EDWARD FRANCIS BOWDEN

In Loving Memory Of EDWARD FRANCIS BOWDEN Aug. 9, 1923 – Nov. 11, 2004 You wore many hats in the years I knew you, always with a smile. Early on you were my babysitter, chauffeur while I sang “Ocean Front Property,” and airplane pilot in the hallway at Orland. As a ‘good cook’ you fixed meals for us grandkids, even if it meant visiting McDonald’s. On the shores of Alamoosook you were our Indian guide, and at the Alfond you instilled in us a love for the lady Black Bears. A Pemetic boy at heart, you were a loyal Vikings fan on soccer fields and cross country courses. In Belfast you became Driver’s Ed, and your calmness after I missed a stop sign (or two) still amazes me. You were invaluable in making both my Eagle Scout award and Gettysburg education realities, and your generosity in taking me and Mike to Europe speaks for itself. I’m thankful for the experience of painting with you last summer, and I’ll never forget that you worked circles around me. All along you were my ironman, my mentor and my friend. I’ll always be proud to say I’m Eddie Bowden’s grandson. Thanks for everything, Papa. Love, Steve