Callie was the son of Samuel and Viola (Proctor) Fowler. Callie married Bessie Golden Holland April 21, 1934 in Spartanburg Co., South Carolina. They are the parents of Mary Louise, John Thomas and Edna Viola.
My grandfather was a hard working, wonderful, loving man, who always put his family first. His mother dies when he was 12, and he went to live with his aunt and uncle. They gave him a patch of land to farm and a wagon. So he grew vegetables and would haul them into town to sell. When it was hot, he would take his little wagon to the ice house and get the ice chips for near nothing, and hurry on to sell the chips to his neighbors, who couldnt afford ice, but would have pennies for the chips.
When he was 18 he went to work in the mill, he met my grandmother at a church camp meeting on Valentines day, and they were married in April. He said he had met the love of his life, so there was no need to wait. They were married 68 years. All of which he treated my grandma like a queen.
He adored his family, and looked after each and every one of us.
After he marrried he was constantly looking for more things to learn to do. He never had an education, so he self taught himself everything. He worked on radios,and televisions, and really anything else that needed to be fixed. If he didnt know how, he would "study" on it until he figured it out. He also learned to build houses, and make cabinets, which is what he did in the later years.
He thought the most important thing a man should do was to take care of his family.
He also loved to cook, and would cater dinners to different businesses, he built a little house in their yard, that had stoves and seats and tables, where he would cook for the family to all gather and eat. When he found time on his hands, he started having Friday night suppers there for all his friends, he and my grandmother would cook for 2 days, then all sorts of people would come, from Judges, to game wardens, teachers, he said if I cook they will come, and they certainly did. He loved people.
He had a stroke from diabetes in 1999, as we were walking thru Home Depot. It affected his mind, rather than paralizing him. I took him home not realizing that was what had happened, when he didnt know who my grandmother was, I knew it was time to go the the hospital. He never came home, he got some better, but had to go to a nursing home, where he stayed for the next 4 years.
On January 6th of 2002 he got sicker, and we knew this was it. It took nearly 2 weeks before I could tell him it was ok to go. On the 21st as I sat up with him, I finally found the peace to tell him we would be ok, and his work here was done, but he had to wait for my grandmother to get there. My mom brought her in and I told him she was here, so he took a last sigh, and went home to be with our Lord.
He is missed every single day. And we loved him dearly.
I came across this saying and thought it fitting to add to your page..to maybe explain one of the reasons you are and were "MY HERO"..
Hero: A person who does what has to be done, when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences..
My grandfather was a hard working, wonderful, loving man, who always put his family first. His mother dies when he was 12, and he went to live with his aunt and uncle. They gave him a patch of land to farm and a wagon. So he grew vegetables and would haul them into town to sell. When it was hot, he would take his little wagon to the ice house and get the ice chips for near nothing, and hurry on to sell the chips to his neighbors, who couldnt afford ice, but would have pennies for the chips.
When he was 18 he went to work in the mill, he met my grandmother at a church camp meeting on Valentines day, and they were married in April. He said he had met the love of his life, so there was no need to wait. They were married 68 years. All of which he treated my grandma like a queen.
He adored his family, and looked after each and every one of us.
After he marrried he was constantly looking for more things to learn to do. He never had an education, so he self taught himself everything. He worked on radios,and televisions, and really anything else that needed to be fixed. If he didnt know how, he would "study" on it until he figured it out. He also learned to build houses, and make cabinets, which is what he did in the later years.
He thought the most important thing a man should do was to take care of his family.
He also loved to cook, and would cater dinners to different businesses, he built a little house in their yard, that had stoves and seats and tables, where he would cook for the family to all gather and eat. When he found time on his hands, he started having Friday night suppers there for all his friends, he and my grandmother would cook for 2 days, then all sorts of people would come, from Judges, to game wardens, teachers, he said if I cook they will come, and they certainly did. He loved people.
He had a stroke from diabetes in 1999, as we were walking thru Home Depot. It affected his mind, rather than paralizing him. I took him home not realizing that was what had happened, when he didnt know who my grandmother was, I knew it was time to go the the hospital. He never came home, he got some better, but had to go to a nursing home, where he stayed for the next 4 years.
On January 6th of 2002 he got sicker, and we knew this was it. It took nearly 2 weeks before I could tell him it was ok to go. On the 21st as I sat up with him, I finally found the peace to tell him we would be ok, and his work here was done, but he had to wait for my grandmother to get there. My mom brought her in and I told him she was here, so he took a last sigh, and went home to be with our Lord.
He is missed every single day. And we loved him dearly.
I came across this saying and thought it fitting to add to your page..to maybe explain one of the reasons you are and were "MY HERO"..
Hero: A person who does what has to be done, when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences..
