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I was lucky enough to have Ed and Betty as neighbors for almost 30 years and could not have had any better ones. I could depend on their help if I needed it and I hope they felt the same way. They raised six wonderful children. We have a very large oak tree in the back yard thanks to Ed. One day he was digging out his sewer with the supervision of two young boys - John about 9 years old and my son Doug about 4, when Ed discovered a twig oak tree and told Doug take this home and have your Dad plant it. The tree is now much taller than our home and we refer to it as Doug and Ed's tree. Ed and Betty were always wanting to give me some of their beautiful flowers for planting, but I told them why would I want all the work when I could just sit in my yard and enjoy theirs. Many times I would look over the fence and there would be Ed with a handful of flowers he had picked for me. I still look over to their house and think of all the good memories.
~ Dixie Joseph - January 17, 2020
Dad, I loved reading the adventures of you growing up with your brothers and sister. What a great glimpse into a different part of your life! You always made it a point to attend our activities. You let me come home when I hated being at band camp a week before college started. My major was communications. That is a laugh! I’d rather sit in a corner than communicate. Ha! That decision changed my life! You did throw me off one time. I knew if I wanted something to ask you. All my friends were going to driving school. I was one of the youngest in my class. Holy smokes you told me “no”. Mom had to talk you into it. Huh! You fooled me! Another time I came home quite a bit snockered on senior skip day. I pretended to be sick but ended up fessing up to you. You laughed, told me some of your own funny adventures, and said you would not tell mom. (I am sure mom knew).
Here is something anyone who knows dad can believe. Even up to his last minute, dad kept busy including working on oil & gas. According to the nurses he passed away mid-sentence. Dad took care of others before himself. One of my favorite memories and joke to this day is teasing my youngest brother , John. There were six of us kids. Towards the end of a meal, dad would always say “Does anyone want this last so and so.” John piped up many times to say he would. We had to teach John that dad really wanted it and was just being polite. Now, I think John asks that question quite a bit. Ha! Well those are some of my memories! I love you dad and miss you!
~ Karen Kluczykowski - January 16, 2020
Hal, my brother, my friend.
What I remember most about Hal is how smart he was, and wise. I always admired and looked up to him. All of us siblings were close friends growing up and always managed to have great fun playing and entertaining ourselves. I always looked to Hal to be our leader, and I trusted him and tried to follow his example. As we all became adults, and even "senior citizens" Hal maintained his role as that leader and made it his priority to check in with us periodically to make sure we were all doing okay.
One of my memories of him is that he was a super swimmer. We used to go swimming down by the ore dock in Ashland, WI. This, at the time, was the largest ore dock of its kind in the country...1800 feet long. Hal would swim the full length and back again with little effort. And he was a really good diver, too...perfect form. Reminded me of the famous Johnny Weissmuller.
I also have a memory of one cold winter day when Hal was driving us into Ashland. I don't remember who all was with us or what was the purpose of our trip, but I do remember that it was very cold and the road was slippery in spots. Hal was a good driver, but as we were coming over a hill he hit a patch of ice and lost control and rolled Dad's 1950 Buick. He was so scared, but fortunately we were all okay.
I suppose there are many other stories one could share, but memories fade with time. I will miss him, but I look forward to reuniting with him some day in our Heavenly Home.
~ Robert (Bob) Hare - January 15, 2020
MY OLDER BROTHER HAL
by John D. Hare
WOW! What a brother. I wish everyone had a friend, or even better, a brother, like Hal.
We Hare kids - Hal, me, Helen, and Bob were born in Chicago, Illinois. MUCH later, Tom was born in Ashland, WI.
Funny the things one remembers from the past. As I’ve thought of Hal, I remember when I was 5 years old and my first day of kindergarten. Hal took my hand and helped me cross Cottage Grove Street, go over the Illinois Central railroad to Burnside School. When we got there, he smiled like he always did, and said, “You will be okay, John. I will get you back home.” At recess, or maybe lunch time, I was outside in the corner of the fenced-in yard, crying because I couldn’t find Hal. Then here comes smiling Hal - “It’s okay, John, I’ll get you home later today.”
