wouldn’t be here for the outcome. That was the kind of integrity you had – the kind that stood up, even when nobody was looking.
You loved your country, and wanted to serve it in the military but they wouldn't let you because of your...handicap? Disability? Challenge? Somehow none of those terms seems to be appropriate - if it were you talking, you'd say, "They wouldn't let me serve because I'm a cripple." Polio was cruel to you, leaving you with one whole side of your body smaller than the other, so you walked with a pronounced limp and could not run. But that was never an excuse for you to not work hard, and work hard is what you did your entire life. You worked hard to learn to walk again after the polio ravaged your body. You worked hard to make your way in life as a young adult. You worked hard in your business. You worked hard in everything you did, because you didn't know any other way TO work! And you didn’t cut corners. You were so meticulous. Even today I can hear your voice when I’ve made a careless error…”There’s never enough time to do it right, but there’s ALWAYS enough time to do it over.” You had all kinds of sayings like that!
You were a very devout, strict, orthodox Catholic, and you so loved your faith. Yours was a true and pure faith that came after a spiritual journey that started in your middle school years. You searched for the faith that made the most sense to you while being raised in Bible belt country, learning about the Baptist, Methodist, Lutheran, and who knows what other doctrines before converting to Catholicism at the age of 16. And you never quit learning about your faith, reading and re-reading the Bible, the Catechism, the Wanderer, the Vatican publications, and so many others. Thank you for teaching me that faith and for instilling it in me so deeply. It has carried me through many difficult times, and it carries me through the days now, as we must move on through this life without you. I know that I’ll be with you again one day – when it’s my turn.
You were so many other wonderful things: a loving husband, a dad to cherish, a terrific friend, the coolest “Pepaw” (who made the most excellent sling-shots!), a man who could (and often did) teach himself ANYTHING with a book or two on the subject, an insatiable sponge for knowledge, etc, etc,…You were such a great guy in so many ways. I hope you know that I’ve always been so proud to call you my Daddy – and so grateful to be your “Sweet Little Angel.”
John Allen
November 17, 2008
Dad
There are so many memories that I have and will try and touch on the ones that stick out the most. I remember moving to Pearisburg in 1969 and going up Brush Mountain in our 1957 Ford that broke down halfway up the hill. The towing service came to get the vehicle and you sold the car for a carton of Parliment cigarettes. I also remember you and Mom taking me over for Band Night at school to purchase my first musical instrument(clarinet). I have now been playing that instrument in Community Band, and Big Dance Bands for over 41 years. Some of my favorite memories were when we played together for The Moodmakers Dance Band. Introducing me to music was the one thing that has given me the most pleasure. I guess the next thing I will always remember is when you and Grandad and I would go to the High School Football Games on Friday night during the 1980s. I will never forget the game in Galax that we drove almost 2 hrs to get to and then proceeded to sit outside for 3 1/2 hrs in 15 degree temperatures with blankets wrapped around us. There were some things you said that night but I probably better keep that between us--something about it was colder that a witches #%##$@# out here. Mom would always get on you for teaching us bad language. (This was always in jest, whoever is reading this). You always told the best jokes especially the one about the girl in the bikini on the T.V. You would always look at Tracy and I and ask... something about lockjaw... Tracy and I would laugh while Mom would call you down for saying those things. There were so many things to remember but not enough days to write them all down.
Even though I was your stepson(always hated that word) you never, ever once loved me, Tracy, or Iva Jean any less. One of the last things you said to me was " John I want you to know that I have never ever considered you my stepson--only my eldest Son which I have always loved equally as Joaquita and Joaquin. That one statement will stay with me the rest of my life.
In closing let me say that you have touched my son and daughter and my wife in so many positive ways. I will never be able to thank you enough for that.
Please remember to tune your Big Screen T.V. to the Oklahoma and Va Tech football games on Saturdays and remember I will be toasting you with a Volda Martini with 3 olives for the rest of my life.
