HOLDEN - Dion Alden Seymour, 83, U.S. Army Ret., Post Master USPS Ret., died at his home, surrounded by his family June 26, 2015. He was born May 8, 1932 in New York, NY to Clinton K. and Hazelle (Dickson) Seymour. I have decided to do my own obituary. I was a member of the Beacon of Hope Church of God in Bangor.
I started my work experience at the age of 16 just after my fathers' death by a few weekends of being a caddy for golfers at the local course in New York. This convinced me that it made no sense to hit a little white ball and then chase it down the mowed section to find it and hit it again. What a waste of time and energy. I never tried it again. We moved to Maine and I was hired at age 16 to work on a road building crew by someone I had never met who turned out to be a Christian and he kept me working all summer. I found out that the ethics of hard work can be an unforgettable experience. How he found me I never learned. It was the first instance in my life that I experienced "Someone watching out for me".
My brother Dick and I joined the National Guard unit in Belfast in June of 1949 and we attended every drill at either Belfast or Bangor. We moved to Bangor and I went to Bangor High for my senior year. When I graduated in 1950, I worked for a sporting supply store as a driver and shipper until I found work at the Searsport tank Farm with The Fred Raff Co. of Connecticut as their timekeeper, local purchaser and apprentice pipe fitter. It was here I met another supervisor who taught me some more work ethics, of honesty, timeliness and accuracy. Susie and I got married in November of 1951 and we rented a small house in Searsport that was not much by today's standards, but it was home and we managed, not knowing that we were really not financially well off. The only running water was in the kitchen and we heated with wood we had given to us and a coil oil burner stove. When you have nothing and are happy, you don't notice what you don't have. But it was not like it is now, as we, as a people, have developed so many perceived wants to satisfy our needs, that we have overwhelmed ourselves into thinking it was always that way, when it actually wasn't. It is a marvel to stop and reflect on just how much technology and how may new products have been brought into our lives. After this, I worked for a local fertilizer company until the baby was born and we moved to Bangor to stay with my mother and found work locally with a gas station, filling in for his son, who was called up for service in the Air Force. I then found work with a local meat supply company as their cooler manager and truck driver. This is where I learned about meat, all the different kinds and types of meat; fresh, canned, and frozen. It is also where I learned just how heavy a quarter of beef can be, sometimes weighing up to 400 pounds plus and you handled it alone. The owners were Jewish and I got to understand their dietary considerations and some of their religious beliefs. They were interesting people and I learned from them, also. I then went to work for Armour, another national meat company, and worked as a driver, shipper and then a route salesman. The manager of the meat company was a good man, and he watched out for me and taught me a lot about the business ethics and the finances involved. This turned out to be another great direction after a low point, when I quit the local company and moved right over to Armour. God seemed to open up the way. This position lasted until I took the Post Office exams and got hired by the Postal Service in 1963, which was another instance of "someone watching out for us". My taking a position with the Post Office began my 35 year career with the USPS. During this time, I started out as a mail handler and promoted to clerk, to supervisor, to Postal System Examiner, to my retirement position as a Postmaster. This whole period again was an example of "someone watching out for us". I spent 7 years on the School Board of the local school system and worked on a couple of town committees. I also worked on call as an apprentice electrician, a part time bookkeeper for an auto parts company (which was run by three Jewish gentlemen who were all very different, interesting individuals), built our house and was a full time member of the National Guard until I retired from the Guard in 1971.
Susie and I bought the farm in Holden in 1970 and we built our new home ourselves and we have been constantly updating it. The house and the land surrounding it, and the wild and domestic animals we have enjoyed, were all supplied by the Lord. We have kept the fields mowed to prevent losing the fields to the alders, and every time I looked out and saw the open fields, or something in the field, or the yard, it made me realize just how great God is. Man alone, as smart and industrious as he may think he is, cannot match God's work or the beauty of the greenery surrounding us. God has been with us all the time and has taken care of all our needs. There were times when things looked bleak and unsettled, but they were all just a reminder that "Somebody has been watching out for us" and I am so very thankful. I am survived by my wife Susie; daughter-in-law, Pamela Seymour of Orrington; Jamie James of Texas; Patricia and Tim Bovee of Brewer; Karen Deck of Old Town; and Wayne Dalrymple of New Jersey; grandchildren, Jeremy Seymour of Kansas City, MO, Michael and Lisa Seymour of Holden, Dawn and Mark D'Angelo of Farmingdale, Melissa and Karl Larson of Newburg, Kenneth James of Georgia, Bryan and Heather James of Eagle Mtn., UT, Sarah Allen of St. Augustine, FL, Sean Bovee of New Jersey, Alexander Deck of Old Town; and 13 great grandchildren. I was predeceased by my father Clinton; my mother Hazelle; my brother Arlen; and my son, Dion Jr.
Friends may visit with the family from 10-11 A.M. Wednesday, July 1, 2015 at the Brewer Chapel of Brookings-Smith, 55 S. Main St., Brewer, where a funeral service will be held at 11AM, with Pastor David Bean officiating. Interment will be at Mt. Hope Cemetery, Bangor. Condolences to the family may be expressed at www.BrookingsSmith.com.