~A Tribute to Our Father, Bobby Lowery ~
** Sunrise: September 26, 1926 **
** Sunset: February 25, 1999 **
~ I respectfully request no one add pictures to this site without contacting me first ~
The story of our father is one of a life well lived. He was one of three children. Home meant his grandfather John Lowery's land along Lynn Gap and Dale Roads. His mother died when he was just six years old. He was a 19-year old Marine from the mountains of Mitchell County moving into an embattled Guam on a landing craft. He returned from the U.S.M.C in 1946 with his bride, Esther Delucca Lowery. They met in NY when he was in the Marines and she was in the U.S. Army. They were wonderful parents to us. No matter what role our father played he did it well. He was a very hard worker and worked from sun up to sun down.
During a slump in operations at the American Thread Plant daddy explored the possibility of a means of income to supplement his depleted paycheck. He decided to start a trout farm on his property. He purchased trout eggs and established a small business. Everything went wrong the first year and he lost all he had invested. However, with the encouragement of a State Fish Biologist in McDowell County, daddy tried again. Following the advice daddy started new operations and hatched 25,000 trout the first year of his renewed efforts. He learned by "trial and error" and gradually increased his knowledge and operations. My sister and I were recruited to feed the young trout daily. He built up his business to hatching 200,000 trout per year. He named his business Grassy Creek Trout Farm and raised both rainbow and brown trout. He held a license which permitted him to sell trout for stocking purposes for lakes, streams, and rivers. This business venture was a huge success for our daddy.
Our dad was a very busy man, in addition to his full time job at the American Thread Plant and his trout farm business, he worked along-side Swiss Villages's "A&E" committee (with responsibility for roads and water) and also provided wintertime security surveillance for homes in this area.
Our dad was respected for his integrity and he carried a good name. It was very important to our dad that the mention of his name called to mind a man of honor, one whose word meant something. Our father was also a loyal and dedicated Dallas Cowboys fan. He loved football.
Our dad could read people like a book and what amazed my sister and me he was never wrong. We remember daddy knew right away if the guys we dated in high school would cause us heartache and he was always right!
Daddy loved children and children loved daddy. He was a wonderful grandfather and great-grandfather. Additionally he was a loved husband, son, brother, brother-in-law and father-in-law.
He was preceded in death by his grandson,
Mark Taft Burnett
Our father did so much for so many. He did it quietly behind the scenes. No one knew. What was special was his sly smile when he was amused. Also, our dad could say so much with one perfectly delivered sentence. He also felt if you cannot say anything nice, do not say anything at all. He lived that. Our father was a Christian and he faithfully took us to church. He was a serious man with a fun side. He liked to pull harmless pranks on others and no one ever suspected he was the prankster! He was a gentleman and a gentle man. He rarely, if ever, yelled.
Daddy owned a registered draft horse, Lazy Valley Bess, who weighed close to a ton. Lazy Valley Bess was a prize winner at the Tennessee-Carolina Fair in TN and at the NC State Fair. Daddy helped create Old-time Christmases for many citizens when he and Lazy Valley Bess offered wagon rides and brought in Christmas trees loaded on a wagon behind a pair of Belgians. They were always front and center in many Christmas parades. They were the highlight of many community events.(Click on photos to see picture of Belgians)
Daddy had a rare kidney disease caused from complications of strep throat when he was a child. He was not a candidate for a transplant. During the last year of his life he began dialysis. A complication of dialysis was a stroke he suffered in January 1999. The stroke was debilitating and the strong man we knew became very weak. Our dad was very independent and to lose his independence was heartbreaking for him. He was not a candidate for rehabilitation due to the severity of the stroke. Daddy made the decision to enter Hospice and discontinue his dialysis. He died three days later on Thursday, February 25, 1999. The saddest day of our lives. Our daddy was our hero. He never let us down. Our thanks to him for always listening, caring, understanding and loving us, you will always be our hero. The greatest gift God gave us was you – We are very grateful and proud to call you our dad. . . .our hero.
