OBITUARY

William Charles Powell

February 6, 1934February 5, 2019
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Virginia Beach - Captain William Charles Powell (known as “Pappy” to some and “Papa” to others) died Tuesday, February 5th, 2019, one day shy of his 85th birthday. His parents were Lowell and Isabel Powell of Ahoskie, NC. Captain Powell loved his country and enlisted in the Navy in 1954 becoming a commissioned officer after his designation as a naval aviator in 1956. During his naval career, he was stationed primarily on the east coast –including Key West, FL; New Iberia, LA; Corpus Christi, TX; Norfolk, VA; Newport, RI; Lakehurst, NJ; and Roosevelt Roads, Puerto Rico. Pappy loved to fly, his favorite being helicopters. He was the commanding officer of the first LAMPS squadron in the Navy (HSL-32) in Norfolk, VA and retired after 26 years of service. Attending church, Duke basketball, ODU football, Monday night poker with the boys, and golf were his favorite activities in later life.

Papa loved and was devoted to his family. Left to cherish his memory are his wife of 62 years, Adelia White Powell; a daughter, Leigh Randolph Powell; a son, William Charles Powell, Jr (Karen); five grandchildren, Ashley Leigh Puvogel (John), Nathaniel Kirk Berkhimer, Michael William Powell, Anna Louise Powell, and Gabrielle Elizabeth McAfee; and three great grandchildren , Levi Joseph Berkhimer, Kinsley Leigh Puvogel, and Ellyson May Puvogel.

A memorial service will be held on Sunday, February 10th, 2019, at 2:30 p.m., at Community United Methodist Church in Virginia Beach. Captain Powell will be laid to rest at a later date in his birth place of Ahoskie, along with his only sibling, Thomas, who died on Christmas Day, 2018. In lieu of flowers, the family requests contributions to the Autism Society or National Multiple Sclerosis Society or a charity of your choice.

  • FAMILY

  • Adelia White Powell, Wife of 62 years
  • Leigh Randolph Powell, Daughter
  • William Charles Powell, Jr. and wife, Karen, Son
  • Ashley Leigh Puvogel and husband, John, Granddaughter
  • Nathaniel Kirk Berkhimer, Grandson
  • Michael William Powell, Grandson
  • Anna Louise Powell, Granddaughter
  • Gabrielle Elizabeth McAfee, Granddaughter
  • Levi Joseph Berkhimer, Great Grandson
  • Kinsley Leigh Puvogel, Great Granddaughter
  • Ellyson May Puvogel, Great Granddaughter

Services

  • Memorial Service Sunday, February 10, 2019
REMEMBERING

William Charles Powell

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debra schultz

February 9, 2019

Dear Dee, Leigh and family,
May the God of peace; comfort you at this difficult time. I will remember Bill fondly. It was evident that he put his family first and I admired him for that. Bill was such an awesome man and will truly be missed by all who knew him.

Agape' love,

Debbie Schultz

Bonnie and Rodney Kelly

February 9, 2019

Dear Dee and Family, We are deeply saddened for you loss and ours. Bill was a wonderful person and friend. We enjoyed having him and Dee in our Sunday School class. We always shared our concerns and praises. He will be truly missed. Our love, prayers, and sympathy is with all of you. God Bless!

Diane Christensen

February 8, 2019

Bill commanded a great deal of respect even from the wives and children! He liked to display a bit of a gruff manner and then delight you by showing you he could be just a big teddy bear,. He had a great sense of humor and I loved to hear him chuckle!

I’ll never forget when I complained he made my “ Old Fashioned “ so strong with. Southern. comfort he started making mine with a thimble! He was fun and was always a true friend you could trust to be there for you. I will miss knowing he is in this world making it a better place! He and Dee were the perfect couple and the best friends you could ever have!

Diane Christensen

Joan Mcculloch

February 8, 2019

So many wonderful memories of time spent with Bill and Dee., it would be impossible to relate just one. So many fun evenings ending with “beware, beware, beware.” Thanks Bill for the great years and the great memoriess.

