Jan. 24, 1945 - Nov. 8, 2016 Craig Lowe, 71, died in his home in Edmonds, WA on November 8, 2016. A native Washingtonian, Craig was born January 24, 1945 in Seattle. His father served in the Coast Guard for many years, and their family lived all over the country during his childhood, including stays in Boston, Georgia, Hawaii, and Alaska before settling in Edmonds, where he lived most of his adult life. He served in the Naval Reserve from 1965 to 1967. He was a lifelong devoted fan of all Seattle sports teams. Craig was preceded in death by his parents, Jesse Lowe and Carol Lowe (Bucklin); and his brother, Gary Lowe. He is survived by his sons, Damon and Brad (Krys); and his grandchildren, Derik (Cathy), Desiree, Jesse, Lexi, and Zoe.
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Jan. 24, 1945 - Nov. 8, 2016 Craig Lowe, 71, died in his home in Edmonds, WA on November 8, 2016. A native Washingtonian, Craig was born January 24, 1945 in Seattle. His father served in the Coast Guard for many years, and their family lived all over the country during his childhood, including stays in Boston, Georgia, Hawaii, and Alaska before settling in Edmonds, where he lived most of his adult life. He served in the Naval Reserve from 1965 to 1967. He was a lifelong devoted fan of all Seattle sports teams. Craig was preceded in death by his parents, Jesse Lowe and Carol Lowe (Bucklin); and his brother, Gary Lowe. He is survived by his sons, Damon and Brad (Krys); and his grandchildren, Derik (Cathy), Desiree, Jesse, Lexi, and Zoe.
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Jan. 24, 1945 - Nov. 8, 2016 Craig Lowe, 71, died in his home in Edmonds, WA on November 8, 2016. A native Washingtonian, Craig was born January 24, 1945 in Seattle. His father served in the Coast Guard for many years, and their family lived all over the country during his childhood, including stays in Boston, Georgia, Hawaii, and Alaska before settling in Edmonds, where he lived most of his adult life. He served in the Naval Reserve from 1965 to 1967. He was a lifelong devoted fan of all Seattle sports teams. Craig was preceded in death by his parents, Jesse Lowe and Carol Lowe (Bucklin); and his brother, Gary Lowe. He is survived by his sons, Damon and Brad (Krys); and his grandchildren, Derik (Cathy), Desiree, Jesse, Lexi, and Zoe.
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Jan. 24, 1945 - Nov. 8, 2016 Craig Lowe, 71, died in his home in Edmonds, WA on November 8, 2016. A native Washingtonian, Craig was born January 24, 1945 in Seattle. His father served in the Coast Guard for many years, and their family lived all over the country during his childhood, including stays in Boston, Georgia, Hawaii, and Alaska before settling in Edmonds, where he lived most of his adult life. He served in the Naval Reserve from 1965 to 1967. He was a lifelong devoted fan of all Seattle sports teams. Craig was preceded in death by his parents, Jesse Lowe and Carol Lowe (Bucklin); and his brother, Gary Lowe. He is survived by his sons, Damon and Brad (Krys); and his grandchildren, Derik (Cathy), Desiree, Jesse, Lexi, and Zoe.
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Carl (Chuck) Munson
I have to post something.
My most memorable Craig Lowe moment still leaves me flummoxed by my own naive stupidity back in the day (at least now I'm not naive).
O. K., we have Craig Lowe on one hand, but that evening also involved Mike Fox (a fact which should give you some indication of where this story is going). Mike was with Craig and two Terrace guys, Dave Becker and Chuck Audahl, who I knew well because I went to grade school with them, and somehow Bob Bingham and I joined them at the A&W during that late summer afternoon in 1965. Becker was going to boot camp the next day and wanted to have a memorable last evening before he left.
Becker had a 1958 Biscayne 4-door with the floor boards rusted out. It appeared to be a year or so away from the wrecking yard. Under the hood, however, Becker had installed a 427 with tripower, and a 4-speed, and had filled the trunk with sandbags. To say the car was a sleeper is like saying the Sahara Desert has some sand. Becker invited the rest of us (five) to join him (bucket seats were uncommon) while he went out cruising his last night home.
I remember Audahl getting out of the car at the A& W, lifting the hood and connecting the tripower. And we were off.
Becker drove, Audahl and Lowe were in front, while Bingham and Fox (both of whom weighed over 250 lbs. at the time) were next to the rear windows, with me (the little guy) filling the modest space between them. From the A&W we pulled down onto 99 and, en route to the U-District, dragged anyone-who-would, and there many.
