Wednesday, July 12, 2023
Harold’s Celebration of Life Tribute:
Good afternoon everyone.
On behalf of Bride and our family we want to welcome you and thank you for joining us in celebrating Harold’s life; a life he most certainly lived to the fullest. To sum up what Harold has meant to us and the affection we have in our hearts for him is undeniably impossible. And, to tell the truth it’s very challenging putting this magnificent man’s personality, his eye rolls and his hand gestures into writing.
I can assure you that Harold would not want today to be a sombre affair but rather full of laughter, Dad jokes and storytelling. And to focus on the joy that he brought to others. As Major Abbott mentioned to us a few days ago “Laughter is ONE the best medicines for grief and loss.” Over the past few days we’ve certainly done that.
I’m going to start with Harold’s most used word ……. ANYWAY!
ANYWAY, my name is Denise Cooper-Melendy and I am Harold’s daughter in law. I am sincerely humbled to speak.
I was welcomed into the wonderful Melendy family when I met Harold and Bride’s oldest son Tony. Harold’s favourite son-in-law, Rob, and his daughter Joanne had just gotten married in 2004. Harold jokingly said that he was so grateful to Rob for taking Joanne off their hands! The next task at hand for Harold was to get his son Tony off their hands and so, 18 years ago I became his favourite daughter-in-law.
ANYWAY, where did this legend, this myth, this man called Harold Melendy come from?
November 23, 1935 was a BIG day in Newtown. It was 87 years ago when a baby boy was born to Irene and Maxwell Melendy who they named Harold Lester Melendy. As family have said, it was a big day because FIRSTLY, there had never ever been anyone born like this boy! SECONDLY, the day that this boy was born was a Saturday. An old nursery rhyme by Cullen says "Saturday's child works hard for a living" which is so accurate when describing him.
Harold’s family moved briefly to St. John's, then to Corner Brook in 1948. Harold could be seen cruising around town in his supped-up car, adorning his leather jacket and Brylcreem hair with his best buddies Jim, Bud and Pete. At a White House wedding on West Street he met the love of his life Bride, who was a young 17-year-old Salvation Army girl.
Love at first sight! And he chased her! Until she let him catch her! While Harold managed to catch the best cook the world had to offer, Bride eventually tamed his rowdy ways, and for the next 63 years she made an honest man out of him where his family always came first.
They sold their valuables to conjure up enough money to get married on January 12, 1960 in this same church that, we today are having Harold’s Celebration of Life.
Now, finding a place to live for himself and his new wife was easy for this hard-working newlywed. Let’s define Harold’s meaning of Easy? He dug the dirt out his father’s basement with a pick and shovel, and built a small quaint apartment for them to start their lives together. Eventually, as the family grew they built their family home at 166 Humber Road.
The whole world knew that Harold cherished Bride’s love and she was the light of his life. “Where’s Bride?” “I need Bride!” ”Bride!” Their joy was complete by each other.
He loved to dance with his soul mate, and she sang to him some of his favourite songs. And, every night ended with a kiss for 23,115 days.
Harold and Bride raised 3 children; Tony, Joanne and Todd. Harold’s character lives on in these three. I’m not going to suggest who has, what measure, of which traits; but I think they all share the most important one, and that is, “Family comes first.”
I have a few words to describe my observation of the man behind his name. In no specific order: Harold was family, Harold was a Christian, Harold was a hard worker, and Harold was a friend.
Oh, and one other trait! That I vaguely recall, and it’s been occasionally mentioned. Ah yes, and Aunt Eva will attest to this. That, her foolish older brother Harold “never ever wanted to be the center of attention!”
Like many Newfoundlanders, Harold’s parents Irene and Maxwell lived by simple means. Harold often spoke of no formal education in his younger years however these hardships that suppressed those opportunities for a formal education; instead fostered maturity in so many other ways. In the early 1960s, to provide for his family, after 3 years of study he graduated with a Construction, Blueprint, Estimator and Carpentry diploma from the Chicago Technical College while juggling a full-time job.
