I received a personal email from Scott's wife Sheila. She asked if anyone knew Scott as a friend to please post a memory or two. She said he was a wonderful husband, dad and friend.
I didn't know Scott well enough to post a memory but I'm hoping one of you will. Sheila stumbled on our website & visited here for awhile.
Please, in honor of Scott's memory, share some of yours with him for his wife and three sons to read.
I met Scott when we were junors at PV. I was dating a girl from Canyon Del Oro HS and he was dating a girl from PV. The girls were friends and my girl wouldn't date at first unless we doubled date. I guess it was the times of respect. But we had fun. We would go to Sabino Canyon many times with or without them. Those days you could drive your car into there and park to the side. One day we picnic into there and Scott said he would bring down another ice chest from my car. He didn't return right away, so I went up to the road to see what happen. Scott was sitting on my hood against the windshield, with a large rock in one hand and a bat in another! He was staring down the road at the many cars parked with people walking by. When I asked him what is up?, he said he heard a few guys say, "there is Benge's car! Lets take the brake off and move it". I'll never forget that sceen, him on guard, protecting my car, loyalty to me and forgetting our dates down in the canyon. It turned out to be John Vucasovich, Clay Taylor, Dave Carpenter, no little guys at all. So, we seen what they came in and after they walked into the canyon, we moved their vehicle. It wasn't a car, but an off road junk. Well we proceeded to move it but the brakes went out and it slamed into the clift wall. The large chunk of missing rock is still there! Three miles into the canyon on the left. When I visit the Tucson, I make it a point to visit the "hole in the wall, by me and Scott. I kept that secret all this time, from 18 years old to 60 years old. Another time, my girl friend was spending the night at his girl friends house. He just lived a couple miles away from her, and I spent the night at his place. Well, it was my first experience with beer, and I don't remember how we got some. I got a little drunk and so was he. Then he said we should go see the girls, just walk over to there, knock on the bedroom window. We did it. Visited for ten minutes cause the parents were home, and walked back. I was tired and wanted to lay down, but Scott wouldn't have it, and picked me up and carried me the rest of the way! We had a few more times together before I got drafted. Then just separated drifted away. I saw him again at a convience store years later. He was a vendor I think. That was the last I saw him. He made a chapter in my school daze life. John Wes Benge.
Today i learned of a terrible loss about my close high school friend Scott Bower who died in 2005. My heart felt feelings and condolences go out to his brother, sister, wife, and family friends.
I partied with scott numerous times during our visit at PVHS. we were not there much in our senior year. Scott worked with his mother at St Josephs Hospital for a while in 1968 as an orderly which is most likely what directed him to be a Corpman Medic in the army in Viet Nam. He was the most important man on the battle field.
He saw terrible atrocities their and told me of them and how it affected him so deeply from then on. I remember when Scott worked at AJ Bayless grocery at Speedway and Wilmot in our senior year. After work on Friday nights he would come out with quite a few dozen cartons of eggs and we had a ball driving around in his 55 blue chevy throwing them at interesting targets.
We lived a few blocks from each other in Sheerwood Village neighborhood for 7 years. I new scott since 6th grade at steele elmentay school. Many people do not remember how sick Scott was then. He had underwent a serious life threatening brain surgery in 6th grade. After school at PVHS we both new we were going to be drafted into the army. I joined up the Navy and Scott went to the army. The Army is were he was changed for ever from un-imaginable experiences for the remainder of his life. I could never have tried to walk in Scotts shoes and not many people could have ever known what he did for so many dieing men in his arms on the Viet Nam battle fields.
Scott came out to my ranch a few times later in his life, and i visited him in his home. He was a wonderful, generous kind hearted man, and friend. I can not say i ever met a sweeter, finer man in my life. He was so incrediably generous and great fun to hang with. I feel such sorrow in my soul for not learning of Scotts death sooner. I new and admired Scott and i always looked up to him. All my prayers are for his family and friends with us, and those who are now with him.
God blessd me by bringing Scott into my life.
I will always remember him and i feel the pain of those who loved him.
