Bill was a father of 2. Me I'm the oldest My name is Beth (Bowen) King & my brother Jesse Bowen. He has 4 grandchildren, Makayla Bowen-8 yrs, Ian King-6 yrs, Irelyn King-4 yrs & Zander Woodrow-Bowen 2 yrs. He was married for 25 years to Joyce (Cutchall) Bowen. He moved to KY to be with ailing mother.
He survived By Daughter Beth (Mike) King, Son Jesse Bowen, all 4 grand kids, Joyce Bowen, Mother Edythe Bowen, 2 Sisters Thelma (Dennis) New & Colleen Bowen, 1 Brother Keith (Gloria) Bowen, & many other family members and tons of friends. He is preceded in death by his Father James Bowen 8-3-84 and his older Brother Carl Bowen Sr. 11-18-09.
He always told me he wished he could clone himself so he could be in KY with him mom and in MI to be with his Grand-kids. His grand-kids were his hole world. And reminded them of that on a daily basis with a phone call or a chat over the computer, via web cam.
But he loved all kids, in fact when he became a Shriner he immediately joined a shrine clown unit as Dr. Stil ;) He was a member of the F & AM Alma Lodge 244. 32nd degree Master Mason, Past Master, & last chair in office held was Chaplin. He was also Honorably discharged as a full active Soldier in the U. S. NAVY.
My Dad had an answer for everything. And if he wasn't sure he wound make it up and it would always work out in the end. He was probably the smartest man I knew. He knew everything about everything. We could set down and have some of the most intelligent conversations, just cause Dad knew what he was talking about, and if he wasn't sure he would research it.
If there is anything anyone would like to add let me know. I will be happy to put your memories of my Dad on here.
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I am William P.(Bill) Bowen's older sister Thelma, I am pleased my niece Beth Ann found this site to honor my brother, her dad. Bill was a clown all his life, he was always smiling or telling a joke. He and his brother Keith were nearly inseparable, as Keith tells it like twins. Bill was a real character about 7 years old, Grandma Martinez from down the street came to mom and said can I buy some of those hot peppers Bill sold me. Mom said I don't sell them, grandma Martinez said I gave Bill a few dollars for them and I'd like to buy more. Mom said I'll give them to you. That is just one of the clever things Bill did as a child growing up at home. Bill was always compassionate kid, the day his beagle dog Bell didn't come home from hunting with dad he set out looking for her and to no avail she was gone. He came home crying. Weeks later we were outside and she came walking down the street. He was screaming mom, mom it's Bell she's came home, in tears, it was like a "Lassie" story. Bell came home. Years later, Bill lived with me in Florida. In 1978 he had his first heart attack, on I-4 they called me to come get him from the hospital. He said I'm going home, take me to I-75 and I'll hitch-hike. Unkie Bill hugged his Kristin, my daughter, and cried. He said now drive away I'll call you when I get there. Less than 12 hours later he called said I'm home. A truck drive took him all the way to Michigan, he said love you sis, see you soon. The next time I saw him was 1984. While in KY he said he was a Freedom Rider, and went on Poker Runs for the kids. His life was devoted to kids and to his grandchildren. As I dedicate these few stories to my brother's memorial, no bars hold, I cry. He is missed by all, but the Lord has better plans for him. He was a Special Angel to everyone he met. Bill never met a stranger, like our dad once you met him you never forget him. I know he watches over us in our troubled times and all times. We love you Bill. Your Sister, Thelma