Safely Home
I am home in heaven, dear ones;
Oh, so happy and so bright.
There is perfect joy and beauty
In this everlasting light.
All the pain and grief is over,
Every restless tossing passed.
I am now at peace forever,
Safely home in heaven at last.
Did you wonder I so calmly
Trod the valley of the shade?
Oh, but Jesus' love illumined
Every dark and fearful glade.
And He came Himself to meet me
In the way so hard to tread;
And with Jesus' arm to lean on
Could I have one doubt or dread?
Then you must not grieve so sorely,
For I love you dearly still.
Try to look beyond death's shadows;
Pray to trust our Father's will.
There is work still waiting for you,
So you must not idly stand.
Do it now while life remaineth;
You shall rest in Jesus' land.
When that work is all completed,
He will gently call you home.
Oh, the rapture of that meeting;
Oh, the joy to see you come.
~Author Unknown
Precious Memories by:
~Nell Lowery Burnett~
~Rosalie Lowery-Abell~
** Sunrise: September 26, 1926 **
** Sunset: February 25, 1999 **
~ I respectfully request no one add pictures to this site without contacting me first ~
The story of our father is one of a life well lived. He was one of three children. Home meant his grandfather John Lowery's land along Lynn Gap and Dale Roads. His mother died when he was just six years old. He was a 19-year old Marine from the mountains of Mitchell County moving into an embattled Guam on a landing craft. He returned from the U.S.M.C in 1946 with his bride, Esther Delucca Lowery. They met in NY when he was in the Marines and she was in the U.S. Army. They were wonderful parents to us. No matter what role our father played he did it well. He was a very hard worker and worked from sun up to sun down.
During a slump in operations at the American Thread Plant daddy explored the possibility of a means of income to supplement his depleted paycheck. He decided to start a trout farm on his property. He purchased trout eggs and established a small business. Everything went wrong the first year and he lost all he had invested. However, with the encouragement of a State Fish Biologist in McDowell County, daddy tried again. Following the advice daddy started new operations and hatched 25,000 trout the first year of his renewed efforts. He learned by "trial and error" and gradually increased his knowledge and operations. My sister and I were recruited to feed the young trout daily. He built up his business to hatching 200,000 trout per year. He named his business Grassy Creek Trout Farm and raised both rainbow and brown trout. He held a license which permitted him to sell trout for stocking purposes for lakes, streams, and rivers. This business venture was a huge success for our daddy.
Our dad was a very busy man, in addition to his full time job at the American Thread Plant and his trout farm business, he worked along-side Swiss Villages's "A&E" committee (with responsibility for roads and water) and also provided wintertime security surveillance for homes in this area.
Our dad was respected for his integrity and he carried a good name. It was very important to our dad that the mention of his name called to mind a man of honor, one whose word meant something. Our father was also a loyal and dedicated Dallas Cowboys fan. He loved football.
Our dad could read people like a book and what amazed my sister and me he was never wrong. We remember daddy knew right away if the guys we dated in high school would cause us heartache and he was always right!
Daddy loved children and children loved daddy. He was a wonderful grandfather and great-grandfather. Additionally he was a loved husband, son, brother, brother-in-law and father-in-law.
He was preceded in death by his grandson,
Mark Taft Burnett
Our father did so much for so many. He did it quietly behind the scenes. No one knew. What was special was his sly smile when he was amused. Also, our dad could say so much with one perfectly delivered sentence. He also felt if you cannot say anything nice, do not say anything at all. He lived that. Our father was a Christian and he faithfully took us to church. He was a serious man with a fun side. He liked to pull harmless pranks on others and no one ever suspected he was the prankster! He was a gentleman and a gentle man. He rarely, if ever, yelled.
