Uncle Harold was the son of Clarence E. and Mable T. Horne .
He was the brother of Erlene Horne Sparks and Ruby Frances Horne Pittman .
I feel very blessed to have had him as my uncle, he was a dearly loved and respected man.
Harold was a wonderful uncle, (the best in the world!)and father, son, brother, cousin,Husband and friend.
Uncle Harold was known well for his "Unspoken Words". He was quiet; never talked a lot but when he did, people listened for they knew they may never hear him speak of that subject again.
Harold was retired from Torrington Co., Tyger River Plant, and was formerly employed as an auto mechanic with Roper Chevrolet of Union,and worked his self up to service manager.
He had two sons, Steven Harold Horne and Tony Alan Horne both of Union, SC.
Uncle Harold was a Marvel at everything he did.
As a mechanic,
he was taught by one of the top mechanics in SC, my papa ,Cletus Sparks. He and Uncle Harold could listen to a car pass by and tell you what was wrong with it at the drop of a hat.
As a carpenter,
he could make some of the most beautiful furniture you would ever see and restoring an old home…. It looked like a mansion!!
As an photographer,
he took classes to learn all he could about it, and many people in our town wanted him to take photos of their special occasions . He did camera manipulation with the shutters with his 35mm, awesome….. I'll post one to show you.
Computer wiz:
he had a computer program collection and could do anything you wanted.
He loved to work with pictures on the computer too. He could do anything From photo clean up to Fantasy art with your picture.
He amazed me at all the things he showed me he had done. He and my mom inspired me to learn about computers and computer programs. Uncle Harold would "Coach" me over the phone step by step and would stay there all day if I needed him too.
He did a lot of computer work for my mom too. He always told her take her time and read everything and study it. Now sometimes she tells me how to do something, Thanks to Him.
Uncle Harold loved motorcycles very much, they were a life long passion of his.He said while riding he felt free and relaxed and would return home refreshed and rejuvenated.
He always believed in "Safety First". He was teaching my son, Alex, about bikes about a year before he pasted away and how to be safe on one,he had a small Honda that he taught him to ride in his yard.
Harold would never go "uneducated". If something came up he wanted to do, he'd study all resources and know all there was to know about it.
I can't think of one person that could say, think or feel badly towards Harold. He was a humble man and was loved dearly by everyone. His son, Tony is a reflection of his dad.
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A gentle wind blew cross the land,
Reaching out to take a hand.
For on the winds the angels came,
Calling out my uncle's name.
Left behind, the families tears,
Loving memories of the years.
Of joy and love, a life well spent,
And now to God, my uncle's sent.
On angel's wings, a heavenly flight,
The journey home, towards the light.
To those who weep, a life is gone,
But in God's love, 'tis but the dawn.
********************
He was the brother of Erlene Horne Sparks and Ruby Frances Horne Pittman .
I feel very blessed to have had him as my uncle, he was a dearly loved and respected man.
Harold was a wonderful uncle, (the best in the world!)and father, son, brother, cousin,Husband and friend.
Uncle Harold was known well for his "Unspoken Words". He was quiet; never talked a lot but when he did, people listened for they knew they may never hear him speak of that subject again.
Harold was retired from Torrington Co., Tyger River Plant, and was formerly employed as an auto mechanic with Roper Chevrolet of Union,and worked his self up to service manager.
He had two sons, Steven Harold Horne and Tony Alan Horne both of Union, SC.
Uncle Harold was a Marvel at everything he did.
As a mechanic,
he was taught by one of the top mechanics in SC, my papa ,Cletus Sparks. He and Uncle Harold could listen to a car pass by and tell you what was wrong with it at the drop of a hat.
As a carpenter,
he could make some of the most beautiful furniture you would ever see and restoring an old home…. It looked like a mansion!!
As an photographer,
he took classes to learn all he could about it, and many people in our town wanted him to take photos of their special occasions . He did camera manipulation with the shutters with his 35mm, awesome….. I'll post one to show you.
Computer wiz:
he had a computer program collection and could do anything you wanted.
He loved to work with pictures on the computer too. He could do anything From photo clean up to Fantasy art with your picture.
He amazed me at all the things he showed me he had done. He and my mom inspired me to learn about computers and computer programs. Uncle Harold would "Coach" me over the phone step by step and would stay there all day if I needed him too.
He did a lot of computer work for my mom too. He always told her take her time and read everything and study it. Now sometimes she tells me how to do something, Thanks to Him.
Uncle Harold loved motorcycles very much, they were a life long passion of his.He said while riding he felt free and relaxed and would return home refreshed and rejuvenated.
He always believed in "Safety First". He was teaching my son, Alex, about bikes about a year before he pasted away and how to be safe on one,he had a small Honda that he taught him to ride in his yard.
Harold would never go "uneducated". If something came up he wanted to do, he'd study all resources and know all there was to know about it.
I can't think of one person that could say, think or feel badly towards Harold. He was a humble man and was loved dearly by everyone. His son, Tony is a reflection of his dad.
*******************
A gentle wind blew cross the land,
Reaching out to take a hand.
For on the winds the angels came,
Calling out my uncle's name.
Left behind, the families tears,
Loving memories of the years.
Of joy and love, a life well spent,
And now to God, my uncle's sent.
On angel's wings, a heavenly flight,
The journey home, towards the light.
To those who weep, a life is gone,
But in God's love, 'tis but the dawn.
