Greg Lowe-The young man from Killarney moved to Sault Ste Marie with his mother and brother Hugh.  Greg was able to secure employment first as a "rink rat"at the Memorial Gardens and later with the A.C.R. as a Brakeman and later a Conducter.
Greg and his wife, Norma, moved to Hawk Junction where they raised their family-two boys-Stephen and Chris and -two girls-Monica and Maureen.  Greg was promoted to the Yardmaster position and later became a Trainmaster, working both out of Hawk and Sault Ste Marie.
Greg enjoyed fishing and hunting.  Eventually he built a cottage at OBA 
Lake-210 miles north of the Soo and a cottage at Trout Lake-57 miles north of the Soo.
We were able to be included in fishing and hunting trips to OBA Lake, Greg taught me how to handle the pickeral.
My wife Elsie and I enjoyed many trips at the opening of pickeral season where Greg and Norma were great hosts with their many friends.
Greg was a great assistance to help with the many employee events at the A.C.R. such as the annual pinic at Canyon Park and the Hawk Junction Christmas party,bowling get togethers,softball and many other activities.  Greg was a member of the Hawk Junction Lions Club and the Knights of Columbus in the Soo.
He always had a good supply of Jokes and stories.
He was a good man.

We will miss him.
God bless him
We will remember him.

Vic Hupka

We are here to celebrate  the life of our dad Greg Lowe.
I have prepared a few thoughts to share with you today but first I'd like to say a few words to mom.
Mom,you are a beautiful, and caring woman that made dad's life extra special. It was always obvious how much you loved each other.
We are all blessed to have been raised in such a loving home. Dad may not be here now but HIS LOVING AND CARING SPIRIT IS IN ALL OF US AND WE ARE HERE FOR YOU.
Now what can I say about dad?
PLEASE RAISE YOUR HAND IF YOUR NAME IS SAM.
I still don't know where this habit of calling everyone Sam came from but it just seemed so natural coming from him. It was the essence of his charm and charisma. Even though dad called everyone sam, when it was you, YOU FELT SPECIAL, LIKE THE MOST IMPORTANT MAN IN THE WORLD. It was you, you were Sam.
But it's not always Sam.  He had names for others too. How special did you ladies feel when he gave you that WINK AND A SMILE and called you Doll? He thought he was so cute didn't he?
Dad always called me "THE EXPLORER". I'd tell him I was going ice fishing in the morning and come back at suppertime without ever drilling a hole in the ice. I NEVER CAUGHT MANY FISH BUT BURNED A LOT OF GAS. he would just shake his head and laugh to himself.
DAD WAS ALWAYS THE FIRST UP AT CAMP.  He felt it was his duty to stoke the fire and make coffee before anyone else was up. Often he'd be there with someone's dog lounging at his feet and reading a sault star that was at least three weeks old.
If you were fortunate enough to be the second person up he would jump out of his chair and pour you a cup of coffee before you could sit down. He would ask if you wanted cream and sugar even though you've told him for years you drink it black. I guess if you ever changed changed your mind he wanted to make sure you were accommodated.  IT WAS ALWAYS ABOUT YOU, NOT ABOUT HIM.
When you sat down to talk with dad the whole world was suddenly ok. HE HAD A CALMING INFLUENCE ON YOU THAT MADE THE WORLD STOP SPINNING.
Dad's opinion was always valued by others. PEOPLE WOULD CALL AND ASK HIS ADVICE ON ALMOST ANYTHING. I certainly liked to bounce ideas off dad and sometimes I had some pretty whacky ones.  Like putting a 50 horse power motor on a 10" boat.  As always though, Dad would be diplomatic in his response.
There were certain jobs that only dad was allowed to do.  These included: peeling potatoes, sharpening knives, cleaning fish, and doing dishes.  Dad always made lists of things he wanted to do for the day, but he was HAPPIEST WHEN HE COULD JUST "PUTTER AND TINKER AROUND.
TO US KIDS, DAD WAS A TRUE SUPERHERO. It seemed like there was nothing he couldn't or wouldn't do.  He was also an excellent teacher. We learned so many things at a young age,like driving a skidoo, running a motorboat and skinning a moose.
Dad was a coach in the true sense of the word. He trusted us so much that he even allowed us to fail if that was part of the learning process. I AM STILL DISCOVERING SKILLS THAT MY DAD TAUGHT ME LONG AGO.  
We knew from a very young age that dad was an outdoorsman. I remember seeing him preparing for a fishing trip that included his large Woods back pack and snow shoes.  The packsack must have weighed a ton. YOU COULD SEE THE BUTT OF AN AXE AND AN ICE AUGER  STICKING OUT THE TOP and a wide assortment of survival equipment on the inside. He didn't always come back with fish but you could be sure there was always a good story.
What I recall the most are the times at camp with his grandkids running around in every direction. I think they called the game battle tag. I'm not sure of the rules but it involved running around and screaming all over the place.  There'd be kids running up the hill, hiding around the camp and smashing into things.  At times dad would catch them standing in the flower garden and give them a shout like "GET OUT OF THAT GARDEN YOU POT LICKERS". It seemed like he'd be upset for a while but when you really looked you would see he was quite entertained.  This is why he built  the camp.  For friends and family to enjoy themselves and have a special place.THE GLEAM IN HIS EYES SHOWED JOY AND SATISFACTION.
HIS FAMILY IS HAPPY
MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.