In the U District, Becker continued to drag everything in sight including, I recall, a new red 'vette with two guys in it who couldn't believe they were getting beat. And beat. And beat. We went from light-to-light-to-light. Did this with many hot cars until it got dark. Went to the Burgermaster. Checked the tires. They were nearly bald. Went back to 99 and did the same thing until after midnight. Finally headed home.
The climax. Lowe was egging Becker, betting Becker that, heading west, Becker couldn't lay rubber from one end of that big dip on the east side of Maplewood Hill to the top on the other end. It was 2:00 in the morning. No other cars. Feigning rage, Becker stopped the car at the applicable spot at about the intersection with 81st, told Lowe to get out and check the tires with a flashlight from the glove compartment. Lowe said they were now bald. Oh well.
Lowe got back in.
Becker told us to hang on to something (no seatbelts back then), dropped it into first gear, and floored it. Several very loud seconds later, at close to 100 mph, Becker won the bet, leaving enough smoke to alert a fire department.
After going to bed that night, my thoughts were 1) while the evening was memorable, it's a wonder we weren't all remembering it in the afterlife, 2) I will never do that again, and 3) the guardian angels for Mike, Bob and me must all have ulcers. As the character Toad memorably said at the end of American Grafitti: "Zheesh, what a night!" Craig Lowe, RIP. I hope your surprisingly long life was happy and fruitful.
Karen Ceder (Ferris)
Chuck,
Thank you for sharing that memory. My husband graduated in 1964 from Custer (SD) High School (@ 53 class members) and I have always thought the "core group" of the Edmonds Class of '63 was more like that of a "small-town" school -- lots of memories, lots of continuing friendships. I have enjoyed Alan's class reunions probably more than he! My family moved to Edmonds in 1958 (I-5!!! "stole" our house; to make way for the north on-ramp at 50th and 7th Ave. NE/U District). I was in the 8th grade so never really "belonged." (An aside: Tom Schatz kept nominating me for what was it? student of the week/month. What a nice guy!) I clung to the walls through high school, had few friends (ha! that's still true) so I enjoy reading about memories, the 50th reunion, ladies luncheon, etc. on this site.
Thanks again, Chuck,
Karen Ceder Ferris
North Central Iowa (how did this Seattle girl end up in "middle earth?")
Anthony Spanovic
Inspired by Chuck Munson’s and Karen Ceder Ferris’ posts, American Graffiti, Two Lane Blacktop and Detroit iron… and fast cars with Craig and others….60s era.
Senior year at good ‘ol Edmonds High where the blue Pacific etc., Craig had a two tone green 57 Chev. It was pretty quick, but he wanted it quicker. Toward that end he borrowed 500 bucks from me ( Part of a 7000 dollar bonanza Kodiak fishing season summer of 62). With that money Craig blue printed his 327 at Precision Motors ( I think it was). Exhaust cutouts were installed and, I believe, a lower gear 3rd member. The car was a lot quicker.
One of the other truly fast cars in the immediate area at the time was a black 57 Chev owned by Denny Petersavage. Denny had graduated and had work at the Shell station across from the A&W. Craig must have raced him several times out on 99 going north and other places.
One race was on that narrow road on the hill going from Forest Glen over toward Richmond Beach. I didn’t usually ride during the races, but often flagged them off. Those two cars side by side on that very narrow road…insane!! ….and insane for me standing in front of them. If memory serves the races were pretty even, Denny probably winning more. Denny later went on to have a hell of a big time career in the very top classes of NHRA drag racing that included some famous funny cars….….Chi Town Hustler to name one driving under the name of Denny Savage. http://www.competitionplus.com/drag-racing/news/16314-savage-qualifies-no-1-for-war-stories-showdown
Craig after the Navy became a salesman. He was my best buddy off and on since the 8th grade at Edmonds. Sadly didn’t see much of him the last few years.
I only briefly drove a 60 Austin Healey Sprite with a 265 ….2 Carter AFB 4 barrels. That could , if sandbagged enough, beat Craig’s car. I later drove that “Sprite” half way into the rear end of another guy’s new 65 Corvette fastback on the 45th St. ramp to I-5, Steve Noah home on leave from the Air Force was my passenger. Both of us perhaps lucky to survive with minor ailments.
Still have a “love affair” with the autos, some of that certainly a result of paling around with Craig those years…….…I currently drive a super clean, customized 77 Ford F150 built in Las Vegas.
Like many others we were part of that generation sharing a love affair with the great American automobile. With some of America’s truly most beautiful young women attending our schools…. And some of us spending all that time with those American cars? What the !!?
Thanks for the memories Chuck and Karen……..and Craig.
And BTW..….Craig…..if you’re listening, you still owe me 500 bucks. Lol.
RIP Craiger, will miss you always, buddy.