God bless your father and your family. I have wonderful years of memories of your dad and my dad Bennett and their cribbage games. I am so happy he had such a wonderful long life. I am sorry I just found,this online. Xxoo

As the husband of my godmother, Barb, Harv saw me many times as I would visit their home, usually seeking the benefit of Barb’s experience and wisdom. He was unfailingly warm and welcoming. He never made me feel like I was intruding on their 'space,' or that he in any way minded my taking her time and energy. We felt an extra special connection because, not only was Barb's grandson a classmate of my boys, but 2 of his kids were classmates of mine way back in the 1960s at Gunn High School! Later, as Harv's health declined, our son Danny would occasionally help by accompanying him on walks. Danny recalls with special fondness Harv’s love of sunshine, dogs and music. He also enjoyed the stories Harv told him of growing up in Milwaukee.

I really enjoyed Harv's sweet warm personality in his older years. I would spend a few afternoons a week and with him and we would go out for a coffee and a cookie (he would always comment, "That's good coffee!") and then a stroll in Holbrook Palmer Park. He always loved to stop and to check out the little kids and little dogs and you could see him smile and get all stoked up. The sunshine and the fresh air and kids and dogs seemed to bring him a lot of happiness. We would always listen to music or sing together. In the car we'd listen to the big band station or his CD's. He loved the Mozart Oboe Quartet in F major especially. And he loved to sing too, we would sing songs like Grandfather's clock, Golden Slippers and Danny Boy. He definitely was slowing down in his older years and would say "I am 90 years old" frequently but I really remember him as being a happy warm sweet guy with a great smile and a big heart and an appreciation for a great family and a great life.

My daughter was about 4 and we were visiting Barb and Harv sitting out by the pool-- Sarah was laughing and having a great time because Harvey was reading to her 'there was an old lady that swallowed a fly'. Harvey was a good friend. He made me laugh and always told me he he loved me. and Love never dies.