Thursday, February 5, 2015
I wish to offer my deepest sympathy to the family of my 1st.cousin, Harold. I too have a very empty hole in my heart thinking about his loss. He really was a very gentle person, yet one of the most stubborn people I have ever known. He needed to be to fight his way thru life as sick as he was. Early on in his young life he became ill requiring the care of doctors. I can remember how much his mother, Lena Perry loved him. He was the center of her universe. I feel sure she was at his side early that cold Feb. Sunday morning taking him by the hand, leading him home to her sisters, brothers, and grandparents who all took him by the hand and presented him to our Lord. I would be surprised if she ever left his side for one minute. Her love taught me to be a strong women and mother and a better person in life. After I was married, we both found our own ways living life. In 1976 I was forced to move to a warmer climate for my arthritis and moved to Arizona. I worked, raised my family and took care of my mother. I wish I had kept more in touch with Harold more often. We did talk on the phone and in 2012 I came to visit him at his home. He was so fortunate to have such a loving wife as Nat. was. No one could have taken better care of him during his married years as she did. will always be grateful for her love and devoted care. She truly shared his life with him all the way though. Harold the father was a gentle, but strong loving person to his son Danny. Danny in turn has become a loving and caring father and husband to his family. That love will go on forever for generations to come. I have always been saddened by the way so many miles have separated our little family and kept s apart. Many people have that same story in their lives. Harold was a man od few words in his later years. However, if he said something he really meant it. He was honest and true to his family and friends. I was saddened that hi body was so weakened in his later years. I can still remember the young boy in Middlefield, Ct. who built a snow fort and me in snowball fights with the neighbor kids. He had the heart of a warrior and a lion, and that is how I choose to remember him. As well as always trying to fix him up with girls from my High School who made him their dates to the Junior and Senior Proms. Those were very important days to us. I also remember summer trips with our Aunt Freda to shore and plays and the theater. We had fun with his family on the 4th of July and on vacations. His father was very good to me as well. We used to eat State Line potato chips on the front steps of his house and talked about what our lives would be like when we grew up. Priscilla Beauleau Christianson