Daddy owned a registered draft horse, Lazy Valley Bess, who weighed close to a ton. Lazy Valley Bess was a prize winner at the Tennessee-Carolina Fair in TN and at the NC State Fair. Daddy helped create Old-time Christmases for many citizens when he and Lazy Valley Bess offered wagon rides and brought in Christmas trees loaded on a wagon behind a pair of Belgians. They were always front and center in many Christmas parades. They were the highlight of many community events.(Click on photos to see picture of Belgians)
Daddy had a rare kidney disease caused from complications of strep throat when he was a child. He was not a candidate for a transplant. During the last year of his life he began dialysis. A complication of dialysis was a stroke he suffered in January 1999. The stroke was debilitating and the strong man we knew became very weak. Our dad was very independent and to lose his independence was heartbreaking for him. He was not a candidate for rehabilitation due to the severity of the stroke. Daddy made the decision to enter Hospice and discontinue his dialysis. He died three days later on Thursday, February 25, 1999. The saddest day of our lives. Our daddy was our hero. He never let us down. Our thanks to him for always listening, caring, understanding and loving us, you will always be our hero. The greatest gift God gave us was you – We are very grateful and proud to call you our dad. . . .our hero.
Safely Home
I am home in heaven, dear ones;
Oh, so happy and so bright.
There is perfect joy and beauty
In this everlasting light.
All the pain and grief is over,
Every restless tossing passed.
I am now at peace forever,
Safely home in heaven at last.
Did you wonder I so calmly
Trod the valley of the shade?
Oh, but Jesus' love illumined
Every dark and fearful glade.
And He came Himself to meet me
In the way so hard to tread;
And with Jesus' arm to lean on
Could I have one doubt or dread?
Then you must not grieve so sorely,
For I love you dearly still.
Try to look beyond death's shadows;
Pray to trust our Father's will.
There is work still waiting for you,
So you must not idly stand.
Do it now while life remaineth;
You shall rest in Jesus' land.
When that work is all completed,
He will gently call you home.
Oh, the rapture of that meeting;
Oh, the joy to see you come.
~Author Unknown
Precious Memories by:
~Nell Lowery Burnett~
~Rosalie Lowery-Abell~
~A Tribute to Our Father, Bobby Lowery ~
** Sunrise: September 26, 1926 **
** Sunset: February 25, 1999 **
~ I respectfully request no one add pictures to this site without contacting me first ~
The story of our father is one of a life well lived. He was one of three children. Home meant his grandfather John Lowery's land along Lynn Gap and Dale Roads. His mother died when he was just six years old. He was a 19-year old Marine from the mountains of Mitchell County moving into an embattled Guam on a landing craft. He returned from the U.S.M.C in 1946 with his bride, Esther Delucca Lowery. They met in NY when he was in the Marines and she was in the U.S. Army. They were wonderful parents to us. No matter what role our father played he did it well. He was a very hard worker and worked from sun up to sun down.
During a slump in operations at the American Thread Plant daddy explored the possibility of a means of income to supplement his depleted paycheck. He decided to start a trout farm on his property. He purchased trout eggs and established a small business. Everything went wrong the first year and he lost all he had invested. However, with the encouragement of a State Fish Biologist in McDowell County, daddy tried again. Following the advice daddy started new operations and hatched 25,000 trout the first year of his renewed efforts. He learned by "trial and error" and gradually increased his knowledge and operations. My sister and I were recruited to feed the young trout daily. He built up his business to hatching 200,000 trout per year. He named his business Grassy Creek Trout Farm and raised both rainbow and brown trout. He held a license which permitted him to sell trout for stocking purposes for lakes, streams, and rivers. This business venture was a huge success for our daddy.
Our dad was a very busy man, in addition to his full time job at the American Thread Plant and his trout farm business, he worked along-side Swiss Villages's "A&E" committee (with responsibility for roads and water) and also provided wintertime security surveillance for homes in this area.
Our dad was respected for his integrity and he carried a good name. It was very important to our dad that the mention of his name called to mind a man of honor, one whose word meant something. Our father was also a loyal and dedicated Dallas Cowboys fan. He loved football.
