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IVAN ROWE
The author of this great book is my husband. His name is Edward; however, he writes under Ivan Rowe because his best friend was a brilliant dog named Ivan and the book Ivan Ho was his favorite book...view moreThe author of this great book is my husband. His name is Edward; however, he writes under Ivan Rowe because his best friend was a brilliant dog named Ivan and the book Ivan Ho was his favorite book, which he read many times.
He was born in Milwaukee, in a town called New Berlin. Looking for work, his father took a job running a huge dairy farm. Edward had a gift—he could raise, train, break, and care for any animal he ever ran across.
His mother and father were German; they had a pastry shop when they first came to America. Every Saturday on the farm, Edward was his mother’s kitchen help. She would do all the baking for a week; it was Ed’s job to clean up and wash pans.
He was only allowed to speak German while helping her. As a result, he was a wonderful cook that spoke German. He raised pigs for extra money and helped with all the chores.
However, he always wanted to know what was on the other side of the mountain. So at sixteen, he hopped on a bus and went West. Getting off in Denver is where his adventures began.
He soon found out how it felt to be hungry, scared, and homesick all at the same time. He cried himself to sleep in a doorway on the ground. So alone, so frightened.
Working on ranches, breaking horses, owning a saddle shop making shoes and harnesses, a newspaper shop, training service dogs, and teaching people to ride were just some of his talents and passions.
Due to a very serious rodeo accident, he went back home and finished college. He loved to write.
He found he had that gift. He wrote two books and had many, many poems and stories published.
He had the heart of a gentleman and a cowboy soul, loved by everyone. His love for animals was incredible as was his patience with all God’s creatures. I was blessed to have known and loved him. He leaves behind a wife; my children, Paul, John, Tracy, and Michael; and four granddaughters and one grandson.
He loved all the children and taught them a lot about animals, nature, and the great outdoors. He left way too soon.
Addie Stowersview less