THE HISTORY
of
DOCK SAMUEL and LILLIAN CANADY LOWE
DOCK SAMUEL LOWE was one of eight children born to Alex and Georgia Lowe, who at one time lived in Watkinsville, Georgia. He was raised along with his brothers and sisters in Gainesville, Georgia.
LILLIAN was one of two children born to Wesley and Mattie Canady. She was born and raised on a farm near LaGrange, Georgia.
She was a high school graduate, and he was a graduate of Tuskegee Institute, in Alabama. He was ten years her senior. Both of their parents were born during slavery.
Dock worked as a plasterer, and in the brick yard making bricks in his early life. His mother collected his wages each week and saved it
to pay for his college education. He was allowed a 15 cents allowance each pay day. He use to tell us how much he cherished that 15 cents
and how eagerly he looked forward to Saturday, the day he always received it, because he worked only half a day. He said he always spent five cents of it for a bag of peanuts.
Dock and Lillian met during summer vacation in Atlanta, Georgia only one time. They courted through mail for one year. The next time they saw each other was when he drove up to get her on her wedding day,
his best man beside him, driving 6 snow white horses. They use to brag about those big 6 white stallions. This was considered a most elegant wedding because of them. Hardly anyone owned cars at that time and,
of course, the wagon as well as the horses was rented. After they were married they lived in Gainesville, Georgia.
Seven children were born to them, namely:
Dock Samuel Lowe, Jr., Robert Wesley, Harold Weldon, Georgia Irene, Mattie Ila, Johnnie Emory, and Annie Maude.
Lillian remained a housewife and mother until her death in her early thirties. I was 9 years of age at the time, and the youngest was three. Therefore the rest of the history will be devoted entirely to my
father, whose life I knew best. Memory of my mother is very limited because of my age at the time she went to live with the Lord. I do remember, however, that she was a very kind and generous person.
My father was an agent for the Atlanta Life Insurance Company for 36 years when he retired because of ill health. He never made a lot of
money in this job, because this was during the depression and people could only afford to take out 5, 10 and 25 cent policies. Many times these would have lapse had not my father continue the payments out of his
own pocket when they got sick or lost their jobs. On many occasions people paid their insurance with butter, eggs, or syrup because they
had no cash. My father accepted this because we could always use the food.
It was not easy for my father, we all knew this. Life for him was filled with many inevitable adjustments. We all realized the difficult time
he was having, although he never complained. I am sure he had many worries and obstacles but we never knew about them. There was hardly any money for clothing but we had plenty of food always - nothing fancy but plenty. He owned the house where we were all born. Everyone
around us were poor, and we never realized how very poor we were. In fact, we were so poor, we thought we were rich. This was probably due to the fact that we did have plenty of food. Sometimes we felt my father
shared too much of it with the neighbors, but it never gave out.
There was nothing really spectacular about my father's life. He dedicated himself to God, his church where he served as a deacon and Sunday
School superintendent since before I was born, and to his family.
When he was at home, we somehow felt that Christ was in the house and we walked and spoke softly. He did not allow fighting among us, and if we argued, we whispered when we knew he was in the house. He was
slow to anger, but would not hesitate to punish if he felt it was needed. This did not happen to often though. Even after we were all grown,
drinking strong drinks, dancing, card playing, and smoking among his children were unthinkable in his house. We learned to respect him for this.
Through it all we never felt alone. We knew he loved us and was doing all he could to keep us together. We did try very hard not to cause him worry. He was known for his prayers. On a clear summer Sunday when the windows of the church were open high, one could hear my father praying in prayer meeting blocks away. These were the only times he used a loud tone of voice.
Papa never remarried. One could tell he was lonely and that he missed my mother. He spent many hours alone to himself and seldom laughed. Perhaps at times he was frightened as to what would happen to us if he had gotten sick. But, God was good. He had good health until we were grown and most of us moved away.
The most important thing I can remember about my father was how he made each child feel he was somebody special, especially to him. Each of us felt he was my father's favorite.