Then Grandpa Hare died in Barksdale, WI, Hal where my dad grew up. Dad was laid up from a work accident and was on crutches when we went to Grandpa’s funeral. It was the beginning of WW II, and Mom & Dad decided to move back up to Wisconsin. So, Mom, Helen and Bob went back to Chicago to sell stuff and prepare to move north. Dad, Hal and I stayed in Barksdale until the rest of the family could join us.
How well I remember my first day at Ondossagon School, near little Ashland, WI. We now lived in a farming community, and here were us “city kids” wearing “Chicago style” long socks, nickers and funny shoes. It was my first day to school. But, here comes smiling Hal - to the rescue again!
Hal also taught me to ride bike, bat a ball, catch a fish, and toss a basketball. He was good at basketball like Dad. But Hal couldn’t FIX things! That was my area! It was always, “John fix this tire; fix the Bendix brake; HOW does this go, John??” But otherwise, for everything else, he was SO smart. His school wanted to advance him a whole grade level since he was a straight A student, but Mom and Dad said no. Smiling Hal didn’t seem to care. Then there was me. I could hardly make it to the next grade – C’s and D’s! I remember the teacher saying to me one time: “John…. Aren’t you HAL’s brother?” Oh well.
Later when Hal was on the A-team - first string in basketball at the high school - he, Helen, Bob and I rode the school bus to the game one winter night. On the way home, the driver dropped the four of us off … 1-1/2 miles from home in freezing weather, … instead of at the proper stop which was less than 1/4th mile from home. Hal said, “John, we have to hurry to stay warm; I’ll take Helen’s hand and you take Bobs, and just keep moving!” Soon Helen began to cry, and then Bob, saying “Can’t we stop to rest?” “No,” insisted Hal. “We canNOT.” We barely made it. Mom and Dad literally had to “defrost” us. Mom wondered how we managed to even get home; I said, “Hal MADE us do it.”
That was my brother, Hal. And if you know my brother, Hal, you know why I loved him so!
~ John Hare - January 14, 2020
My Oldest Brother: “Hal”
by Tom Hare - January 2020
My oldest brother, Edward H. Hare Jr. - who was called “Ed” by so many who knew him - was known as “Hal” to my siblings and me. He was so much older than me that he could almost have been my father – he was 16 years old when I was born! He was the sibling patriarch. I was the youngest of 5 children, who arrived as a very late “caboose” to the Hare family, and thus nearly grew up like an only child; my brother, Hal, was the ideal oldest brother to me.
Hal was also a kind of role model to me for so many of my young years. As the eldest of my parents’ brood, he made them proud; but I really think all of us siblings were proud of him as well. He set a terrific example, it seemed to me. He was also an overcomer; smitten with scarlet fever as a boy, he was left with a severe speech impediment. Not only did he overcome that obstacle and rise to the top of his profession, but I think he also chose to repurpose the frustrations of that process into being kind and patient with others. He was in fact a man of great kindness who looked out for others – certainly for his younger siblings – and even though I was such a caboose in the family train, I never felt isolated from him as one separated by so many years might expect to feel. He always expressed interest in me – little Tommie back in those days.
He was also a very aware and protective big brother. One very stark memory I have is when Hal saved my life ... literally, I believe. Our families on my mom's side were visiting at their cottage on the Kankakee River. I was probably around 8 yrs. old at the time, and for some reason Hal was visiting then too. I was goofing around in the water, a few feet out into the river, and I spied a large log floating down the middle of the river. For some reason, my 8 year old brain thought it would be great to hitch a ride! But, as I waded out into the river, and the water came to my upper chest and the current was pulling at me, it dawned on me that my idea was not good, so I turned to wade back to shore - when suddenly my feet were dragged out from under me and dragged me under. I sputtered to the surface, as sharp pain shot up my leg and screamed for help. The log, unknown to me, was festooned with old fishing lines and hooks, one of which had snagged my foot. I screamed for help - hoping someone would hear me - as I also fought to keep my head above water as the log pulled me inexorably down river. "Someone" did hear me. Hal saw my plight from shore, sprinted and dove off the dock swimming out to me. Some how he broke the line, and got me safely to shore, and extracted the fishhook. I believe I am present today to write this because of Hal's quick and heroic action.
