Henry H. Fowler - Family and Personal Life

Family and Personal Life

Fowler married Trudye Pamela Hathcote on 19 October 1938. The couple had a son and two daughters:

  • Henry H. Fowler Jnr
  • Marianne Fowler Smith
  • Susan Fowler-Gallagher.

Fowler and his family sponsored a public policy program at Roanoke.

Henry Fowler died of pneumonia on January 3, 2000. At the time of his death, he was living in Falls Church, Virginia. Trudye Fowler died on 22 January 2008, at Alexandria, Virginia.

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