The only special times during his life were his birthdays. His children and friends remembered him generously on his birthdays. He received
many cards and gifts. He was especially pleased with the gifts of money. He looked forward to the big birthday dinner my sister Mattie would
cook for him each year when all his close friends and relatives were invited. The table had to be reset several times to accommodate everyone. One table was for the grandchildren. It was on this occasion we took
the opportunity to tell him what a good father he had been, and how much we appreciated him. This pleased him very much and the very next day he would begin making a list of names to be invited for his next birthday dinner. We use to laugh about this. We also considered this a sort of reunion day for us. He passed in 1969 at the age of 86.
I miss most of all his counseling letters, praising even the slightest bit of achievement I may have made. In all his letters he would encouraged us to pray, attend church, be proud and do nothing we could be ashamed
of later. So often I heard him say "God has been good to us Lowe's."
I recall him saying once that "he never knew a Lowe that wasn't proud
to be a Lowe."
The Godly life my father led before us will always stay in my memory. We were so richly blessed to have had him for a father.
_Georgia Irene (Lowe) Green
Dock was said to be a very serious man whom seldom laughed.
Dock is In the Draft registration of 1918 on Roll 1557072 Draft board 0 with black hair and black eyes with a Tall slender build he was working at A. F. Herdon Insurance he was 34 years old .
of
DOCK SAMUEL and LILLIAN CANADY LOWE
DOCK SAMUEL LOWE was one of eight children born to Alex and Georgia Lowe, who at one time lived in Watkinsville, Georgia. He was raised along with his brothers and sisters in Gainesville, Georgia.
LILLIAN was one of two children born to Wesley and Mattie Canady. She was born and raised on a farm near LaGrange, Georgia.
She was a high school graduate, and he was a graduate of Tuskegee Institute, in Alabama. He was ten years her senior. Both of their parents were born during slavery.
Dock worked as a plasterer, and in the brick yard making bricks in his early life. His mother collected his wages each week and saved it
to pay for his college education. He was allowed a 15 cents allowance each pay day. He use to tell us how much he cherished that 15 cents
and how eagerly he looked forward to Saturday, the day he always received it, because he worked only half a day. He said he always spent five cents of it for a bag of peanuts.
Dock and Lillian met during summer vacation in Atlanta, Georgia only one time. They courted through mail for one year. The next time they saw each other was when he drove up to get her on her wedding day,
his best man beside him, driving 6 snow white horses. They use to brag about those big 6 white stallions. This was considered a most elegant wedding because of them. Hardly anyone owned cars at that time and,
of course, the wagon as well as the horses was rented. After they were married they lived in Gainesville, Georgia.
Seven children were born to them, namely:
Dock Samuel Lowe, Jr., Robert Wesley, Harold Weldon, Georgia Irene, Mattie Ila, Johnnie Emory, and Annie Maude.
Lillian remained a housewife and mother until her death in her early thirties. I was 9 years of age at the time, and the youngest was three. Therefore the rest of the history will be devoted entirely to my
father, whose life I knew best. Memory of my mother is very limited because of my age at the time she went to live with the Lord. I do remember, however, that she was a very kind and generous person.
My father was an agent for the Atlanta Life Insurance Company for 36 years when he retired because of ill health. He never made a lot of
money in this job, because this was during the depression and people could only afford to take out 5, 10 and 25 cent policies. Many times these would have lapse had not my father continue the payments out of his
own pocket when they got sick or lost their jobs. On many occasions people paid their insurance with butter, eggs, or syrup because they
had no cash. My father accepted this because we could always use the food.
It was not easy for my father, we all knew this. Life for him was filled with many inevitable adjustments. We all realized the difficult time
he was having, although he never complained. I am sure he had many worries and obstacles but we never knew about them. There was hardly any money for clothing but we had plenty of food always - nothing fancy but plenty. He owned the house where we were all born. Everyone
around us were poor, and we never realized how very poor we were. In fact, we were so poor, we thought we were rich. This was probably due to the fact that we did have plenty of food. Sometimes we felt my father
shared too much of it with the neighbors, but it never gave out.
There was nothing really spectacular about my father's life. He dedicated himself to God, his church where he served as a deacon and Sunday
School superintendent since before I was born, and to his family.
When he was at home, we somehow felt that Christ was in the house and we walked and spoke softly. He did not allow fighting among us, and if we argued, we whispered when we knew he was in the house. He was
slow to anger, but would not hesitate to punish if he felt it was needed. This did not happen to often though. Even after we were all grown,
drinking strong drinks, dancing, card playing, and smoking among his children were unthinkable in his house. We learned to respect him for this.
