Harold's parents were Claude and Ola Mae Davis and to their union four sons were born Claude, Larry and Edward, and
Harold was the youngest.
He was raised in Memphis Tennessee and attended Booker T Washington High School, there he played the drums in the band, and he enjoyed riding a motorcycle with his brother. Throughout high school he proudly worked at the historic Peabody Hotel as a server. Some would would say that's where he developed his meticulous attention to detail and exemplary customer service skills.
Eager for greater opportunities Harold moved to Detroit Michigan after graduating from high school, he stayed with his aunt and uncle. Shortly after, he was drafted to the United States Army to serve our country during the Korean war. While touring in France he met and married his first wife Olga and to that union Harold Davis Jr. aka Pete was born.
After his discharge from the army he moved to Chicago Illinois and began his career as a life insurance agent at Mammoth Life. He quickly moved up the ranks and became district manager. His work ethic and accomplishments greatly impressed Joseph B. Thompson, founder of Thompson Funeral Home so much that he was hired in 1963 to take care of insurance claims and eventually became general manager. Harold was consider as part of the Thompson family, he was known as Mr. Dexter he worked there for 50 years.
Harold met his second wife Carrie who was also a Memphis native, on a elevator and they had a daughter Natalie.
Harold, simply known as "Davis" devoted his life to his family and career. Harold had a cool old school sense of humor, he loved to tell old stories, Cadillacs, good whiskey and a good piece of prime rib.
Harold leaves behind his long time devoted girl friend Karen McDermed. She was the love of his life, they had been together twenty one years.
THE MEASURE OF A MAN
Not, How did he die? But How did he live? Not What did he gain? But What did he give?
These are the things that measure the worth of a man as a man, regardless of birth.
Not, What was his station? But had he a heart? And How did he play his God-given part?
Was he ever ready with a word of good cheer? To bring back a smile, to banish a tear?
Not, What was his church? Not What was his creed? But Had he befriended those really in need?
Not, What did the sketch in the newspaper say? But How many were sorry when he passed away?
These are the things that measure the worth of a man as a man, regardless of birth.
Harold was the youngest.
He was raised in Memphis Tennessee and attended Booker T Washington High School, there he played the drums in the band, and he enjoyed riding a motorcycle with his brother. Throughout high school he proudly worked at the historic Peabody Hotel as a server. Some would would say that's where he developed his meticulous attention to detail and exemplary customer service skills.
Eager for greater opportunities Harold moved to Detroit Michigan after graduating from high school, he stayed with his aunt and uncle. Shortly after, he was drafted to the United States Army to serve our country during the Korean war. While touring in France he met and married his first wife Olga and to that union Harold Davis Jr. aka Pete was born.
After his discharge from the army he moved to Chicago Illinois and began his career as a life insurance agent at Mammoth Life. He quickly moved up the ranks and became district manager. His work ethic and accomplishments greatly impressed Joseph B. Thompson, founder of Thompson Funeral Home so much that he was hired in 1963 to take care of insurance claims and eventually became general manager. Harold was consider as part of the Thompson family, he was known as Mr. Dexter he worked there for 50 years.
Harold met his second wife Carrie who was also a Memphis native, on a elevator and they had a daughter Natalie.
Harold, simply known as "Davis" devoted his life to his family and career. Harold had a cool old school sense of humor, he loved to tell old stories, Cadillacs, good whiskey and a good piece of prime rib.
Harold leaves behind his long time devoted girl friend Karen McDermed. She was the love of his life, they had been together twenty one years.
THE MEASURE OF A MAN
Not, How did he die? But How did he live? Not What did he gain? But What did he give?
These are the things that measure the worth of a man as a man, regardless of birth.
Not, What was his station? But had he a heart? And How did he play his God-given part?
Was he ever ready with a word of good cheer? To bring back a smile, to banish a tear?
Not, What was his church? Not What was his creed? But Had he befriended those really in need?
Not, What did the sketch in the newspaper say? But How many were sorry when he passed away?
These are the things that measure the worth of a man as a man, regardless of birth.