5 Star.Our 5 Star man.Uncle Greg.Greg touched so many peoples lives in such an extraordinary way.He left the gift of nature and enjoyment of the outdoors in everyone that was fortunate enough to visit camp with Uncle Greg.I realize now that he put the love of the outdoors in my soul and ever since my first visit to Oba I was hooked!His legacy lives in all of us.I will always think of my uncle all the time and am forever a proud member of the club he started...Sams Club.

Monika i am so sorry to hear about your father.  Our deepest thoughts and prayers are with you. Hope to see you this summer. Dodie and Tim Schade

So sorry to hear of your loss. Our deepest thoughts and prayers are you's

Hi to Greg's Family from the Jim Miller's. I did not get to meet your father and husband but Jim can not never stop talking about the wonderful times he has had with all of the family there at the cabin. He can not express his feelings of hurt and will miss him to dearly. We are thinking about your hurt and are praying for you and your family.
Will never forget him!
Love, Jim and Rebecca Miller

Dad!
Over the past several days that we have gathered to talk, cry and remember, I have once again realized how fortunate of a person that I am.
The memories and stories come flooding back. From the early days of growing up in Hawk Jct and the Sault to the many trips and vacations to the various places.
The thoughts range from the rides in the sleigh behind the snowmachine going to Josephine to the long train rides on our way to Oba Lake.Stories of the building of the house in Hawk to the camp at Wabatong.
The walks, the talks the fishing and hunting. Wow how lucky I am!
When I was a very small child I remember that I used to stand on my Dads feet as he walked
about the house. every step he took I took.Later when he was at work I would slip on his shoes or slippers and wander around. Even early on I was trying to follow in his foot steps.
As time went on more and more I tried to be like my Dad. Those are pretty big shoes to fill.
He always made time for me and my family and everybody else that he came into contact with. He was always there to lend a hand or offer words of encouragement.
Every little boy has a Hero. Mine was my Dad. Even though I am no longer a little boy my Dad is still my Hero!

Mom you are the glue that bonds us. We have had a great life and it is thanks to you and Dad for all that we have today. You gave us the chance at a great start in  life and have supported us through out.
Moe thank you for the sacrifice you made in your life so Dad could come home. Even though it was only for a short time I think he was really glad to be there.
Dad I Love you and Miss You!

Chris

I said so long to Greg today.
As a Father in-law, a friend and
a fierce competitor should you
dare to challenge.
If you were brave enough to try to
out fish, out fillet, out hunt or
out drink Greg, you'd soon realise
under no uncertain terms, you
were out of your league.
A friend but, as a friend Greg
took the proverbial "shirt off his
back" thing up a notch.  Whether it
be a hot coffee, warm clothes a
rainsuit or rainbow, Greg always
ensured everyone was, as in one of
his favourite gestures, OK.
As a Father in-law, the best a
son in-law could hope for.  A
good judge of character (to my good
fortune), yet non-judgemental while
accepting me into the family with
open arms and ensuring I had all
the ACR caps, leatherman knives
and support I'd ever need.
If just a bit of Greg's kindness 
rubbed off on us, the world would
be a better place.