Our dad could read people like a book and what amazed my sister and me he was never wrong. We remember daddy knew right away if the guys we dated in high school would cause us heartache and he was always right!
Daddy loved children and children loved daddy. He was a wonderful grandfather and great-grandfather. Additionally he was a loved husband, son, brother, brother-in-law and father-in-law.
He was preceded in death by his grandson,
Mark Taft Burnett
Our father did so much for so many. He did it quietly behind the scenes. No one knew. What was special was his sly smile when he was amused. Also, our dad could say so much with one perfectly delivered sentence. He also felt if you cannot say anything nice, do not say anything at all. He lived that. Our father was a Christian and he faithfully took us to church. He was a serious man with a fun side. He liked to pull harmless pranks on others and no one ever suspected he was the prankster! He was a gentleman and a gentle man. He rarely, if ever, yelled.
Daddy owned a registered draft horse, Lazy Valley Bess, who weighed close to a ton. Lazy Valley Bess was a prize winner at the Tennessee-Carolina Fair in TN and at the NC State Fair. Daddy helped create Old-time Christmases for many citizens when he and Lazy Valley Bess offered wagon rides and brought in Christmas trees loaded on a wagon behind a pair of Belgians. They were always front and center in many Christmas parades. They were the highlight of many community events.(Click on photos to see picture of Belgians)
Daddy had a rare kidney disease caused from complications of strep throat when he was a child. He was not a candidate for a transplant. During the last year of his life he began dialysis. A complication of dialysis was a stroke he suffered in January 1999. The stroke was debilitating and the strong man we knew became very weak. Our dad was very independent and to lose his independence was heartbreaking for him. He was not a candidate for rehabilitation due to the severity of the stroke. Daddy made the decision to enter Hospice and discontinue his dialysis. He died three days later on Thursday, February 25, 1999. The saddest day of our lives. Our daddy was our hero. He never let us down. Our thanks to him for always listening, caring, understanding and loving us, you will always be our hero. The greatest gift God gave us was you – We are very grateful and proud to call you our dad. . . .our hero.
Safely Home
I am home in heaven, dear ones;
Oh, so happy and so bright.
There is perfect joy and beauty
In this everlasting light.
All the pain and grief is over,
Every restless tossing passed.
I am now at peace forever,
Safely home in heaven at last.
Did you wonder I so calmly
Trod the valley of the shade?
Oh, but Jesus' love illumined
Every dark and fearful glade.
And He came Himself to meet me
In the way so hard to tread;
And with Jesus' arm to lean on
Could I have one doubt or dread?
Then you must not grieve so sorely,
For I love you dearly still.
Try to look beyond death's shadows;
Pray to trust our Father's will.
There is work still waiting for you,
So you must not idly stand.
Do it now while life remaineth;
You shall rest in Jesus' land.
When that work is all completed,
He will gently call you home.
Oh, the rapture of that meeting;
Oh, the joy to see you come.
~Author Unknown
Precious Memories by:
~Nell Lowery Burnett~
~Rosalie Lowery-Abell~
** Sunrise: September 26, 1926 **
** Sunset: February 25, 1999 **
~ I respectfully request no one add pictures to this site without contacting me first ~
The story of our father is one of a life well lived. He was one of three children. Home meant his grandfather John Lowery's land along Lynn Gap and Dale Roads. His mother died when he was just six years old. He was a 19-year old Marine from the mountains of Mitchell County moving into an embattled Guam on a landing craft. He returned from the U.S.M.C in 1946 with his bride, Esther Delucca Lowery. They met in NY when he was in the Marines and she was in the U.S. Army. They were wonderful parents to us. No matter what role our father played he did it well. He was a very hard worker and worked from sun up to sun down.