Harold's parents were Claude and Ola Mae Davis and to their union four sons were born Claude, Larry and Edward, and
Harold was the youngest.
He was raised in Memphis Tennessee and attended Booker T Washington High School, there he played the drums in the band, and he enjoyed riding a motorcycle with his brother. Throughout high school he proudly worked at the historic Peabody Hotel as a server. Some would would say that's where he developed his meticulous attention to detail and exemplary customer service skills.
Eager for greater opportunities Harold moved to Detroit Michigan after graduating from high school, he stayed with his aunt and uncle. Shortly after, he was drafted to the United States Army to serve our country during the Korean war. While touring in France he met and married his first wife Olga and to that union Harold Davis Jr. aka Pete was born.
After his discharge from the army he moved to Chicago Illinois and began his career as a life insurance agent at Mammoth Life. He quickly moved up the ranks and became district manager. His work ethic and accomplishments greatly impressed Joseph B. Thompson, founder of Thompson Funeral Home so much that he was hired in 1963 to take care of insurance claims and eventually became general manager. Harold was consider as part of the Thompson family, he was known as Mr. Dexter he worked there for 50 years.
Harold met his second wife Carrie who was also a Memphis native, on a elevator and they had a daughter Natalie.
Harold, simply known as "Davis" devoted his life to his family and career. Harold had a cool old school sense of humor, he loved to tell old stories, Cadillacs, good whiskey and a good piece of prime rib.
Harold leaves behind his long time devoted girl friend Karen McDermed. She was the love of his life, they had been together twenty one years.
THE MEASURE OF A MAN
Not, How did he die? But How did he live? Not What did he gain? But What did he give?
These are the things that measure the worth of a man as a man, regardless of birth.
Not, What was his station? But had he a heart? And How did he play his God-given part?
Was he ever ready with a word of good cheer? To bring back a smile, to banish a tear?
Not, What was his church? Not What was his creed? But Had he befriended those really in need?
Not, What did the sketch in the newspaper say? But How many were sorry when he passed away?
These are the things that measure the worth of a man as a man, regardless of birth.
Harold was the youngest.
He was raised in Memphis Tennessee and attended Booker T Washington High School, there he played the drums in the band, and he enjoyed riding a motorcycle with his brother. Throughout high school he proudly worked at the historic Peabody Hotel as a server. Some would would say that's where he developed his meticulous attention to detail and exemplary customer service skills.
Eager for greater opportunities Harold moved to Detroit Michigan after graduating from high school, he stayed with his aunt and uncle. Shortly after, he was drafted to the United States Army to serve our country during the Korean war. While touring in France he met and married his first wife Olga and to that union Harold Davis Jr. aka Pete was born.
After his discharge from the army he moved to Chicago Illinois and began his career as a life insurance agent at Mammoth Life. He quickly moved up the ranks and became district manager. His work ethic and accomplishments greatly impressed Joseph B. Thompson, founder of Thompson Funeral Home so much that he was hired in 1963 to take care of insurance claims and eventually became general manager. Harold was consider as part of the Thompson family, he was known as Mr. Dexter he worked there for 50 years.
Harold met his second wife Carrie who was also a Memphis native, on a elevator and they had a daughter Natalie.
Harold, simply known as "Davis" devoted his life to his family and career. Harold had a cool old school sense of humor, he loved to tell old stories, Cadillacs, good whiskey and a good piece of prime rib.
Harold leaves behind his long time devoted girl friend Karen McDermed. She was the love of his life, they had been together twenty one years.
THE MEASURE OF A MAN
Not, How did he die? But How did he live? Not What did he gain? But What did he give?
These are the things that measure the worth of a man as a man, regardless of birth.
Not, What was his station? But had he a heart? And How did he play his God-given part?
Was he ever ready with a word of good cheer? To bring back a smile, to banish a tear?
Not, What was his church? Not What was his creed? But Had he befriended those really in need?
Not, What did the sketch in the newspaper say? But How many were sorry when he passed away?
These are the things that measure the worth of a man as a man, regardless of birth.
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