I will always love you DAD
LOVE JOHN--YOUR ELDEST SON
Bert Messelink
November 17, 2008
Bob, you were more of a brother than a brother-in-law. specially when we argued about politics and religion. (I finally managed to get you to vote Republican)
You, Phyllis and the kids were (and still are) very special to us. I already miss you and have no one to trade books with. Our children have very fond memories of going to VA that will never be forgotten. Trish (Messelink) Sharp learned to play on that Yamaha guitar you gave us and now helps lead the worship in her church. You and Phyllis have raised some of the most awesome kids we've ever seen and we love them all.
You'll be dismayed to learn that your Marine grandson Nathan asked me to be his grandad. How can I ever live up to that great responsibility. I'll be his uncle and mentor, but no one can ever take your place.
You were one-of-a-kind. I know from our last conversations that you're with the Lord and we'll see each other again one day where there's no sorrow or pain. Until then,
Bert Messelink
Christine Allen
November 17, 2008
Granddad,
From the time I could speak and comprehend the English language, I remember my Dad's stories about you and your family. He always stressed that the most important thing in a person's life is their family and he got that from you. Family is all you have at the end of the day. And one day I will instill that kind of love and trust in my own family.
So many things, we have learned from you. From the the way you mash up your fried eggs to playing a musical instrument or just reading a good book. You have been our teacher.
The books you told me to read were the ones that changed my life. You always encouraged me to delve into the world of the unknown and go on an adventure through text and pages. That is truly an untouchable gift.
The Holidays won't be the same without you. The world won't be the same without you. But we are changed by you instead, all for the better. I love you and miss you.
Christine
Nathan Allen
November 3, 2008
Granddad,
I was really glad to be able to see you one last time before i got sent out to California. I was especially glad that you were able to see me in uniform after I became a Marine. Every day in boot camp I thought of you. While I don't recall for sure if I told you or not, I always thought of how proud you were of me when the times got the toughest during boot camp, and that is one of the things that helped me to get through each day. You have taught me so much about life and the type of person that I want to be. You have always stood for what you believe in and you centered your beliefs on Christ's Word. This was probably the biggest influence that you had on me and I am so grateful for that. Your love for the military was another thing that made a big impression on me and is definitely one of the reasons that I chose to join the Marines. You also taught me about the importance of family. Not so much by telling me about it, but by simply displaying your unconditional love for everyone and the importance that our family played in your life. Not to mention the world's longest family album film ever made that you would watch all the time. I only wish that you could have met my wife and kids that I hope to have some day. I also hope to be the husband, dad, and granddad that you didn't have to be. Our talks about politics and religion are another thing that I will miss a great deal. I have never met anyone that was as up to date and intelligently informed on the world as you were. I'm not sure if watching Fox News nonstop (while listening to Rush and Hannity all at the same time) had anything to do with that. But I do know one thing, and that one thing was that if I was coming to your house, there were 50 different channels to watch and all of them tuned into Fox News (unless Oklahoma or Virginia Tech were playing...Boomer Sooner/Go Hokies!). Along with your guidance as a man came your sense of humor, which has always put me in a good mood whenever I was around you. I know I will never meet someone as witty and sarcastic as you ever were, and I will miss that so much. We also shared a lot of fun times together. One of our favorite things to do was watch movies together until 3 am in the morning while eating ice cream and drinking coffee. I bought a DVD here recently that played both "Shane" and "The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance". I intended on watching both movies but when I got back to my barracks, I didn't want to anymore becasue you weren't there to watch it with me. Instead I just thought about you for a while and then watched something else with my roommates. Its something I will really miss sharing with you now that you are gone. When I had to leave for MCT School I couldn't hardly sleep that night, and I felt so home sick because I knew that I had just gotten through seeing my Granddad for the last time. I felt like a part of me was dying with you. For several weeks all I could think about was how much I would miss you. Formations, hikes, and night time were usually the worst, because there was nothing to distract me. I literally thought about you all the time, and that will never change. I really wish I could have come home for your funeral, but I wanted to respect your wishes, so I stayed out here. I am making it my goal to be the best Marine I can to honor your memory and I know Willie and Calvin will do the same here pretty soon. The one thing that gives me comfort through this whole ordeal is that I know you are in heaven, and I will meet you there one day. I know that is a cliche that gets thrown around a lot, be we both know it to be a reality, and that helps me so much when I start missing you (this happens quite often). Your very last words to me in person were "so long", because you said that I should not say goodbye. While it was the hardest "so long" to this date for me, I knew that "so long" meant that we will see each other again. I was glad to know that you are right. Ever since I was a boy, I thought you walked on water, and I still do. My heroes have always been cowboys, and they still are it seems. I love you Granddad.
