Edwin Rowell
Edwin A. Rowell, 92, died at Bethany Retirement Living in Fargo on January 13, 2017. He was born on July 20, 1924 in Holyoke, Massachusetts and was raised in Massachusetts, Connecticut, and Long Island. He served in the U.S Army in World War II, and was stationed on Guadalcanal and in occupied Japan.
His work for the Northern Pacific Railroad brought him to Fargo in 1956. He was later employed by the Postal Service in Fargo, and by the Internal Revenue Service in Massachusetts. He was a long-time member of St. Anthony’s Church in Fargo, and of the Knights of Columbus. Edwin was an avid reader and a lover of trains, classical music, and martinis.
Edwin is survived by his children John (Moorhead), Kathy (Miami Shores, Florida), and Robert (San Francisco), by his grandchildren Dan (Duluth), Alison (Moorhead), and Sylvia (Miami Shores), and by two great-grandchildren, Zeke and Benjamin (Duluth).
Edwin was preceded in death by his wife, Mary.
A memorial service is planned for 10:30am on Friday, June 9, 2017 at Boulger Funeral Home, Fargo.
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So sorry for your loss. It was my extreme pleasure to take care of Ed while he was in the Assisted Living at Bethany – I was his nurse when he first moved in until the time I left. He was an amazing guy and had a heart of GOLD. After my Dad had passed away I was able to pay it forward with Ed and gave him all my Dad’s Louis L’amour books. His gruff voice made him seem like he had a bark worse than his bite, but I knew that was not the case and him and I got along great. He will be missed! Thoughts and prayers go out to his family!
I always think of Mr. Rowell with warmth and appreciation. Such a kind, wise, and decent soul he was. I think of him and admire the humble strength that moved him through great challenges; and I think of the wonderful family he inspired with Mrs. Rowell. And I always smile at the seeming incongruity of his introducing me to the artistry of Johnny Cash; something that should have been impossible for a 16 year old to grasp in 1968, but something that Mr. Rowell got through to me in his endearing fashion. May he rest in the same warm peace that he gave to all.