Robert Lewick - Lincoln KS
6/24/1925 - 11/6/2014
Robert Roy Lewick, 89, of Lincoln, KS, died Thursday, November 6, 2014, in Lincoln, KS. Robert was born in rural Lincoln County, KS, on June 24, 1925, to Alvin Bryan and Emma Walters Lewick.
He was preceded in death by: his wife, Leahmae Musselman Lewick; son, Jim Lewick; and brothers Billie, Alvin Jr., Clayton, and Hugh Lewick.
Left to celebrate his life include: son, Donald (Warrene) Lewick, of Lees Summit, MO; daughter, Emajeanne (Edgar) Gates, of McPherson, KS; sister, Betty Crawford, of Lincoln; 5 grandchildren; and 5 great-grandchildren.
Visitation is 1-7:00 P.M. Thursday, November 13, at Hall Chapel, Lincoln, KS. Family will greet friends 5-7:00 P.M.
Funeral service at 1:00 P.M. Friday, November 14, at Hall Chapel, Lincoln, KS, with interment following in Lincoln City Cemetery.
Memorials may be made to VFW Post #7928 or Lincoln Municipal Golf Course.
Bob was a pool player, or so I am told, but also spent a good amount of his time playing pasture pool as well. I do not play either pool or golf, so Ive always wondered about peoples fascination with the game. I have to tell you that it makes me wonder at times what draws people to the billard table or the course itself - is it the boundaries created by the tables edge? the six pockets in which the game is played? Or is it the outdoors the green fairways, the blue skies, the lakes and trees, the feel of the breeze across the face? Or is it quite simply the friends with whom the game is played? Their companionship, their encouragement, the conversation between the pockets and the holes, the silence as the players wait their turn? Or, is it the game the balance between grace and skill and power, the striving for perfection, hiding the pool ball in that defensive shot so that the 8 ball goes in last, the loft of the ball, the precision of the putt? Or is it all of these, and in these, all the meditations about all of life harmony, friendship, balance, and, every once in a while, that perfect shot, the last pocket filled and a glorious Amen.
As I listened to Emma share about her Dad, in our visitation time together, I could not help but think about both the pool table and the golf course and how like life the course becomes as one plays through a rack of balls or those 18 holes.
The scriptures say that: There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance,
Robert Roy Lewick was born on the family farm just a bit north of the city of Lincoln, on June 24, 1925 to Alvin Bryan and Emma Walters Lewick. As one of the couples six children, Bob grew up on the farm and like many born within this time, knew the leanness of those early years growing up during the Depression days of our nation. Following his graduation from Lincoln High School in 1943, Bob enlisted in the United States Navy where he served as a Sonar Man II Class upon the USS Lansdowne until his discharge in March of 1946. It would be another 6 years before the discharge was completed as another 6 years were spent in the Reserves. Serving his country was important and Bob wore his cap with the Lansdowne stitch on it proudly. He loved sharing with an eager listener how the destroyer he served upon navigated the Japanese waters, guiding the ships through the mine fields to pick-up the Japanese officials that would sign the Japanese Surrender of World War II aboard the USS Missouri on September 3, 1945.
Bob returned home to Kansas following his time spent in the Navy where he married Leahmae Musselman. Together the couples established their home of over 65 years and were blessed with the birth of 3 children: 2 sons Jim and Donald; and one daughter Emajeanne.
An outgoing, people kind of person, Bob farmed the family farm as well as his own before going to work for Amos Houston. In 1969 Bob became a business partner with his brothers Bill and Alvin in owning Halls furniture and funeral home. Life was busy, but through the years he always found the time to squeeze in a little travel. Leahmae and Bob tried to make the Navy reunions for the Lansdowne and yes they enjoyed travel in the north and west from Washington DC to California they saw they sites and yes, checked out the golf courses along the way.
I think Bob probably found friends everywhere he went, never seemed to know a stranger. Parked at the corner of the nurses desk at LPM he would greet everyone regardless of how many times he saw them. He loved getting that Navy newsletter that kept him up to date on all the happenings in his naval buddys lives. Great sense of humor with a little orneriness built in&he loved to tease loved the challenge of a conversation and oh my, those quick, quick comebacks he could really catch you with a good one if you didnt watch out. Enjoyed cooking in the day even sent the recipes on to Emma. And those homemade peanut butter balls and peanut brittle&well Christmas was always a time in the kitchen and a time to share with other as well. Liked to fish and hunt. Lifetime member of the VFW. Pets no way but he would tolerate the long haired visits from his daughters cat. A master carpenter he helped to build the golf sheds at the golf course and in his day even a built a house or two. The handyman projects were many. And yes, it had to be done his way cause he knew what the right way was. But oh he loved his family, daily visited Leahmae in the Care setting to put her make-up on, 3 children, 5 grandchildren, 5 great-grandchildren, and yes, that game of pool and a game of golf as well&
There is a time for everything, the scripture says, and a season for every activity under the heavens a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to a time to keep &.like memories made and shared..
Honey, come here and see me, he used to say when I saw him at LPM. Sucking a wintergreen mint and smiling broadly he would always try to catch me with a tease. Engaged with life, outgoing, and yes he often said exactly what was on his mind. As I think about the greens of the golf course today, I believe that the spirit of who Bob was is there through the memory of his story told. Bob liked pool and Bob liked golf. And playing through those 18 holes, or shooting for the corner pocket is indeed like life. The Golfers Prayers says we need a drive thats both long enough to reach our goals, and yet straight enough to keep us out of trouble. We need to be willing to stand by- and not play through those genuine moments of reaching out with honor to demonstrate the integrity of our character. And finally, when weve putted out on the 18th green, may we know that we will join the saints gone on before on the course that heaven holds.
The prophet Isaiah says &.."When you are set free, you will celebrate and travel home in peace. The mountains and hills will sing as you pass by....and all the trees will clap." May Bob know this peace. Amen
Pastor Kaye Metzler