Harold became a talented, trustworthy contractor and a powerhouse carpenter who had a reputation of creativity and problem solving. A trade he had learned from his own father. Over the past few days many have said “when Harold Melendy gave his word, he was true to his promise.” Saturday's child, who worked hard for a living, just did not stop until the job was completed. Well except for Sundays. Sunday was the Day of Rest and the Lord’s Day that Harold observed his entire life.
Harold’s work ethic led him to establish H. Melendy Ltd. and was recognized as "building or renovating half of Corner Brook", employing over 200 at times. He was instrumental in the construction of the Irving Big Stops with KC Irving however his most cherished project that he spoke fondly and frequently of was the construction of the first Toyota building here in Corner Brook with his younger brother Clyde. Before his passing, Clyde said the Western Group of Companies family would not have succeeded so well without Harold’s initial start up and the advice and guidance he provided Clyde throughout the years. As Aunt Joan has said “Look at the Western Group of Companies family today!”
Anyway, onto a few chuckles about Harold. Because that’s exactly what he’d want!
Shopping with Harold. Anyway, Joanne loved clothes shopping, especially with her Dad. And for good reason! One day Joanne had asked her Dad to take her out and before leaving the house Bride said to Harold, “ONLY buy her 1 top,” Well, you know Harold always listened. Anyway, after shopping with her Dad for the day, Joanne returned home, grinning from ear-to-ear, with 4 new tops. From there on whenever Joanne wanted 4 or 5 new pairs of jeans, she simply got her Dad to take her shopping.
Harold also had a fun and competitive side and was keen at cards. We’d joke and say he retired early allowing him more time to focus on beating everyone at the game of Skip-Boo. Just days before his Journey he had a final game of Skip-Boo at home.
As well, many here today will know how Harold loved his Friday nights with his church family playing darts with a social and fellowship afterwards. And, you may all know he was competitive and very good at the game. But, what you may not know is just how competitive he was. He practiced the art of throwing darts at EVERY opportunity! How? Well, he installed several dart boards in his shed and the house. Even had one hanging in the laundry room! Thankfully with Harold being a bit tall, and Bride on the short side, she was low enough to avoid any flying darts if she was doing a load of laundry.
In 2014 Harold and Bride sold their family home on Humber Road and moved to their current residence, the in-law suite in our home on Link Pond in Massey Drive. We wanted our home to be their home.
Harold had at least one, and sometimes more than one, of every tool known to man and he organized one side of the shed into a carpenter’s paradise. If our local Stan Dawe Limited or Canadian Tire were out of stock of any type of tool, nut or bolt, I’m sure they could give any customer looking for that tool Harold’s phone number to call and see if they could borrow from him.
After settling in quite comfortably the back deck and garden was now his. He started growing his own food from seed, starting with rhubarb then potatoes, carrots, tomatoes, zucchini, and even a pumpkin for Brooklyn. In hindsight, I now wonder if he was he preparing for the COVID pandemic and food shortages!
He built a greenhouse on the back of the shed to grow flowers from seeds for his beloved Bride’s planter boxes on her back deck.
There would be late mornings I would crawl out of bed and see him and Tony out in the boat on Link Pond catching trout for breakfast the next day. Or afternoons in winter ice fishing beside a fire they had built or cross-country skiing up and down the pond with Joanne or Bride.
After retirement in 1995 Harold held many other roles in life from a boat builder, a RV camper, a traveller, but his favourite role was to provide well for everyone in his family. He went above and beyond for them, from the smallest of gestures like building a flowerpot to greater gestures like renovating or building homes.
Joanne and her Dad spent over 2 years together transforming Rob and Joanne’s cabin on Georges Lake into a beautiful family home. Joanne would pick him up at 7:30am each day and he spent his day working there. Well except for Sundays!
Now, if one would ask Harold about the beautiful work that was done, his version would be “Well, Joanne tells me what to do and I just do it.” Joanne’s version would be “I’d ask him to do something, draw him a picture of what I wanted and he’d say “you don’t need that.” A few heads may have butted during those two years but their time together was immeasurable. The deep love he had for his one and only baby girl was breathtaking.
Just this April Harold designed blueprints for Todd’s patio on his new home in Hearts Delight. Over the past months Todd had Face Timed him (sometimes several times a day) for advice on projects he was doing.
Harold embraced my daughter in Alberta and my grandchildren as well as Rob’s children and grandchild into the Melendy family like his own and that has meant so much to the both of us.