During a slump in operations at the American Thread Plant daddy explored the possibility of a means of income to supplement his depleted paycheck. He decided to start a trout farm on his property. He purchased trout eggs and established a small business. Everything went wrong the first year and he lost all he had invested. However, with the encouragement of a State Fish Biologist in McDowell County, daddy tried again. Following the advice daddy started new operations and hatched 25,000 trout the first year of his renewed efforts. He learned by "trial and error" and gradually increased his knowledge and operations. My sister and I were recruited to feed the young trout daily. He built up his business to hatching 200,000 trout per year. He named his business Grassy Creek Trout Farm and raised both rainbow and brown trout. He held a license which permitted him to sell trout for stocking purposes for lakes, streams, and rivers. This business venture was a huge success for our daddy.
Our dad was a very busy man, in addition to his full time job at the American Thread Plant and his trout farm business, he worked along-side Swiss Villages's "A&E" committee (with responsibility for roads and water) and also provided wintertime security surveillance for homes in this area.
Our dad was respected for his integrity and he carried a good name. It was very important to our dad that the mention of his name called to mind a man of honor, one whose word meant something. Our father was also a loyal and dedicated Dallas Cowboys fan. He loved football.
Our dad could read people like a book and what amazed my sister and me he was never wrong. We remember daddy knew right away if the guys we dated in high school would cause us heartache and he was always right!
Daddy loved children and children loved daddy. He was a wonderful grandfather and great-grandfather. Additionally he was a loved husband, son, brother, brother-in-law and father-in-law.
He was preceded in death by his grandson,
Mark Taft Burnett
Our father did so much for so many. He did it quietly behind the scenes. No one knew. What was special was his sly smile when he was amused. Also, our dad could say so much with one perfectly delivered sentence. He also felt if you cannot say anything nice, do not say anything at all. He lived that. Our father was a Christian and he faithfully took us to church. He was a serious man with a fun side. He liked to pull harmless pranks on others and no one ever suspected he was the prankster! He was a gentleman and a gentle man. He rarely, if ever, yelled.
Daddy owned a registered draft horse, Lazy Valley Bess, who weighed close to a ton. Lazy Valley Bess was a prize winner at the Tennessee-Carolina Fair in TN and at the NC State Fair. Daddy helped create Old-time Christmases for many citizens when he and Lazy Valley Bess offered wagon rides and brought in Christmas trees loaded on a wagon behind a pair of Belgians. They were always front and center in many Christmas parades. They were the highlight of many community events.(Click on photos to see picture of Belgians)
Daddy had a rare kidney disease caused from complications of strep throat when he was a child. He was not a candidate for a transplant. During the last year of his life he began dialysis. A complication of dialysis was a stroke he suffered in January 1999. The stroke was debilitating and the strong man we knew became very weak. Our dad was very independent and to lose his independence was heartbreaking for him. He was not a candidate for rehabilitation due to the severity of the stroke. Daddy made the decision to enter Hospice and discontinue his dialysis. He died three days later on Thursday, February 25, 1999. The saddest day of our lives. Our daddy was our hero. He never let us down. Our thanks to him for always listening, caring, understanding and loving us, you will always be our hero. The greatest gift God gave us was you – We are very grateful and proud to call you our dad. . . .our hero.
Safely Home
I am home in heaven, dear ones;
Oh, so happy and so bright.
There is perfect joy and beauty
In this everlasting light.
All the pain and grief is over,
Every restless tossing passed.
I am now at peace forever,
Safely home in heaven at last.
Did you wonder I so calmly
Trod the valley of the shade?
Oh, but Jesus' love illumined
Every dark and fearful glade.
And He came Himself to meet me
In the way so hard to tread;
And with Jesus' arm to lean on
Could I have one doubt or dread?
Then you must not grieve so sorely,
For I love you dearly still.
Try to look beyond death's shadows;
Pray to trust our Father's will.
There is work still waiting for you,
So you must not idly stand.
Do it now while life remaineth;
You shall rest in Jesus' land.
When that work is all completed,
He will gently call you home.
Oh, the rapture of that meeting;
Oh, the joy to see you come.
~Author Unknown
Precious Memories by:
~Nell Lowery Burnett~
~Rosalie Lowery-Abell~