Susan (Suzi) Kressler/Davis (Kressler)
I received a personal email from Scott's wife Sheila. She asked if anyone knew Scott as a friend to please post a memory or two. She said he was a wonderful husband, dad and friend.
I didn't know Scott well enough to post a memory but I'm hoping one of you will. Sheila stumbled on our website & visited here for awhile.
Please, in honor of Scott's memory, share some of yours with him for his wife and three sons to read.
Thankyou
John Benge
I met Scott when we were junors at PV. I was dating a girl from Canyon Del Oro HS and he was dating a girl from PV. The girls were friends and my girl wouldn't date at first unless we doubled date. I guess it was the times of respect. But we had fun. We would go to Sabino Canyon many times with or without them. Those days you could drive your car into there and park to the side. One day we picnic into there and Scott said he would bring down another ice chest from my car. He didn't return right away, so I went up to the road to see what happen. Scott was sitting on my hood against the windshield, with a large rock in one hand and a bat in another! He was staring down the road at the many cars parked with people walking by. When I asked him what is up?, he said he heard a few guys say, "there is Benge's car! Lets take the brake off and move it". I'll never forget that sceen, him on guard, protecting my car, loyalty to me and forgetting our dates down in the canyon. It turned out to be John Vucasovich, Clay Taylor, Dave Carpenter, no little guys at all. So, we seen what they came in and after they walked into the canyon, we moved their vehicle. It wasn't a car, but an off road junk. Well we proceeded to move it but the brakes went out and it slamed into the clift wall. The large chunk of missing rock is still there! Three miles into the canyon on the left. When I visit the Tucson, I make it a point to visit the "hole in the wall, by me and Scott. I kept that secret all this time, from 18 years old to 60 years old. Another time, my girl friend was spending the night at his girl friends house. He just lived a couple miles away from her, and I spent the night at his place. Well, it was my first experience with beer, and I don't remember how we got some. I got a little drunk and so was he. Then he said we should go see the girls, just walk over to there, knock on the bedroom window. We did it. Visited for ten minutes cause the parents were home, and walked back. I was tired and wanted to lay down, but Scott wouldn't have it, and picked me up and carried me the rest of the way! We had a few more times together before I got drafted. Then just separated drifted away. I saw him again at a convience store years later. He was a vendor I think. That was the last I saw him. He made a chapter in my school daze life. John Wes Benge.
Tom Tucker
Today i learned of a terrible loss about my close high school friend Scott Bower who died in 2005. My heart felt feelings and condolences go out to his brother, sister, wife, and family friends.
I partied with scott numerous times during our visit at PVHS. we were not there much in our senior year. Scott worked with his mother at St Josephs Hospital for a while in 1968 as an orderly which is most likely what directed him to be a Corpman Medic in the army in Viet Nam. He was the most important man on the battle field.
He saw terrible atrocities their and told me of them and how it affected him so deeply from then on. I remember when Scott worked at AJ Bayless grocery at Speedway and Wilmot in our senior year. After work on Friday nights he would come out with quite a few dozen cartons of eggs and we had a ball driving around in his 55 blue chevy throwing them at interesting targets.
We lived a few blocks from each other in Sheerwood Village neighborhood for 7 years. I new scott since 6th grade at steele elmentay school. Many people do not remember how sick Scott was then. He had underwent a serious life threatening brain surgery in 6th grade. After school at PVHS we both new we were going to be drafted into the army. I joined up the Navy and Scott went to the army. The Army is were he was changed for ever from un-imaginable experiences for the remainder of his life. I could never have tried to walk in Scotts shoes and not many people could have ever known what he did for so many dieing men in his arms on the Viet Nam battle fields.
Scott came out to my ranch a few times later in his life, and i visited him in his home. He was a wonderful, generous kind hearted man, and friend. I can not say i ever met a sweeter, finer man in my life. He was so incrediably generous and great fun to hang with. I feel such sorrow in my soul for not learning of Scotts death sooner. I new and admired Scott and i always looked up to him. All my prayers are for his family and friends with us, and those who are now with him.
God blessd me by bringing Scott into my life.
I will always remember him and i feel the pain of those who loved him.
Tom Tucker
Viet Nam Veteran