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Donald Taylor Bowlby
It is with the deepest sadness and regret that I report the death, following a stroke, of Donald T. Bowlby, YNCXI, USCG (Ret.) at Chico, California on May 10, 2002.  Our career paths in the Coast Guard tracked each other over many years, primarily in the 12th, 14th and 17th
CG Districts.  No one could find a finer shipmate and friend than Don Bowlby.  

Don was born in Long Beach, California on September 5, 1929, attended high school in Long Beach and joined the Coast Guard at age 17.  He served in the CG from 1946 to 1966 in various ships and shore stations and in
various capacities including diver and investigtor.  Following his retirement from the CG, he went into the insurance business in El Cerrito and in Chico, California.  He was co-owner of BB&V Insurance and an independent
insurance agent for 35 years.  

Don was past president of Durham Rotary Club, Butte Glenn Heart Association, North Valley Health Education Foundation, Chico Hi Twelve Club and the Northern California Square Dance Association.  He was a member of
the Masonic Lodge, Scottish Rite Masons, Ben Ali Shrine, Chico Shrine Club, Square Naders, Chico Area Fly Fishers, Chico Chamber of Commerce and insurance group Big I.

He enjoyed swimming, body surfing, bowling, playing football, square dancing, snow skiing, water skiing, hunting, fishing, travelilng, camping, barbecuing,
hiking, riding motorcycles and wine tasting.

Don is survived by his wife, Valerie, of Chico, California, two daughters, two sons, and five grandchildren.  A Celebration of his life was held on May 15, 2002 at Durham Park, Chico, California.  Over 400 people attended and those of us who knew Don can certainly understand why.

The following was recited at the Life Celebration and, to me, it sounds just like the words that Don would say to those who loved him:

“When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me, 
I want no rites in a gloom filled room,
Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little but not too long, 
And not with your head bowed low,
Remember the love
That we once shared,
Miss me but let me go.

For this is a journey
That we all must take,
And each must go alone.
It’s all a part of the Master’s plan,
A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick of heart,
Go to the friends we know,
And bury your sorrows
In doing good deeds,
Miss me - but let me go.”

Don’s ashes will be scattered at sea.  Fair winds and following seas, old friend.  You will be greatly missed by all of us.
05/28/02 Submitted by: Dan Baumbaugh