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Lynette Farrell posted a condolence
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Mrs. Mayo, Jean & Wallace, Paul & Karen, Elaine & Junior & families!!
My deepest sympathies to you. Hold your memories close to your heart. Thinking of you at this difficult time. xo's
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Lorna Hamilton posted a condolence
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Aunt Renie,Jeanie, Ray and family: sorry to hear of Uncle Harolds passing, he was a very special man, who was full of kindness and quiet smiles. Sorry we can't be there with you. Sending hugs and prayers for you, you are loved very much.
Love,
Lorna Jason Jacob and Tori.
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Peter and Elaine Genge posted a condolence
Thursday, July 22, 2010
It is with sincere regret that we learned of Uncle Harold's passing today. Although it has been many years since we were home on the peninsula, he has always had a firm place in my heart as a most kind, compassionate, and generous man.
As children, we all got into dozens of scrapes, and Uncle Harold had a ringside seat to one of mine. Having taken one of Nan's chairs down onto the landwash -- and forgetting to retrieve it as the tide came in! - I figured I would be in fine Dutch when supper time came and someone was left standing. No way was I going to get it back without soaking my clothes. I was either going to catch it from Nan over the chair being soaked, or from Mom over getting myself soaked when I wasn't allowed in the water in the first place. While sitting on the big rock at the bottom of the garden, wondering which was the worse fate, I was sort of surprised to have a warm hand land on my shoulder - without yelling! - and a pair of long rubbers drop into my lap.
Uncle Harold wasn't what you could call a talkative person, but, he sure did have a wonderful smile, one we got to see a lot. It's hard to say who was grinning more by the time that chair got back on dry land. Me, from pure relief, or him, from watching me fumble around in boots about ten sizes too big! I'm pretty sure I was floating at some point, but, chair and clothes arrived back on the beach in not too bad order and I escaped, what seemed at the time, some pretty dire consequences.
Needless to say, it wasn't the most stupid thing I ever did - certainly not the last stupid thing. Many times, when I was literally in over my head, I'd think about the time Uncle Harold helped me rescue a chair and never told a soul. Uncle Harolds turned out to be pretty rare. While it seems I'm slow to learn lessons, it will be a long time before I forget his smile and laugh that day. Many years later, when it was a certain Michael Genge who was found up to his eyeballs - and over his boot tops! - in the Walsh River, I was in mid-screech when I stopped and thought that, maybe, there was a better, quieter way to go. That lesson at least did stick.
He was a great uncle and a fine man who touched many hearts. He will certainly be missed.
Elaine and Peter Genge