Through it all we never felt alone. We knew he loved us and was doing all he could to keep us together. We did try very hard not to cause him worry. He was known for his prayers. On a clear summer Sunday when the windows of the church were open high, one could hear my father praying in prayer meeting blocks away. These were the only times he used a loud tone of voice.
Papa never remarried. One could tell he was lonely and that he missed my mother. He spent many hours alone to himself and seldom laughed. Perhaps at times he was frightened as to what would happen to us if he had gotten sick. But, God was good. He had good health until we were grown and most of us moved away.
The most important thing I can remember about my father was how he made each child feel he was somebody special, especially to him. Each of us felt he was my father's favorite.
The only special times during his life were his birthdays. His children and friends remembered him generously on his birthdays. He received
many cards and gifts. He was especially pleased with the gifts of money. He looked forward to the big birthday dinner my sister Mattie would
cook for him each year when all his close friends and relatives were invited. The table had to be reset several times to accommodate everyone. One table was for the grandchildren. It was on this occasion we took
the opportunity to tell him what a good father he had been, and how much we appreciated him. This pleased him very much and the very next day he would begin making a list of names to be invited for his next birthday dinner. We use to laugh about this. We also considered this a sort of reunion day for us. He passed in 1969 at the age of 86.
I miss most of all his counseling letters, praising even the slightest bit of achievement I may have made. In all his letters he would encouraged us to pray, attend church, be proud and do nothing we could be ashamed
of later. So often I heard him say "God has been good to us Lowe's."
I recall him saying once that "he never knew a Lowe that wasn't proud
to be a Lowe."
The Godly life my father led before us will always stay in my memory. We were so richly blessed to have had him for a father.
_Georgia Irene (Lowe) Green
Dock was said to be a very serious man whom seldom laughed.
Dock is In the Draft registration of 1918 on Roll 1557072 Draft board 0 with black hair and black eyes with a Tall slender build he was working at A. F. Herdon Insurance he was 34 years old .
THE HISTORY
of
DOCK SAMUEL and LILLIAN CANADY LOWE
DOCK SAMUEL LOWE was one of eight children born to Alex and Georgia Lowe, who at one time lived in Watkinsville, Georgia. He was raised along with his brothers and sisters in Gainesville, Georgia.
LILLIAN was one of two children born to Wesley and Mattie Canady. She was born and raised on a farm near LaGrange, Georgia.
She was a high school graduate, and he was a graduate of Tuskegee Institute, in Alabama. He was ten years her senior. Both of their parents were born during slavery.
Dock worked as a plasterer, and in the brick yard making bricks in his early life. His mother collected his wages each week and saved it
to pay for his college education. He was allowed a 15 cents allowance each pay day. He use to tell us how much he cherished that 15 cents
and how eagerly he looked forward to Saturday, the day he always received it, because he worked only half a day. He said he always spent five cents of it for a bag of peanuts.
Dock and Lillian met during summer vacation in Atlanta, Georgia only one time. They courted through mail for one year. The next time they saw each other was when he drove up to get her on her wedding day,
his best man beside him, driving 6 snow white horses. They use to brag about those big 6 white stallions. This was considered a most elegant wedding because of them. Hardly anyone owned cars at that time and,
of course, the wagon as well as the horses was rented. After they were married they lived in Gainesville, Georgia.
Seven children were born to them, namely:
Dock Samuel Lowe, Jr., Robert Wesley, Harold Weldon, Georgia Irene, Mattie Ila, Johnnie Emory, and Annie Maude.
Lillian remained a housewife and mother until her death in her early thirties. I was 9 years of age at the time, and the youngest was three. Therefore the rest of the history will be devoted entirely to my
father, whose life I knew best. Memory of my mother is very limited because of my age at the time she went to live with the Lord. I do remember, however, that she was a very kind and generous person.
My father was an agent for the Atlanta Life Insurance Company for 36 years when he retired because of ill health. He never made a lot of
money in this job, because this was during the depression and people could only afford to take out 5, 10 and 25 cent policies. Many times these would have lapse had not my father continue the payments out of his
own pocket when they got sick or lost their jobs. On many occasions people paid their insurance with butter, eggs, or syrup because they
had no cash. My father accepted this because we could always use the food.
