Harvey's children held his memorial in Hopewood, the wonderful old house on Harrington Road in Pemaquid Maine, where he and Flo lived and brought up their family. It was so fine to see the familiar faces--there was my uncle Quent, my aunts Helen and Nat, my cousins! This was the first time Lawrence had met my family--I was so pleased to be able to introduce him to them and them to him, and to show him the spectacular beauties of Maine--which obliged by providing clear sunny skies and a breeze to kick up the sparkling waves.
The ceremony of goodbye to Harv was a simple and pleasant affair, everyone seated in that barn like room (where we have had so many family parties) and each person giving some reminiscence of Harv-- I said how I admired his skill as a gardener, particularly his raspberries. Oh my, those raspberries! Michael talked about Harv and his boats, so many, that he built and sailed. Then out came the food, lots of it, and drink--we chatted and enjoyed the good things and each others' company. And remembered Harvey. Lots of pictures HERE.
Helen and Harv were very close, and she had so many happy memories of him. Here is her story, which is filled with thoughts of her much loved brother.
And here is a picture of her at Harvey's memorial, with her little brother Quentin--the only ones left of the 5 wonderful and dearly loved Hope siblings.
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