Herman E. Mowry
May 17, 1934 - March 14, 2015
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Herman E. Mowry
May 17, 1934 - March 14, 2015
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Herman E. Mowry
5-17-1934 to 3-14-2015
Herman passed away peacefully in his sleep at the age of 80 years young, due to Cardiopulmonary arrest. He was born in East Woodstock, CT to Irving Mowry and Irene Coderre.
Herman proudly served in the U.S. Navy during the Korean War interpreting Morse code and teaching English. He was stationed in Washington, Guam and Japan. When he returned home, he met and married his first wife, Priscilla, and while raising their family, moved back and forth across the country when employment took him to new management opportunities in plastics manufacturing.
During a hospitalization, he met his second wife, Dorothy. They were married in a double ceremony, with his youngest sister, on his mother’s birthday, 25 years ago. Their years together have been devoted to each other, their families and friends, at countless events and celebrations.
Herman enjoyed learning new things. His sharp mind and quick wit entertained anyone close enough to hear his stories. He looked forward to lively conversations on any topic and would not hesitate to share his opinion.
Herman found pleasure in many interests and hobbies, including sailing, golfing, skiing, dancing, bird watching, and vicariously living through his grandchildren’s lives to keep up his youthful spirit.
In addition to his wife Dorothy, Herman leaves behind his children, Elizabeth Weaver, Jo-Ann Day (Steven), Bruce Mowry (Patti), grandchildren, Braden and Ryan Ouellet; his brothers Irving Jr. and Warren, his sisters, Irene, June and Eleanor; his stepchildren, Lyn, Mark, Sharon, Annette, Doreen and Jan and their spouses, children and grandchildren, and not to be forgotten, his beloved dog Rufus.
Herman is predeceased by his daughter Kim and sister, Evelyn.
A funeral mass will take place at St. Kilian’s Catholic Church, 26872 Estanciero Dr, Mission Viejo on Tuesday, March 31, 2015 at 10:30am. Immediately following, please join the family in a luncheon celebration of Herman’s life at the Elk’s Lodge, 25092 Marguerite Pkwy, Mission Viejo.
A graveside service and interment will take place at Miramar National Cemetery, 5795 Nobel Dr, San Diego on Wednesday, April 1, 2015 at 2:30pm.
In lieu of flowers, the family suggests donations be made in Herman’s memory to a Veterans organization or the Elk’s Lodge, Mission Viejo.
23 responses to Herman E. Mowry
Deborah-Lynn Senger says:
March 31, 2015
Lit a candle in memory of Herman E. Mowry
Deborah-Lynn Senger says:
March 31, 2015
Thank you dear Godfather for watching over me as a young woman. You live in our hearts 4-Ever. You will be missed, but while you were here you loved, and were loved by all who knew you. See You in Heaven.
Your Niece, Deborah-Lynn XOXO
Deborah-Lynn Senger says:
March 31, 2015
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ELEANOR EDDINGTON says:
April 1, 2015
Ok Herman it’s time for me to tattle on one of the ways you fondly earned the title from some if not all of your brothers and sisters over the years.
o
One day my sister and I were going to visit you and you informed us that you had some errands to run and might not be home when we arrive. So we were to just go into the house and make ourselves at home til you returned.
When we arrived sure enough you weren’t back yet so since it was a nice day we decided to wait in your back yard. You always had beautiful yds, we opened the gate and proceeded into the yard.(L shaped) we walked so far in & then turned left when I started to say “aw……..there’s Herman’s du……..Ow!, ow!ow, stop it!, get away!” My sister started to say “what”s wrong? when suddenly she started repeating my phrases “Ow”get out of here.” Of course this made me start laughing uncontrollably. (like when you see someone fall in the snow and while you’re asking if they’re ok you double over with laughter.)
Now the duck had us corralled and was biting the back of our legs (very painful to say the least) We were young and had short shorts on. My sister said “it’s not funny” To which I replied “Well actually it kinda is.” As soon as I uttered these words the duck whipped his head around towards me with a look of “did I tell you-you could speak?” Now it was my turn again with the “ows” at which time my sister said “you”re right it is kinda funny.” I thought not!
We were at the point of no return, the gate was too far back and the patio door was too far forward. (big yard-just our luck)
I saw the patio table and said let’s try to run for it and climb on top. (Did you know that ducks can fly up onto a patio table?)We were quick to learn that! We tried hitting it with our hands and yep…….ow, ow, ow it kept biting our hands. By this time we had no laughter going on but rather you could hear screams of pain which incidently didn’t bother the duck in the least. I thought that to be rather insensitive on his part.
Ta-dah out from the patio door here comes Herman saying”what are you girls doing on my patio table?” Of course Mr. innocent duck was standing ever so sweetly beside his master. You could almost see the smile on his stupid little beak!We both turned pointed to the back of our black and blue legs and hands when he started with his typical silly grin (I just realized it’s the same look he has in this picture.)
He proceeded to tell us we should have gone in the front door. And that this was his “watch duck”. He totally on the spot made up this elaborate story of how he trained this duck to attack. This story went on and on while we sat with our ice packs.
With great love we proceeded to whisper terms of endearment to him such as “Herman you idiot! you jackass! why didn’t you tell us not to go into the back yard? “That’s the meanest duck I’ve ever seen. (There’s that Herman grin again!) I won’t repeat what we called the duck. We are a family that loves all animals. but that duck made us forget that temporarily.
A short time later when Herman had to get rid of the duck because it was sooooo mean he had the nerve to tell us he gave it to the military. Because they were starting a new program training ducks to attack the enemy. REALLY, HERMAN!
The title he accepted with pride was Master of B.S. stories.
I miss those stories so much already but—–I will always have and love and cherish the memories
.I LOVE YOU
Shelly Maynard says:
April 1, 2015
What will I miss about Herman? I will miss the outrageous stories, suggestive innuendos, arguments over rules for Mexican Train, discussions, witty comments & banter, advice, and that beautiful smile. Herman was a gentleman in his actions regardless of the ungentlemanly things that came from his mind & mouth. He was generous to a fault, both with his time & his wallet. Never was there a time Herman didn’t leave me smiling or in hysterical laughter no matter the circumstance. I am sad for the loss but grateful for the gifts of knowing Herman. My condolences to all of the family. Shelly Maynard