It was not easy for my father, we all knew this. Life for him was filled with many inevitable adjustments. We all realized the difficult time
he was having, although he never complained. I am sure he had many worries and obstacles but we never knew about them. There was hardly any money for clothing but we had plenty of food always - nothing fancy but plenty. He owned the house where we were all born. Everyone
around us were poor, and we never realized how very poor we were. In fact, we were so poor, we thought we were rich. This was probably due to the fact that we did have plenty of food. Sometimes we felt my father
shared too much of it with the neighbors, but it never gave out.
There was nothing really spectacular about my father's life. He dedicated himself to God, his church where he served as a deacon and Sunday
School superintendent since before I was born, and to his family.
When he was at home, we somehow felt that Christ was in the house and we walked and spoke softly. He did not allow fighting among us, and if we argued, we whispered when we knew he was in the house. He was
slow to anger, but would not hesitate to punish if he felt it was needed. This did not happen to often though. Even after we were all grown,
drinking strong drinks, dancing, card playing, and smoking among his children were unthinkable in his house. We learned to respect him for this.
Through it all we never felt alone. We knew he loved us and was doing all he could to keep us together. We did try very hard not to cause him worry. He was known for his prayers. On a clear summer Sunday when the windows of the church were open high, one could hear my father praying in prayer meeting blocks away. These were the only times he used a loud tone of voice.
Papa never remarried. One could tell he was lonely and that he missed my mother. He spent many hours alone to himself and seldom laughed. Perhaps at times he was frightened as to what would happen to us if he had gotten sick. But, God was good. He had good health until we were grown and most of us moved away.
The most important thing I can remember about my father was how he made each child feel he was somebody special, especially to him. Each of us felt he was my father's favorite.
The only special times during his life were his birthdays. His children and friends remembered him generously on his birthdays. He received
many cards and gifts. He was especially pleased with the gifts of money. He looked forward to the big birthday dinner my sister Mattie would
cook for him each year when all his close friends and relatives were invited. The table had to be reset several times to accommodate everyone. One table was for the grandchildren. It was on this occasion we took
the opportunity to tell him what a good father he had been, and how much we appreciated him. This pleased him very much and the very next day he would begin making a list of names to be invited for his next birthday dinner. We use to laugh about this. We also considered this a sort of reunion day for us. He passed in 1969 at the age of 86.
I miss most of all his counseling letters, praising even the slightest bit of achievement I may have made. In all his letters he would encouraged us to pray, attend church, be proud and do nothing we could be ashamed
of later. So often I heard him say "God has been good to us Lowe's."
I recall him saying once that "he never knew a Lowe that wasn't proud
to be a Lowe."
The Godly life my father led before us will always stay in my memory. We were so richly blessed to have had him for a father.
_Georgia Irene (Lowe) Green
Dock was said to be a very serious man whom seldom laughed.
Dock is In the Draft registration of 1918 on Roll 1557072 Draft board 0 with black hair and black eyes with a Tall slender build he was working at A. F. Herdon Insurance he was 34 years old .
of
DOCK SAMUEL and LILLIAN CANADY LOWE
DOCK SAMUEL LOWE was one of eight children born to Alex and Georgia Lowe, who at one time lived in Watkinsville, Georgia. He was raised along with his brothers and sisters in Gainesville, Georgia.
LILLIAN was one of two children born to Wesley and Mattie Canady. She was born and raised on a farm near LaGrange, Georgia.
She was a high school graduate, and he was a graduate of Tuskegee Institute, in Alabama. He was ten years her senior. Both of their parents were born during slavery.
Dock worked as a plasterer, and in the brick yard making bricks in his early life. His mother collected his wages each week and saved it
to pay for his college education. He was allowed a 15 cents allowance each pay day. He use to tell us how much he cherished that 15 cents
and how eagerly he looked forward to Saturday, the day he always received it, because he worked only half a day. He said he always spent five cents of it for a bag of peanuts.