Love,
Your Grandson/Marine
Nathan
Bob with all his kids
November 1, 2008
"Pepaw" with great-granddaughter
November 1, 2008
Phyllis Small
October 28, 2008
It has been such a pleasure to know this side of my family and I thank God for the opportunity to have known Bob. My love and sympathy are with all of you.
Pat Harvey
October 24, 2008
I was Bob's age and knew most of his family in Cherokee, Oklahoma. Glad to hear Bob was a fervent Oklahoma University fan. His Dad and mine were in Oklahoma's 45th Division together in the late 30's and early 40's. Bob was an OK guy, never used his polio experience as an excuse.
Nancy Allen
October 23, 2008
As one of granddad's three favorite daughters-in-law, I would just like to add to the list of his attributes that he was a very kind and loving father-in-law...more like a father to me as my dad has been gone for so many years. And as a Granddad, he was nurturing, loving and supportive. Always there for the grandkids, his special love for each and every grandchild was unquestionable. He guided these people in their lives in ways we will continue to witness for a long time to come. As we celebrated his life over the last few days...one could look around at each other and the grandkids especially and be reminded of direct influences he had on all of us and our life choices. Just this morning as I was listening to music, it occurred to me that my musical choices have been SO inflenced by dad. My son is a Marine, and possibly two more will follow, partly due to their granddad's guidance. My husband and all the others have the work ethic that was established by their father and grandfather. And loyalty and commitment...that was evidenced as dad's health worsened. His children and grandchildren were by his side, sometimes even when it was next to impossible to be there. They put their lives on hold in many ways to make sure that their granddad and dad was cared for. On one particular day when many members of the family were at the house and granddad lay in his bed in the living room, exactly where he always used to sit in his chair, he became uncomfortable and needed our assistance. Quietly and calmly we all went into motion...there was no question as to the game plan...everyone just took a job till he began to feel better. The chitter chatter that is typical of a large family gathering quietened and all focus was on dad. When I noticed what was happening, and as dad began to feel better a few moments later, I stood back, away from the center of activity at his bedside, and just watched and thought...this is what family is all about. I watched Tracy changing his shirt, Iva Jean handing him his water, Willy and Justin lifting him up higher in the bed, mom covering his feet...and more people in the ranks doing things like adjusting the air conditioner etc. You all didn't notice me at that moment and that is he way I wanted it...watching you as you tended to your daddy and granddaddy. I will forever remember the feeling I had at that paticular moment in my life. It was a reminder that I had chosen wisely when I enterd the family by marrying John 28 years ago...except that I already belonged to you before the marriage. That is how you have always made me feel. I am one of you. And for that, and for the sadness I feel at losing MY dad, I am thankful. I revel in the bittersweet memories, treasure the sight of the tears rolling off my face as I pray for him at his mass. For we are all blessed to have the memories we have of your dad.
Also, I want to recognize Joaquita for reminding me that sometimes you have to do what is inconvenient when it is the right thing to do. I thank you for making your dad's last days more bearable. Knowing him, the most treasured aspect of your presence was that it made your mom's transition so much more comfortable.
And to mom...you are my mom...I love you So much...many do love you. But our relationship is very special...we have known each other for so many years...have been through the sweet times like the births and the sad times like the deaths of our loved ones. We have held each other up and supported one another without fail or agenda...just because we love each other. You are always in my heart, John's heart and your sweet Nathan and Christine's heart. We are here for you...and we will be there for you as much as we can!
