RUPERT H. GROVER SR.
Rupert (Father)Henry Grover Sr., 90, of Mason Township, died Thursday, Nov. 25, 2010 at Market Square Health Care Center, South Paris.
He was born in Mason Township on Aug. 11, 1920, the son of Eli and Ella Garey Grover. He graduated from Gould Academy in 1939 and faithfully served his country in the U. S. Army. He married Ina Ellingwood on March 5, 1943. He worked in the woods and at A.C. Lawrence. He was a member of the West Bethel Union Church, Pleasant Valley Grange, Bethel Masonic Lodge 97 and the Order of the Eastern Star. He loved the outdoors, especially hunting, fishing and trapping, storytelling, and was a Red Sox fan.
He is survived by his wife of Mason Township; two sons, Rupert H. Grover Jr. and his wife Suzanne and Daniel T. Grover and his wife Nancy; a daughter, Elsie Aylward; 10 beloved grandchildren; 16 great-grandchildren; sisters, Margaret Perham and her husband, Joseph and Verna Thayer; brothers, Stanley and his wife Mary and Richard and his wife Mona.
He was predeceased by a daughter, Christine; and brothers, Paul, Walter, Howard, Ernest, Ralph and Robert.
Online condolences may be shared with his family at www.andrewsgreenleaf.com.
Funeral services were held Sunday;, Nov. 28, at the West Bethel Union Church, with interment following at Flat Road Cemetery. Donations in his memory can be made to the West Bethel Union Church, P.O. Box 42, West Bethel, ME 04286.
By Richard Grover
It’s always hard to say goodbye to a friend or loved one
But this time, its plain Rupert’s time had come.
He was a man of action, with always a task that must be done.
A tree to cut, a row to hoe, a trout to catch, a deer to chase or a touch o’ rum
A drummer to bag, a beaver to trap, a tree to tap, a machine to fix, a hide to paste
A saw to file, a field to mow, a friend to rib, a shoe to toss or some other fun.
Like cards to play, smelts to catch, berries to pick, no time to waste.
He liked short trout, skipper meat, short legged blonds, a good dog, mossy horned deer and chain saws.
There was always so much fun to have, so little time and so many laws.
Like the laws of aging and wearing out
That finally caught him, without a doubt.
He got trapped in a body that could no longer do anything
Like an eagle unable to fly with a busted wing.
It hurt to see him trapped like that
I’m glad he’s released, and that’s a fact.