P.S  While some might think being
honoured when NOT being called by
your given name, a bit odd.
To me, if Sam it is, then Sam I am.

  I Love You Greg

  Allan Budge

Greg will alway be a tresured friend.  The times I was able to spend with Greg at Oba were the best. God Bless you Gregg,  You  were always a man among men.

Thinking of you and family. Many days on the train with Greg myself...and droppin off his special drink from the train! 
Thinkin of you too Chris...right beside ya! 

We're all still together and my hope is to sit with you and Bill McComb shortly! 
I still have One Thank You to give you Greg...Thanks for giving me my shot to become a Brakeman! 

Roger

I am so sorry i cannot be there, it truly breaks my heart and my prayers are with you all every second. I truly feel the emotions with the entire family, you all know i loved your father dearly. When i lost my father i recall a very special friend being at my side the moment i arrived in town to support me in my time of need, not to be there for you Chris, truly ripps me apart. The memories to clinch to are awesome and will always be in my heart. Mrs. Lowe accept this letter as a big hug and kiss and i will get to see you this summer. All my love to the entire family

Mike Marcil

I first met the family at Hawk Junction in 1967 when i started with the A.C.R. that year.Greg was a trainman at the time and later on a Supervisor at Hawk Junction when i was there. He always maanged to bring out the best in folks hewas associated with. My thoughts are with the families at this time

Dear Maureen,  I am sure your presence was a great joy and comfort to your Dad.  Embrace the emotion and well wishes of family and friends.   Your bowling bud,

Thinking of you and your family at this sad time.  Take comfort in your many happy memories.

the years of the 60's70'&80's were full of friendship and many 40 oz during the oba bldg project and Bud Hunt, Don Vanamburg  my Sally,and now Greg all gone, but the memories of the Lowes,  the Briggs, I 'am  so sorry from my heart for your loss, graydon briggs

Dear Maureen, Allan and family
     I am thinking of you at this most difficult time. My deepest sympathies.
Sincerely,
Cathy Clement, Ottawa,ON

Steve, Lynn, Greg & Kista,
We were so sorry to hear of your loss. Please let us know if there is anything we can do to help.  Our deepest thoughts and prayers are with you.  From our family.
Ron, Anita, Taraneh & Ryan.

Steve, Lynn, Greg & Krista,
My deepest sympathies.  Our thoughts and prayers are with.  Be strong

thinking of you
Diane and Yves Drouin

Let me tell you about my friend Greg. I first had a shot of VO with Greg back in 1979 and have been proud to call him a friend every since. Greg was the kind of person who made you feel like you had known him for years just minutes after meeting him. Several years ago Greg call to tell me he had heart problems, the doctor told him he had an enlarged heart. I told him then that I missed my calling as a heart specialist as I had known that for years! I have so many incredible memories of Greg and spending time camp that I don't know where to begin. Greg was ultimate fishing guide; from making sure you were in the right spot and netting your fish, to sharing bait and advice with strangers. At some point in my life I realized that the best part of going to camp had nothing at all to do with fishing, other that the eating part. No one could cook fish like Greg. To this day one of the finest dinners I have ever eaten was the one Greg would always serve as we would get off the train, crispy pan fried walleye, pirogues with Norma's chow chow, washed down with a frosted mug of beer with ACR buns for desert. You couldn't spend much time around Greg without picking up some of his "Greg-isms", you know, the sayings, poems and prayers that he was famous for. My favorite is one that, as I get older, I find myself quoting almost daily,"I have a great memory, it's just not very long". One memory I will never forget is that of my friend Greg.

I am so sorry I will not be able to be there to be with all of you. Growing up Uncle Greg always had a way to make you laugh, and make you feel special. His quick wit and vibrant smile always lit up the room. I can't tell you how much I would give to "pinkie wrestle for a nickle" with Uncle Greg again. Auntie Norma - my thoughts and prayers are with you all...Jane-Marie Diotte (your god-daughter)

I got to know Greg and some of the family on my many trips up to Oba Lake to repair the lines, whether by helicopter, on the rails or by boat he was always there to greet me. I know he will be greatly missed and my thoughts and prayers are with you all today and in the days that follow.

OBITUARIO

Gregory John Lowe

20 septiembre, 1933 – 5 abril, 2011

Arthur Funeral Home - Barton & Kiteley Chapel

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