Your love for your husband and children and grandchildren is an example to all of us. You love fiercely...we have seen that through the trials of the last few months.
And now, I will end this littany with a message to dad...I will miss sweetening up your beer...calling you with news of Nathan and Christine's accomplishments, waiting to hear your take on a news event or the outcome of a Tech or Oklahoma game. But thank you for letting me share in your family. The Bowen Family Reunions are not to be missed. I love your sisters and brothers...sister-in-laws and brother-in-laws. Thanks for NEVER making me feel anything but at ease and welcomed...I do love you, and yes, you do deserve it!!! And thanks for the memories...whenever I hear..."whatever", I will think of you and smile.
Nancy
PS And thanks for greeting me with, "Hello Gorgeous" That meant more to me than you could have known.
Diane Journell
October 23, 2008
Phyllis, John, Tracy and the whole crew -- We are so sorry to read this -- John I just read Bob's obit tonight. He was such a nice man with a such a sweet spirit!! Joey still talks about all the time that he spent with your family at the music store. I know how tough times like these are but just know God's love will carry you through. I wish we could be there to give you a big hug but know that you are surrounded by our love and prayers. We love you very much!
Joey and Diane Journell
Will Bowen
October 22, 2008
Aunt Phyliss, John, Tracy, Iva Jean, Joaquita, and Joaquin,
I am so sorry for the pain you are having at this extremely difficult time.
I apologize for not being able to attend the funeral. My prayers are with each and every one of you.
I would like to let you guys know how much your husband, your father, and "my" Uncle Bob meant to me. First, let me say how envious I am of those of you who have had the opportunity to have spent a lifetime around one of the most amazing individuals a person could have ever come across in a lifetime.
Although my time with Uncle Bob over the years has been limited, due to living in a different state, Uncle Bob has had such a profound impact on me in so many ways. On the surface most would think that our relationship was simply about our rivalry with OU and Texas, but to me it was on such a deeper level than that.
Listening to Uncle Bob share his stories of himself and my Dad growing up in Cherokee, Oklahoma, gave me the opportunity to have a greater respect and admiration for my own father. We as kids sometimes never realize what our parents went through, to become the parents we know them to be. I am forty years old and was born in 1968, but I've been to Cherokee, Oklahoma in the '40's and '50's. I was able to go through his amazing stories. When Uncle Bob would share these memories, it was as if I were walking behind, watching him, Dad, and Uncle Denny as they went through life in Cherokee. Those stories will be with me for the rest of my life. I’m so very grateful to Uncle Bob for having shared those stories with us over the years.
Uncle Bob has been one of the best teachers a nephew could ask for, he didn’t need to set me on his lap and teach, he simply lived his life and allowed his actions to mentor those who were watching. Phyliss, Uncle Bob’s dedication, commitment, and love to you as his beautiful wife of 40+ years, has taught me how to love my wife with the same dedication, commitment, and love.
Uncle Bob’s wonderful relationship he had with his siblings, especially my father, has taught my brother and me the importance of brotherly love. The backbone of the relationship I have with my brother “bubby” is a direct reflection of what we saw in Uncle Bob and my dad’s relationship. Just five days before our Dad passed last April, we received what would be Uncle Bob’s last package to our dad. I know my brother and I will have that same connection as they did, and we owe it all to them.
I would like to say thanks to the entire Robert "Uncle Bob" Dewayne Bowen family for sharing such an incredible human being with all of us. We were privileged to have had the opportunity to know your Husband, your Dad, and my Uncle Bob in our life. If there is anything that I could do, please don't hesitate to let me know.
Uncle Bob,
I love you, I miss you, I admire you, and please say hello to my dad!
One last time for you Uncle Bob, “Hook’em Horns”
Will Bowen
Jimmy Bowen and family
October 21, 2008
Pyhyllis and Family: We are sorry for your loss of Uncle Bob, Although we feel your pain as we still try to cope with losing Dad (Bill). Our thoughts and prayers are with you.
George Akers
October 21, 2008
Tracy and family,
We are so sorry to hear of your loss. May your memories bring you comfort during this time. God Bless You all.