Dock and Lillian met during summer vacation in Atlanta, Georgia only one time. They courted through mail for one year. The next time they saw each other was when he drove up to get her on her wedding day,
his best man beside him, driving 6 snow white horses. They use to brag about those big 6 white stallions. This was considered a most elegant wedding because of them. Hardly anyone owned cars at that time and,
of course, the wagon as well as the horses was rented. After they were married they lived in Gainesville, Georgia.
Seven children were born to them, namely:
Dock Samuel Lowe, Jr., Robert Wesley, Harold Weldon, Georgia Irene, Mattie Ila, Johnnie Emory, and Annie Maude.
Lillian remained a housewife and mother until her death in her early thirties. I was 9 years of age at the time, and the youngest was three. Therefore the rest of the history will be devoted entirely to my
father, whose life I knew best. Memory of my mother is very limited because of my age at the time she went to live with the Lord. I do remember, however, that she was a very kind and generous person.
My father was an agent for the Atlanta Life Insurance Company for 36 years when he retired because of ill health. He never made a lot of
money in this job, because this was during the depression and people could only afford to take out 5, 10 and 25 cent policies. Many times these would have lapse had not my father continue the payments out of his
own pocket when they got sick or lost their jobs. On many occasions people paid their insurance with butter, eggs, or syrup because they
had no cash. My father accepted this because we could always use the food.
It was not easy for my father, we all knew this. Life for him was filled with many inevitable adjustments. We all realized the difficult time
he was having, although he never complained. I am sure he had many worries and obstacles but we never knew about them. There was hardly any money for clothing but we had plenty of food always - nothing fancy but plenty. He owned the house where we were all born. Everyone
around us were poor, and we never realized how very poor we were. In fact, we were so poor, we thought we were rich. This was probably due to the fact that we did have plenty of food. Sometimes we felt my father
shared too much of it with the neighbors, but it never gave out.
There was nothing really spectacular about my father's life. He dedicated himself to God, his church where he served as a deacon and Sunday
School superintendent since before I was born, and to his family.
When he was at home, we somehow felt that Christ was in the house and we walked and spoke softly. He did not allow fighting among us, and if we argued, we whispered when we knew he was in the house. He was
slow to anger, but would not hesitate to punish if he felt it was needed. This did not happen to often though. Even after we were all grown,
drinking strong drinks, dancing, card playing, and smoking among his children were unthinkable in his house. We learned to respect him for this.
Through it all we never felt alone. We knew he loved us and was doing all he could to keep us together. We did try very hard not to cause him worry. He was known for his prayers. On a clear summer Sunday when the windows of the church were open high, one could hear my father praying in prayer meeting blocks away. These were the only times he used a loud tone of voice.
Papa never remarried. One could tell he was lonely and that he missed my mother. He spent many hours alone to himself and seldom laughed. Perhaps at times he was frightened as to what would happen to us if he had gotten sick. But, God was good. He had good health until we were grown and most of us moved away.
The most important thing I can remember about my father was how he made each child feel he was somebody special, especially to him. Each of us felt he was my father's favorite.
The only special times during his life were his birthdays. His children and friends remembered him generously on his birthdays. He received
many cards and gifts. He was especially pleased with the gifts of money. He looked forward to the big birthday dinner my sister Mattie would
cook for him each year when all his close friends and relatives were invited. The table had to be reset several times to accommodate everyone. One table was for the grandchildren. It was on this occasion we took
the opportunity to tell him what a good father he had been, and how much we appreciated him. This pleased him very much and the very next day he would begin making a list of names to be invited for his next birthday dinner. We use to laugh about this. We also considered this a sort of reunion day for us. He passed in 1969 at the age of 86.
I miss most of all his counseling letters, praising even the slightest bit of achievement I may have made. In all his letters he would encouraged us to pray, attend church, be proud and do nothing we could be ashamed
of later. So often I heard him say "God has been good to us Lowe's."
I recall him saying once that "he never knew a Lowe that wasn't proud
to be a Lowe."
The Godly life my father led before us will always stay in my memory. We were so richly blessed to have had him for a father.
_Georgia Irene (Lowe) Green
Dock was said to be a very serious man whom seldom laughed.
Dock is In the Draft registration of 1918 on Roll 1557072 Draft board 0 with black hair and black eyes with a Tall slender build he was working at A. F. Herdon Insurance he was 34 years old .
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