In Memory

Rebecca Scott (Hollowell)

Rebecca Scott (Hollowell)

Rebecca Scott Hollowell was born in Greensboro, NC on a beautiful spring day, the first day of May, 1953. Her life concluded unexpectedly on All Saints’ Day, the first day of November, 2015 while enjoying her favorite beach in the Bahamas. Her life brought beauty to the world and joy to those who knew her. 

Everyone knew her as Becky, or as mom or sometimes as “lady over there in the garden”. 

She has brightened the day for so many people through her talents in gardening, problem solving, event organization, flower arranging, graphic skills, color coordination and art. She also had a great laugh.

We picture Becky sitting at the beach, with her eyes closed so she could feel the sunshine and wind surround her as the quintessential warmth and breath of the earth.

Becky grew up in Greensboro and enjoyed everything to do with the city from watching The Old Rebel on TV to smelling the sweet cedar aroma coming from the old George Brown Lumber Company while on the way to see the circus at the coliseum.

An avid Tarheel fan, Becky attended “The UNC” and remained in Chapel Hill for many years following graduation. While living on “the hill”, she managed smooth operations at the Tar Heel Sports Network and later maintained sanity at Village Publishing Company where she was soon named Vice President of Sanity. Also during that time, she was fool enough to marry her best friend and remain married to him for eighteen years before mutually returning the relationship to best-friend-in-the-whole-wide-world status. Contrary to rumors, this best-friend relationship was not maintained simply for someone she could call to kill snakes and fix her computer.

She cherished nothing more in this world than her son Scott. For the last nineteen years he brought her all things she determined to be wonderful including his never-ending love, humor, frustration, worry, pride, trouble, exuberance, fear, mystery, inconsistency, mess, joy and accomplishments. She wouldn’t have traded that for anything. Then, in heartfelt recognition of all her trials and steadfast determination, he decided to attend NC State. She got over it and was recently seen wearing a Wolfpack t-shirt (albeit, teal and green instead of red). Fortunately, this life change did not lead to her demise.

One of her favorite pastimes was to travel. Being in the Bahamas with close friends was her favorite destination.

Becky was unmatched in her ability to find a four-leaf clover when it seemed impossible, a heart-shaped rock among many odd stones or the first flower of spring on the gloomiest last days of winter. These tokens she would present to you on the spot as a gift from her heart to yours.

Becky collected rocks and everyone wondered what she planned to do with all of them. Her time on this earth could not possibly be adequate to complete the many art projects she had planned for her extensive collection of architectural relics, antique treasures, rocks, pots and other items selectively collected to someday “make something beautiful happen”. Becky did, however, transform many pieces from this collection into beautiful oil paintings, landscape art, flower arrangements and whimsical garden creations. These things became known affectionately as “Becky stuff”.

She cared deeply about art, progressive politics, and entertained both whimsical and philosophical thoughts. She had a tender heart and was always willing to help a friend or anyone in need. 

Becky was most comfortable being in nature and working in her yard. Her nurturing nature was seen through gardening talents she humbly shared with friends and organizations she cared for, particularly Greensboro Day School. 

The luckiest dogs and cats in the world were those adopted by Becky.

When you see a spring daffodil, you see Becky. Please plant daffodils everywhere in honor of Becky.

Becky has many best friends. Her best friend in the world was her former husband Rick. Besides being exceptionally good looking, Rick is a fairly decent writer compared to most engineers.

A service celebrating Becky’s life will be held at 2:00 pm, Sunday, November 8, in the back yard of the Blandwood Mansion, 447 West Washington Street in Greensboro, NC. A reception will follow the service.

Becky is preceded in death by her parents, Robert Matthews Scott and Barbara Wilson Scott, both previously of Greensboro. She is survived by her son, Scott David Hollowell of Greensboro, a sister Martha Scott McGough (William Marion McGough, Jr.) of Reidsville and a brother Robert M. Scott II (Sarah Weaver Scott) of Green Mountain, NC.

Becky always said it was OK to send her flowers as long as it is not Valentines Day or Mothers Day. We are assuming the same pertains to her memorial service. Arrangements are being coordinated by Rick Hollowell, 1617 S College Park Dr., Greensboro, NC 27403.

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11/06/15 06:32 AM #1    

Deb Luebben (Smith)

Becky lived down the street from me on Stratford Drive.  We spent several nites "walking" in the neighborhood just talking.  She was always so calm and appreciated beauty.  She was a wonderful artist.  I've thought of her often over the years.  I'm glad she had a happy life.

09/27/16 08:20 PM #2    

Rose Marie Hodges (Cook)

November 1, 2016 will mark one year that I have missed Becky. I think about her every day and miss her dearly. I "met" Becky when she enrolled her son, Scott, in GDS where I have taught children all about Science for many years.  We became fast friends with our mutual love of children and nature. She soon moved to our neighborhood and we became garden and beach buddies, sharing parenting strategies quite often. Since my two children were older than Scott, I was able to advise her what was coming as well as assure her to  "stick in there, this phase will pass!"  Becky was the kind of friend who gave her amazing artistic talent freely and perfectly from her heart.  She transformed Revolution Mill into the most lovely venue for my daughters wedding reception. It was a truly magnificent celebration that my husband and I will never forget due to her tender loving care. Most of all, I miss my Garden Angel.  Countless hours were spent in the Greensboro Day School Lower School gardens with and without students in tow. She shared her love of the garden with all of us. One of my favorite memories is going out in the garden and finding a small stack of 3 or 4 perfectly chosen and stacked stones carefully placed as her calling card "Becky was here!"  I know that the children and I will always cherish the love she shared with us! Thankfully, through the generosity of friends of Becky, my family and families who remember her, there is a perennial garden at the GDS Lower School in her memory. 

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