George, Freddi, Cody & Derek Akers
Sharon Knight
October 21, 2008
Phyllis, My prayers are with you and your children during this time. I have such good memories of Bob at The Music Shop, especially talking politics with him! He was so fortunate to have such a gracious lady at his side all these years. Be strong for all those children and grandchildren. You have lots of people who love you, both family and friends.
Evelyn Dunagan
October 20, 2008
Uncle Bob was our special miracle. I will miss him but know he and Denny and Bill are having a wonderful reunion. Heaven just got a lot more lively.
Bob, Judy, Phyllis Small, Mary Lou, Bill, Colleen Small, Nicole Small, Tom. Reunion in Oregon July, 2000. (Phyllis, Colleen & Nicole are newly found members of our family.
October 20, 2008
JANICE HODGE
October 20, 2008
JOHN,NANCY,NATE AND CHRISTINE,
JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW YOU ARE IN OUR THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS. SENDING OUR SINCERE SYMPATHY AND LOVE. KIRK,JANICE,NICHOLE AND ASHLEY
Kay Koehler
October 20, 2008
John, Nancy, Nathan and Christine: I'm in Nashville right now, but my thoughts and prayers are with you and your family. Love
Kay
Christmas in Pearisburg...with loved ones
October 19, 2008
October 19, 2008
Robert with sister Mary Lou, Brother Denny's wife Pat, brother Bill, sister Judy,and brother Tom
October 19, 2008
Granddad sharing his love of guitar with Calvin
October 19, 2008
Pat Ferris
October 19, 2008
John, Nancy & Family,
I am SO sorry to hear of your loss. I met your father and mother at the Music Shop long before I met you! They were always so hospitable, and offered so much help in getting all the music that I was looking for. When I met you, and connected the dots from you and your parents, it is clear to me now where the care and love that is so deeply rooted in your family came from. I have you all in my thoughts continuously. I love you, Nancy, Christine and Nathan very much, and if you need anything, please let me know.
First and foremost and ALWAYS your friend, as well as your fellow musician, for many years to come ...
Pat Ferris
Velina Bowen
October 19, 2008
Phyllis, John, Tracy, Iva Jean, Joaquita, Joaquin and family. I'm sorry to hear of Uncle Bob's passing. As we all know, he was a very gifted and family oriented man. If you need me, feel free to contact me.
Love,
Velina
Earl Tate
October 19, 2008
Our sincerest sympathies to Bob's family and friends. Haven't seen Bob since our high school days.
Robert Kirby
October 19, 2008
I grieve for the loss of Bob. We were
good friends.
Grace Jamison
October 19, 2008
I am so sorry for your loss. Mr. Bowen was an incredible man, and will forever live in our hearts. Please know that all of you are in my thoughts and prayers, and I am here always if you need anything.
Donna Smith
October 19, 2008
Sorry for the loss of another dear friend.
Donna Knox Smith...Class of 1953...Cherokee, Oklahoma
380 Hold Road
Tullahoma, Tennessee 37388
Kathy Fien
October 19, 2008
Dear Aunt Phyllis and family,
Our thoughts and prayers go out to all of you. Uncle Bob will be greatly missed... I'm sure he's up in Heaven playing his guitar with the choir and smiling down at us all.
We love you!
Gene, Kathy(Messelink), Justin, Jordan and Trevor Fien
Bob Merrill
October 19, 2008
You now have your wings my old and dearest friend. Go soar among the angels, and rest in the arms of God for all eternity.
SONIA EAVES
October 19, 2008
The entire,BOWEN family,so sorry to here of your loss,may god bless each of you,and may each heart heal quickly.
The Walkers, Joe & Donna
October 19, 2008
Tracy and all of the family,
You are all still in our prayers. The homecoming of one of God's children is music in Heaven. Your Dad will be greatly missed by all of you, but be assured that God is with you, and the Holy Spirit is ready to give you all comfort, and rest in knowing Robert is with his Heavenly Father in Heaven. God bless you all.
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