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Biography

Memories of Dad
My family and I would like to thank you for taking your time to be here to honor the memory of my dad. Some of you have known him for decades, some for years, some for months, while others never met him and are here to support us. We appreciate each one of you.
As Pastor Jannette Clavez said, Dad was born in a small town in NC called Ahoskie. He was a typical boy in the day. He hunted, fished, played on his high school football team, played the saxophone in the high school band, participated in the boy scouts (becoming an Eagle Scout) and was involved in church.
He was in the beta club, as was my mother. My mom is from another small town in NC called Windsor. One day, the Beta clubs went on a joint trip to the NC Mountains. My mom had already picked my dad out and wanted him to notice her. Well, he noticed her alright as she slid down the side of the mountain trying to get his attention. He didn’t rescue her, another boy did, but she got his attention. They began dating not long after that. In those days, everyone dressed to go to church. One Sunday, my mom had on her Sunday best lavender dress. Dad took her to Sunday dinner at his grandmother’s farm which happened to be on the Cashie River. After eating, my dad took my mom down the river on a small boat – how romantic my mom thought. The next thing she knew, Dad had his shot gun out shooting snakes – one of his favorite past times. I’m not sure how much she liked that, but they dated for 6 years before getting married in 1956. They were married 62 years. My dad adored my mom and was deeply devoted to her. I never heard him raise his voice at her. He was always respectful to her. I never heard them fight. Their devotion and loving relationship provided Bill and me with a safety and security that many children do not have. For that, I am forever grateful.
Dad attended Duke University for 2 years after graduating from Ahoskie High School, thus fostering his love for Duke basketball. He put on his Duke sweatpants and shirt to watch the games. The only times I heard him get upset and yell was when Duke or the Redskins were losing. Even though he yelled, I never heard him say a swear word. “Oh my goodness” and “Gee Whiz” were his usual demonstratives.
Dad enlisted in the Navy in 1954. He became a commissioned officer in 1956 after earning his wings. He was stationed at several duty stations throughout his career. He loved to fly, his favorite being helicopters. The Navy loves acronyms, and in 1973, he was called to be the commanding officer of the first LAMPS (which means LIGHT AIRB0RNE MULTI-PURPOSE SYSTEM) helicopter squadron – HSL – 32 (which means Helicopter Antisubmarine Light Squadron 32). While he didn’t typically share his adventures, when he got older he told stories when asked – looking for subs, looking for refugees coming in from Cuba or S. America, looking for drug runners, conducting rescues, supporting troops. He retired from the Navy in 1980, his last duty station being in Roosevelt Roads, Puerto Rico. After retirement, Virginia Beach became mom and dad’s home.
Until he got older, my dad always had a boat. We were out on the boat almost every weekend when weather permitted and he wasn’t deployed. Dad taught us to fish, crab, tickle for longguster (a type if southern lobster with no claws – you only eat the tails), snorkel, water ski and enjoy and respect the beauty of the ocean and the many creatures found in the ocean. Bill’s children and my children were fortunate to have many opportunities to go on the boat with their Papa, and he taught them too.
As dad aged, and it was time to sell the boat, he found other hobbies. He loved to play golf and Monday night poker and he loved the men he played with. Before getting sick, he loved good food and eating out with family and friends. Trips to the Elizabeth City Oyster bar and the restaurant Blue were 2 of his favorites.
He also loved ODU football (He should after paying for me to get multiple degrees from there) and was one of the first season ticket holders since ODU brought back football. It was often a family event. Dad had to be one of the first ones in the tailgating parking lot which meant we were there 4 hours before the game started, but it was important to get a good spot. We tailgated, he grilled, we played cornhole. It was a good time.
My dad was the most forgiving, sacrificial, giving man I ever knew. Like all families, our family had trials and struggles. Dad and Mom were our family’s strength, providing resources, support, love and kindness in times of trouble. He was available anytime, anywhere – no matter what.
Dad was also involved in our everyday lives. He enjoyed attending as many events that involved his grandchildren and greatgrandchildren that he could. He loved spending time with us. Family is what brought him joy, and he was so proud of the people we were becoming. There was never a doubt that he loved us. He was affectionate and told us how much we meant to him on a daily basis.
I Corinthians 13 v 4 – 7 reads,
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, and it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, and always perseveres. This was my dad, and when it was apparent that he was going to die, I had an overwhelming since of gratitude to the Lord for allowing Bill and me to have such a wonderful man as a father and for my children and grandchildren to have him as their Papa.
Dad was faithful to this church, loved his Sunday school class and the people in it. He loved the Lord. Each morning, after preparing a gourmet breakfast for my mom, Dad and Mom sat at the breakfast table and he prayed. He prayed for friends who were sick or going through tough times. He prayed for family members by name, for our country, protection over our troops, and much more. Dad raised his family to love the Lord, to repent, to accept Jesus as their savior and to strive to be more like Jesus every day. Even though I miss seeing my dad, I have the assurance that I will see him again when it is my turn to join Jesus in heaven, and Dad will not be suffering or in pain. We will rejoice with one another.