********************
Uncle Harold was the son of Clarence E. and Mable T. Horne .
He was the brother of Erlene Horne Sparks and Ruby Frances Horne Pittman .
I feel very blessed to have had him as my uncle, he was a dearly loved and respected man.
Harold was a wonderful uncle, (the best in the world!)and father, son, brother, cousin,Husband and friend.
Uncle Harold was known well for his "Unspoken Words". He was quiet; never talked a lot but when he did, people listened for they knew they may never hear him speak of that subject again.
Harold was retired from Torrington Co., Tyger River Plant, and was formerly employed as an auto mechanic with Roper Chevrolet of Union,and worked his self up to service manager.
He had two sons, Steven Harold Horne and Tony Alan Horne both of Union, SC.
Uncle Harold was a Marvel at everything he did.
As a mechanic,
he was taught by one of the top mechanics in SC, my papa ,Cletus Sparks. He and Uncle Harold could listen to a car pass by and tell you what was wrong with it at the drop of a hat.
As a carpenter,
he could make some of the most beautiful furniture you would ever see and restoring an old home…. It looked like a mansion!!
As an photographer,
he took classes to learn all he could about it, and many people in our town wanted him to take photos of their special occasions . He did camera manipulation with the shutters with his 35mm, awesome….. I'll post one to show you.
Computer wiz:
he had a computer program collection and could do anything you wanted.
He loved to work with pictures on the computer too. He could do anything From photo clean up to Fantasy art with your picture.
He amazed me at all the things he showed me he had done. He and my mom inspired me to learn about computers and computer programs. Uncle Harold would "Coach" me over the phone step by step and would stay there all day if I needed him too.
He did a lot of computer work for my mom too. He always told her take her time and read everything and study it. Now sometimes she tells me how to do something, Thanks to Him.
Uncle Harold loved motorcycles very much, they were a life long passion of his.He said while riding he felt free and relaxed and would return home refreshed and rejuvenated.
He always believed in "Safety First". He was teaching my son, Alex, about bikes about a year before he pasted away and how to be safe on one,he had a small Honda that he taught him to ride in his yard.
Harold would never go "uneducated". If something came up he wanted to do, he'd study all resources and know all there was to know about it.
I can't think of one person that could say, think or feel badly towards Harold. He was a humble man and was loved dearly by everyone. His son, Tony is a reflection of his dad.
*******************
A gentle wind blew cross the land,
Reaching out to take a hand.
For on the winds the angels came,
Calling out my uncle's name.
Left behind, the families tears,
Loving memories of the years.
Of joy and love, a life well spent,
And now to God, my uncle's sent.
On angel's wings, a heavenly flight,
The journey home, towards the light.
To those who weep, a life is gone,
But in God's love, 'tis but the dawn.
********************
He was the brother of Erlene Horne Sparks and Ruby Frances Horne Pittman .
I feel very blessed to have had him as my uncle, he was a dearly loved and respected man.
Harold was a wonderful uncle, (the best in the world!)and father, son, brother, cousin,Husband and friend.
Uncle Harold was known well for his "Unspoken Words". He was quiet; never talked a lot but when he did, people listened for they knew they may never hear him speak of that subject again.
Harold was retired from Torrington Co., Tyger River Plant, and was formerly employed as an auto mechanic with Roper Chevrolet of Union,and worked his self up to service manager.
He had two sons, Steven Harold Horne and Tony Alan Horne both of Union, SC.
Uncle Harold was a Marvel at everything he did.
As a mechanic,
he was taught by one of the top mechanics in SC, my papa ,Cletus Sparks. He and Uncle Harold could listen to a car pass by and tell you what was wrong with it at the drop of a hat.
As a carpenter,
he could make some of the most beautiful furniture you would ever see and restoring an old home…. It looked like a mansion!!
As an photographer,
he took classes to learn all he could about it, and many people in our town wanted him to take photos of their special occasions . He did camera manipulation with the shutters with his 35mm, awesome….. I'll post one to show you.
Computer wiz:
he had a computer program collection and could do anything you wanted.
He loved to work with pictures on the computer too. He could do anything From photo clean up to Fantasy art with your picture.
He amazed me at all the things he showed me he had done. He and my mom inspired me to learn about computers and computer programs. Uncle Harold would "Coach" me over the phone step by step and would stay there all day if I needed him too.
He did a lot of computer work for my mom too. He always told her take her time and read everything and study it. Now sometimes she tells me how to do something, Thanks to Him.
Uncle Harold loved motorcycles very much, they were a life long passion of his.He said while riding he felt free and relaxed and would return home refreshed and rejuvenated.
He always believed in "Safety First". He was teaching my son, Alex, about bikes about a year before he pasted away and how to be safe on one,he had a small Honda that he taught him to ride in his yard.
Harold would never go "uneducated". If something came up he wanted to do, he'd study all resources and know all there was to know about it.
I can't think of one person that could say, think or feel badly towards Harold. He was a humble man and was loved dearly by everyone. His son, Tony is a reflection of his dad.
*******************
A gentle wind blew cross the land,
Reaching out to take a hand.
For on the winds the angels came,
Calling out my uncle's name.
Left behind, the families tears,
Loving memories of the years.
Of joy and love, a life well spent,
And now to God, my uncle's sent.
On angel's wings, a heavenly flight,
The journey home, towards the light.
To those who weep, a life is gone,
But in God's love, 'tis but the dawn.
********************