As I grew, I found that I loved the sciences, just as he did. Perhaps I chose the sciences myself because he did. He would give me fossils and unique mineral crystals that I treasured, and thought were so cool, and we would talk about the wonders of geology. You see, He’d chosen geology as a profession. So, when my teachers began to ask me “what I wanted to be when I grew up” – I began saying, “I’m going to go to college and be a geologist, just like my brother Hal.” In that sense, I literally was following in his footsteps, and continued to do so as I prepared to get a Masters in Geology after having earned my own B.S. in geology. So powerful was Hal’s influence in my life that only a sovereign intervention by the Sovereign God changed the trajectory and the course of my life and re-directed me from the study of the ages of the rocks to the study of the Rock of Ages. After that our professions diverged for several years, until at 83 years of age, Hal expressed to me and others through his own verbal and written testimony of becoming “born again,” after which he too began to study more “spiritual geology” himself – i.e., the Rock of Ages. A good thing for a veteran geologist to do, I think.
From the perspective of a little brother, Hal also seemed to me to be wonderful family man. He not only spoke positively of the importance of family, he seemed to me to demonstrate it well, too – first by having a large family, and then in the way that he appeared to father his kids, and care for his wife. And due to the unique role and perspective I have had as a pastor for multiple decades now, I have also come to realize just how unfortunately rare Hal was as a family man.
And now, as the rest of us on this planet begin a new year and a new decade, Hal is in a far, far better place. And, He is doing well, and he is waiting for the rest of us.
Hal, give Mom & Dad a hug for the rest of us until we join you one of these days to come.
~ Tom Hare - January 14, 2020
I remember my oldest brother, "Hal" as we used to call him. He was my protector . A very 'gentle' soul, shy and very studious. He loved to read. I recall that we were all 'children of the outdoors, sent out to play Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter everyday.' We invented our fun, and as the only girl in the center of 4 brothers, I always had to play 'boy' games, and was very competitive. One winter we all went tobogganing down the small hill in back of our house which was on the shore line of Lake Superior. It was great fun and the snow was thick and the ice had frozen over at the bottom of the hill, however this had been a warm and sunny day. The night was quiet and peaceful with a full moon. We ran to the top of the hill with the toboggan and jumped on...First Hal, (of course) then Me, then Bob, and John who ran and gave the push and jumped on, as we flew down the hill. (Tom wasn't here yet, He was still a 'twinkle' in my Dad's Eye.) Down we flew, then up in the air...we were 'air-borne'...Oh my, that wasn't usual. It seems that as the Lake warmed and cooled it pushed up some of the ice against the shore line ...And 'splat' we came down and landed in water as we were sitting. The water was still frozen underneath, but there lay a few inches of water on top of the ice. We scrambled off the sled and headed for the house at the top of the hill, cold and crying. Hal made sure that especially Bob and I got safely up the hill and in the house. John took care of the toboggan. We could always depend on Hal to be our guardian.
Another time, all of us kids were allowed to go to a basketball game at night at school...the bus came and picked us up. However, when the game was over..The bus driver didn't bother to drive us to our driveway and dropped us off at the bottom of the hill of the "S" curve...1/2 mile from home. It was late, dark, and 'freezing'. Hal grabbed my hands, and John grabbed Bobs and we headed for home. Halfway there Bob cried and complained he was cold and sleepy. Hal almost dragged him and said you can't go to sleep...you won't wake up. Hal had had Boy Scout survival training and He got us all home. Our Hero...once again.
He remained our "Big Brother" who always cared for each and everyone of us. I will always remember "Hal" as a kind, and gentle soul with the heart of a 'servant.' Who loved his family deeply. He came 'home' this last summer, I think to say"Goodby". "Goodby", Sweet brother...I'll always love you...your Sister, Helen "Sue".
~ Helen Hare Hagstrom - January 13, 2020
One of the first things I learned about Ed is that he instilled a love of practical pick up trucks in his youngest son. That was over twenty years ago in his driveway when he was probably thinking, "that kid is fine as long has he parks in the street."
I followed around John like he was one of my older brothers the last few years I lived in Parsons and got to see the place Ed called home. He and raised his diversely successful family, sharing his thoughtful and inquisitive nature. Our only interactions were small talk and that was just fine. I was aware of who he was based upon the family he'd raised. Thanks Ed!
~ Joel Shaw - January 11, 2020
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