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In Memory Of Steve Lewis Arrowood

3rd October 1932 – 20th July 2008

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This memorial website was created in the memory of Steve Lewis Arrowood, born in Gastonia, North Carolina on the 3rd October 1932 and passed away on the 20th July 2008, 75 years of age.
Biography
Full Name: Steve Lewis Arrowood
Born: 3rd October 1932
Passed Away: 20th July 2008
Age: 75 years of age
Location: Gastonia, North Carolina
Country: The United States
Spouse: Evelyn Arrowood
Father: Lewis William
Mother: Maude
Birth Place: Gastonia, North Carolina
Children: Beth, Martha Jane, Donna, Lewis, Becky
Siblings: Ray, Hilda, Patsy, Ben, Bill, Ann, Burt
Occupation: Textiles, George Mason Realty, Maint.
Memorial Links
This memorial was created by Martha on 23 Jul 2008(update)
In Memory Of Steve Lewis Arrowood
Survived By: Wife~ Evelyn, Daughters~ Beth, Martha Jane, Donna, Becky, Eight grandchildren, one great grandchild,Sisters and Brother, nieces, nephews, Aunts, cousins


TRIP TO THE MAYAN RUINS IN MEXICO


 

Merry Christmas, Dad!

 

May Angels surround you this Christmas, and hold you safe.

 

Sending you much love and a sprig of Mistletoe up to Heaven.

 

 

 

Every year Dad would find some mistletoe. He would spy it high up in the trees growing in the spring, keeping it mindful where it was for later, near Christmas time.

 

He would bring it to me, wanting me to tie red bows on it so he could have fun giving it out.

 

He told me where a small tree was that had a large branch of mistletoe growing, but well within easy reach.

 

 

Yesterday I went to that tree and plucked a piece of mistletoe for my Dad.

 

 

I also got another piece to hang in the house and one , special piece to give away.

 

 

In honor of Dad.

 

 

 

I also went and got milk and bread with today's threat of white winter weather.  We got a little snow and sleet.

But we had to have milk and bread..

 

That was just Dad's way of taking care of us.

 

 

 

It is easier to smile when I think of you now, Dad.

Smile and remember, maybe grin over something comical.

 

 

You are never far from us in our hearts and thoughts.

 

 

Much Love, Martha

 

 

 

 

 

Christmas just isn't the same without you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD!

 

You are very missed.

 

10-03-1932

 

 

 

 

 

"It is the loss of the laughter, the love, and connections

 

past, present, and future which we mourn."

 

 

July 20, 2009

 

One Year Passed

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o'er-wrought

 

heart and bids it break." -- William Shakespeare

 

 

God shall wipe all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death,

 

nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are

 

 passed away.    -  Revelation 21:4

 

Those we love don’t go away,
They walk beside us everyday,
Unseen, unheard, but always near,
Still loved, still missed and very dear.

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~  When I think of my Dad, I smell May Pops.

May Pops and summer and sweetly fresh mown hay,

Grape soda and popsicles outside, on a warm day.

 

When I think of my Dad, I smell May Pops.

I see him reaching down and taking my fast melting popsicle

To save the front of my shirt, and to save me from the wrath of my mother.

I see him taking my small hand in a crowd, reaching down, to save me from being lost.

 

When I think of my Dad, I smell May Pops.

I see him handing my grandfather a hot cup of coffee, a smile on his face.

I see him reaching out to place a comforting hand on the forehead of my grandmother.

I see tears coursing down his face, as he tells me that she is gone now.

 

When I think of my Dad, I smell May Pops.

I see the smile on his face as he triumphantly climbs to the top of the mayan pyramid.

I see the look of awe on his face when he first sees the unbelievable blue of the Caribbean waters.

I see the look of pain on his face, and his haunted eyes, over the death of his brother.

 

When I think of my Dad, I smell May Pops and I smile through my tears.

My Dad was always there for me through out my growing years.

 

My own personal angel to watch over me and always guide my way.

My Dad, my Angel, with a fist full of May Pops on a warm summer’s day.

