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Mervin Keith "Hotrod/Bud" Rowell
Birth: Sep. 22, 1921
Nyack
Rockland County
New York, USA
Death: Jan. 3, 2002
Maryland, USA

Mervin K. Rowell of West Haverstraw, died Wednesday, January 3, 2002 at Bayside Nursing Center in Lexington Park, MD, he was 80. Mervin was born September 22, 1921 in Central Nyack to Mervin Leroy Rowell Sr. and Helen Goldbach (Phillips)Rowell.He served in WWII in the United States Army and retired from Lederle Labs. Mervin was a member of Leo Laders American Legion Post in West Haverstraw. He was predeceased by his daughter Cynthia Ann Rowell and son Michael K. Rowell. Mervin is survived by his wife of 54 years Mary Eleanor Hand Rowell, sons, Anthony/Carla of Maryland and Tom of Montrose, daughters Ethel/Paul Hadeler of Pearl River and Linda/ Junior Reuss of Hopewell, Virginia. He is also survived by his brother Kenneth/Rose of Nyack, sisters Jean Harris of Texas, Virginia/Joel Levan of Georgia and Wanda Morrison of Haverstraw, many nieces, nephews, and cousins, and grandchildren. Friends may call Sunday 7-9 pm only at the T.J. McGowan Sons Funeral Home, Garnerville. Mervin's Mass of Christian Burial will be celebrated on Monday at 10:15 am in St. Gregory Barbarigo Church. Burial to follow and military honors in F.W. Loescher Veterans Cemetery, New Hempstead, NY.


Rest in Peace My Hero He was getting old and paunchy And his hair was falling fast, And he sat around the Legion, Telling stories of the past. Of a war that he once fought in And the deeds that he had done, In his exploits with his buddies; They were heroes, every one. And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors His tales became a joke, All his buddies listened quietly For they knew where of he spoke. But we'll hear his tales no longer, For ol' Bud has passed away, And the world's a little poorer For a Soldier died today. He won't be mourned by many, Just his children and his wife. For he lived an ordinary, Very quiet sort of life. He held a job and raised a family, Going quietly on his way; And the world won't note his passing, Tho a Soldier died today. When politicians leave this earth, Their bodies lie in state, While thousands note their passing, And proclaim that they were great. Papers tell of their life stories From the time that they were young But the passing of a Soldier Goes unnoticed, and unsung. Is the greatest contribution To the welfare of our land, Some jerk who breaks his promise And cons his fellow man? Or the ordinary fellow Who in times of war and strife, Goes off to serve his country And offers up his life? The politician's stipend And the style in which he lives, Are often disproportionate, To the service that he gives. While the ordinary Soldier, Who offered up his all, Is paid off with a medal And perhaps a pension, small. It's so easy to forget them, For it is so many times That our Bobs and Jims and Johnnys, Went to battle, but we know, It is not the politicians With their compromise and ploys, Who won for us the freedom That our country now enjoys. Should you find yourself in danger, With your enemies at hand, Would you really want some cop-out, With his ever waffling stand? Or would you want a Soldier-- His home, his country, his kin, Just a common Soldier, Who would fight until the end. He was just a common Soldier, And his ranks are growing thin, But his presence should remind us We may need his like again. For when countries are in conflict, We find the Soldier's part Is to clean up all the troubles That the politicians start. If we cannot do him honor While he's here to hear the praise, Then at least let's give him homage At the ending of his days. Perhaps just a simply headline In the paper that might say: "OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING, A SOLDIER DIED TODAY." by A. Lawrence Vaincourt


This was my Dad. He was a great man in the eyes of his children. I was one of 2 girls that he along with his wife took in as foster children.My sister and I spent 11 wonderful years with the Rowell family of Garnerville.Dad was always there for us. He would go face to face with the neighbors over us being his kids not foster kids:) He put us through the best schools working 2 jobs. He put braces on our teeth when the state wouldn't.Sent us to Catholic school paying the tution.Even after my sister and I were returned to our family we were still his daughters.
I remember my first dance on his toes at a basement wedding for his friend Tony Carlio,I rmember him carrying me on his shouldars in Nyack Hospital when I had the croup,he attended my first wedding,he took care of my daughter and declared her his grand daughter :)I loved him greatly and though I missed being close his last few years he never left my heart. I know he rest in the arms of his Lord. 
 
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 Parents:
  Mervin Leroy Rowell (1892 - 1968)
  Helen Mae Goldbach Rowell (1901 - 1971)
 
 Spouse:
  Mary Eleanor Hand Rowell (1925 - 2012)
 
 Children:
  Cynthia Anne Rowell (1952 - 1953)*
  Michael Keith Rowell (1953 - 1999)*
 
*Calculated relationship
 
Note: Section E-Row 11-Plot 3
 
Burial:
Frederick Loescher Veterans Memorial Cemetery
New Hempstead
Rockland County
New York, USA
Plot: 3
 
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Record added: Feb 23, 2010
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- Maggieღ
 Added: Sep. 22, 2014
I still call you Daddy I miss u forever in my heart.
- E.Rowell
 Added: Feb. 14, 2014

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