Recently while Harold was doing his daily readings and prayers he quoted me a Bible verse from Proverbs 17:6 “Grandchildren are the crown of the aged.” It’s been his blessing to have grandchildren. Each was his pride, his blessing and his joy!
Pop’s adoration of his grandchildren and step-grandchildren was profound. His love was strong and deep; and he was always there to offer his love, support and encouragement. And of course, a few dollars!
Jennifer, you were Pop’s very first and what a blessing you were for him. You both shared heaps of laughter and love. His love is the greatest gift he has left for you.
Justin, the only thing better than one grandchild is two, and a boy at that! Pop loved watching you grow and often said he was so proud of the man you are.
Tonya, Pop’s third and his charm, like Nan. Even though in recent years, distance separated you both, you blessed him with your daily Face Time calls.
Christina, you were Pop’s baby girl. Pop treasured you so much, especially challenging him with games of skip-boo. He looked forward to every single visit from you.
What we remember too was that throughout his life Pop would those crack corny Dad jokes with all of his grandkids and, even though some jokes made them groan, they secretly loved these Pop-Zingers that were so bad, they were good.
“What did the ocean say to the beach? Nothing, it just waved.”
One day while Bride was at the hairdresser shop, Harold called looking for her and the hairdresser said “she just went through the door.” Harold’s quick response was “Did she hurt herself?”
Harold, your Dad jokes and sense of humour will be missed.
I have to share a personal story that Tony and I have laughed about over the past few days.
Now, Harold loved trout. He actually caught 20 trout from Link Pond, which is the pond behind our home and threw them into our fishpond, which is in our backyard, along with our 30 goldfish and koi that had survived there for over 5 years. Harold thought they’d all get along! But the next day not one goldfish could be found. Were they perhaps nervous of the new trout and hiding? NOPE! Those trout feasted on every single goldfish and koi.
Anyway, allow me to continue. Tony drained out the fish pond, caught the trout, refilled the fish pond, bought new goldfish and koi and put them in there. The next day, yet again, not one single goldfish to be found. One trout, just one single trout that avoided its demise the day before feasted on all the new gourmet of goldfish. From then on, that lucky trout was better known as “Harold’s little pet trout!”
Harold loved to do was treat all the family pets with pet biscuits. Scotty would get so excited as soon as the car took the turn to go to Nan and Pop’s house. Our dogs; Haley and Toby would go out of their minds if they didn’t get to see Nan and Pop daily. And for that, there was good reason. They knew what was behind the pantry door!
A few years back Harold and Bride took care of Haley and Toby for 6 weeks for us and when we returned Haley could barely walk as she had gained so much weight. We came to discover that Harold was giving her those big dog treats you’d give a German Sheppard. And, he was treating her with not one, but with five to ten of those per day. Our 6.7-pound morkie weighed in at a whopping 10.8 pounds when we returned.
The animals Harold loved didn’t have to be typical house pets. It would be unjust if we didn’t acknowledge his homemade birdhouses which he placed outside his living room window. As he sat in his chair he’d watch them come for visits and he’d delight in seeing them enjoy the seeds he bought. Squirrels and rabbits frequented his window but let’s not forget to mention his pet trout! In fact, his pet trout is still alive and living its best life, still in the fishpond!
Harold’s name was also “Faithful Servant.” God used Harold to do wonderful things for others and even strangers. Unknown to a lot of people Harold was involved in acts of love and charity humbly serving those in need whether it be repairing a neighbours bridge, drawing up blueprints for a friend’s home or doing odd jobs, all for free. He was an example “to love your neighbour as yourself.”
Harold stood and believed in Jesus. He was a good and faithful servant, honest and compassionate. Harold shared and he cared.
He was one of a kind. His views on life and his suborn quirks made him the unique person we don’t know how we’ll live without. But we’ll figure it all out.
We have the hope of his faith to encourage us;
The strength of his example to remind us;
And a lifetime of memories to sustain us.
Now in closing, allow our family to play a beautiful reflectional hymn called “The Ones We Love” by Carey Landry. The words are included in your program and will be overhead …. Please sing along or simply reflect on our blessings.
May God richly bless you.