 

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GASTONIA - Steve L. Arrowood, 75, passed away July 20, 2008, at his home after a courageous battle with cancer.

He was born in Gastonia on Oct. 3, 1932, son of the late Lewis William and Maude Hull Arrowood.

Mr. Arrowood grew up in West Gastonia. He was a charter member of East Garrison Baptist Church. Steve was a US Army Korean War Veteran, where he was a machine gun specialist.

For more than 20 years. he was employed with Groves Thread Manufacturing Company and later retired with George Mason Realty after 15 years. Mr. Arrowood loved scouring the flea market for treasures and spent his weekends doing just that. Over the years, he was always there to lend a hand and check in on the elderly shut-ins that he knew were in need. He never met a stranger and had a strong, deep love for his family.

A service to celebrate his life will be held 2 p.m. Wednesday at Greene Funeral Service, South Chapel in Gastonia, officiated by Pastor Pat Arrowood.

A visitation will be held 6 to 8 p.m. Tuesday at the funeral home.

Survivors are his loving wife of 56 years, Evelyn Parrott Arrowood, of the home; daughters, Becky Kendrick and husband Allen of Kentucky, Donna Arrowood of Gastonia, Martha Miller Pelc and husband Russ of Dallas, Beth Archer and husband Richard of Gastonia; eight grandchildren and one great-grandchild; sisters, Hilda Olive and husband Jack of Gastonia, Ann Williams of South-port, Patsy Summitt and husband Ben of Gastonia; brothers, Bill Arrowood and wife Pat of Newbern; very close friend and buddy, Tim Martin and numerous nieces and nephews.

In addition to his parents, he was preceded in death by a son, Steve Lewis Arrowood Jr. and brothers, Ray Everette Arrowood , Benjamin 'Ben' Arrowood and Burt Arrowood, who passed at age 2 years.

Interment will be at Gaston Memorial Park in Gastonia.

Memorials may be made to Gaston Hospice, P. O. Box 3984, Gastonia, NC 28054

Condolences may be sent to
www.greenefuneral.com

Arrangements by Greene Funeral Service, South Chapel in Gastonia.

Published in the Gaston Gazette from 7/21/2008 - 7/22/2008

 

 

Steve touched many lives. He loved people and cared for people. He loved old things: clocks, antique glass, and old cars. He was forever extending a hand to those in need. It may have been as simple as a breakfast, delivered, but he looked out for others in many ways. He was a special man. A simple man, but he had a heart of gold.

 

He took me as a child one Christmas morning to a house that sat out in a field. It was a run-down house heated with an old woodstove. An elderly couple lived there with numerous grandchildren that they were raising. I had presents that I had wrapped up, not knowing who they were for. The children gathered around us, shyly. The heavy smell of woodsmoke hung in the small room. The grandmother cried when she opened her gift of a red lace slip. We had a fruitcake and gifts for all the kids. It was a Christmas Morning that I will never forget..I stood there in awe of the Christmas gift my father had given me.

 

It is a blessing to give..much more than it is to receive..My Dad showed me this example all through my life. If there was a need..he saw to it that it was supplied. I will never forget that act of kindness that he did or the important lesson that it taught me.

 

My Dad was active and healthy for the major part of his life. He had a rapid decline in health, including heart surgery and finally,cancer. Lymphoma B-Cell.  He was so full of life, and loved life so, that it is hard to imagine him as gone. I am going to miss him so, as we all will.

 

He is still with us. In the wind that blows in our faces on a crisp fall morning, that fresh alive feeling..that is my Dad.

We will never forget him.

 

He is there in all of our hearts, with us all forever.

 

                                   

        I love you, Daddy.

Poetry In Memory of Steve Arrowood


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Poetry

Do Not Stand Over My Graveside and Weep
Road of Life

Photo Albums

Bill, Patsy, Steve, Darrin, Hilda
Dad, Lewis, Becky and Donna
Dad , Nieces~ Connie and Michaelyne
Arrowood Reunion, Dad is small blonde boy, right hand side, in the front.
All the kids at Grandpa's House on Laurel Lane
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