Callie was the son of Samuel and Viola (Proctor) Fowler. Callie married Bessie Golden Holland April 21, 1934 in Spartanburg Co., South Carolina. They are the parents of Mary Louise, John Thomas and Edna Viola.
My grandfather was a hard working, wonderful, loving man, who always put his family first. His mother dies when he was 12, and he went to live with his aunt and uncle. They gave him a patch of land to farm and a wagon. So he grew vegetables and would haul them into town to sell. When it was hot, he would take his little wagon to the ice house and get the ice chips for near nothing, and hurry on to sell the chips to his neighbors, who couldnt afford ice, but would have pennies for the chips.
When he was 18 he went to work in the mill, he met my grandmother at a church camp meeting on Valentines day, and they were married in April. He said he had met the love of his life, so there was no need to wait. They were married 68 years. All of which he treated my grandma like a queen.
He adored his family, and looked after each and every one of us.
After he marrried he was constantly looking for more things to learn to do. He never had an education, so he self taught himself everything. He worked on radios,and televisions, and really anything else that needed to be fixed. If he didnt know how, he would "study" on it until he figured it out. He also learned to build houses, and make cabinets, which is what he did in the later years.
He thought the most important thing a man should do was to take care of his family.
He also loved to cook, and would cater dinners to different businesses, he built a little house in their yard, that had stoves and seats and tables, where he would cook for the family to all gather and eat. When he found time on his hands, he started having Friday night suppers there for all his friends, he and my grandmother would cook for 2 days, then all sorts of people would come, from Judges, to game wardens, teachers, he said if I cook they will come, and they certainly did. He loved people.
He had a stroke from diabetes in 1999, as we were walking thru Home Depot. It affected his mind, rather than paralizing him. I took him home not realizing that was what had happened, when he didnt know who my grandmother was, I knew it was time to go the the hospital. He never came home, he got some better, but had to go to a nursing home, where he stayed for the next 4 years.
On January 6th of 2002 he got sicker, and we knew this was it. It took nearly 2 weeks before I could tell him it was ok to go. On the 21st as I sat up with him, I finally found the peace to tell him we would be ok, and his work here was done, but he had to wait for my grandmother to get there. My mom brought her in and I told him she was here, so he took a last sigh, and went home to be with our Lord.
He is missed every single day. And we loved him dearly.
I came across this saying and thought it fitting to add to your page..to maybe explain one of the reasons you are and were "MY HERO"..
Hero: A person who does what has to be done, when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences..
My grandfather was a hard working, wonderful, loving man, who always put his family first. His mother dies when he was 12, and he went to live with his aunt and uncle. They gave him a patch of land to farm and a wagon. So he grew vegetables and would haul them into town to sell. When it was hot, he would take his little wagon to the ice house and get the ice chips for near nothing, and hurry on to sell the chips to his neighbors, who couldnt afford ice, but would have pennies for the chips.
When he was 18 he went to work in the mill, he met my grandmother at a church camp meeting on Valentines day, and they were married in April. He said he had met the love of his life, so there was no need to wait. They were married 68 years. All of which he treated my grandma like a queen.
He adored his family, and looked after each and every one of us.
After he marrried he was constantly looking for more things to learn to do. He never had an education, so he self taught himself everything. He worked on radios,and televisions, and really anything else that needed to be fixed. If he didnt know how, he would "study" on it until he figured it out. He also learned to build houses, and make cabinets, which is what he did in the later years.
He thought the most important thing a man should do was to take care of his family.
He also loved to cook, and would cater dinners to different businesses, he built a little house in their yard, that had stoves and seats and tables, where he would cook for the family to all gather and eat. When he found time on his hands, he started having Friday night suppers there for all his friends, he and my grandmother would cook for 2 days, then all sorts of people would come, from Judges, to game wardens, teachers, he said if I cook they will come, and they certainly did. He loved people.
He had a stroke from diabetes in 1999, as we were walking thru Home Depot. It affected his mind, rather than paralizing him. I took him home not realizing that was what had happened, when he didnt know who my grandmother was, I knew it was time to go the the hospital. He never came home, he got some better, but had to go to a nursing home, where he stayed for the next 4 years.
On January 6th of 2002 he got sicker, and we knew this was it. It took nearly 2 weeks before I could tell him it was ok to go. On the 21st as I sat up with him, I finally found the peace to tell him we would be ok, and his work here was done, but he had to wait for my grandmother to get there. My mom brought her in and I told him she was here, so he took a last sigh, and went home to be with our Lord.
He is missed every single day. And we loved him dearly.
I came across this saying and thought it fitting to add to your page..to maybe explain one of the reasons you are and were "MY HERO"..
Hero: A person who does what has to be done, when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences..
