Harold Lee Thompson was born in Philadelphia Pa on March 18, 1926 and went home to be with the Lord on January 6, 2007. He was the 4th child born to the late Thomas and Ethel Tindle-Thompson. He was educated in the Philadelphia school system. Harold was baptized at the Mt.Carmel Baptist Church in 1944.
Harold joined the Merchant Marines in 1944 which took him all over the world. He joined the US Army 1951 and was stationed in various parts of the Untied States.
In 1967 He met and Married the late Gloria Brandon. To this union 2 children were born a son Harold and Daughter Stephanie. He also gained a Step-Daughter, Clarissa.
Harold worked for Rohm and Haas Inc. from 1968 until retiring in 1988. Harold joined the 59th street Baptist Church in 1993 and became a member of the Male Chorus.
He leaves to cherish memories his family, Ms. Stephanie Thompson of Woodbury New Jersey One son, Harold G Thompson of Elmira New York. One step- daughter Mrs. Clarissa Cordova of Tucson AZ. 8 grandchildren. 1 Daughter-in-Law, Mrs. Rita Thompson. 2 sons-in-law, Mr. Brian Hannah and Mr. Juan Cordova. One very devoted and a host of relatives and friends. My dad had me when he was in his late 40's and he never let his age stop him from being the best Dad he could be to me. He was my best friend and he will be missed. I want to thank Mozer ~ *Angels Flower Garden * ~ who sponsored my Dad's page.
Dad
by Judy Burnette
Dad...so many images come to mind
whenever I speak your name;
It seems without you in my life
things have never been the same.
What happened to those lazy days
when I was just a child;
When my life was consumed in you
in your love, and in your smile.
What happened to all those times
when I always looked to you;
No matter what happened in my life
you could make my gray skies blue.
Dad, some days I hear your voice
and turn to see your face;
Yet in my turning...it seems
the sound has been erased.
Dad, who will I turn to for answers
when life does not make sense;
Who will be there to hold me close
when the pieces just don't fit.
Oh, Dad, if I could turn back time
and once more hear your voice;
I'd tell you that out of all the dads
you would still be my choice.
Please always know I love you
and no one can take your place;
Years may come and go
but your memory will never be erased.
Today, Jesus, as You are listening
in your home above;
Would you go and find my dad
and give him all my love.
Harold joined the Merchant Marines in 1944 which took him all over the world. He joined the US Army 1951 and was stationed in various parts of the Untied States.
In 1967 He met and Married the late Gloria Brandon. To this union 2 children were born a son Harold and Daughter Stephanie. He also gained a Step-Daughter, Clarissa.
Harold worked for Rohm and Haas Inc. from 1968 until retiring in 1988. Harold joined the 59th street Baptist Church in 1993 and became a member of the Male Chorus.
He leaves to cherish memories his family, Ms. Stephanie Thompson of Woodbury New Jersey One son, Harold G Thompson of Elmira New York. One step- daughter Mrs. Clarissa Cordova of Tucson AZ. 8 grandchildren. 1 Daughter-in-Law, Mrs. Rita Thompson. 2 sons-in-law, Mr. Brian Hannah and Mr. Juan Cordova. One very devoted and a host of relatives and friends. My dad had me when he was in his late 40's and he never let his age stop him from being the best Dad he could be to me. He was my best friend and he will be missed. I want to thank Mozer ~ *Angels Flower Garden * ~ who sponsored my Dad's page.
Dad
by Judy Burnette
Dad...so many images come to mind
whenever I speak your name;
It seems without you in my life
things have never been the same.
What happened to those lazy days
when I was just a child;
When my life was consumed in you
in your love, and in your smile.
What happened to all those times
when I always looked to you;
No matter what happened in my life
you could make my gray skies blue.
Dad, some days I hear your voice
and turn to see your face;
Yet in my turning...it seems
the sound has been erased.
Dad, who will I turn to for answers
when life does not make sense;
Who will be there to hold me close
when the pieces just don't fit.
Oh, Dad, if I could turn back time
and once more hear your voice;
I'd tell you that out of all the dads
you would still be my choice.
Please always know I love you
and no one can take your place;
Years may come and go
but your memory will never be erased.
Today, Jesus, as You are listening
in your home above;
Would you go and find my dad
and give him all my love.
Harold Lee Thompson was born in Philadelphia Pa on March 18, 1926 and went home to be with the Lord on January 6, 2007. He was the 4th child born to the late Thomas and Ethel Tindle-Thompson. He was educated in the Philadelphia school system. Harold was baptized at the Mt.Carmel Baptist Church in 1944.
Harold joined the Merchant Marines in 1944 which took him all over the world. He joined the US Army 1951 and was stationed in various parts of the Untied States.
In 1967 He met and Married the late Gloria Brandon. To this union 2 children were born a son Harold and Daughter Stephanie. He also gained a Step-Daughter, Clarissa.
Harold worked for Rohm and Haas Inc. from 1968 until retiring in 1988. Harold joined the 59th street Baptist Church in 1993 and became a member of the Male Chorus.
He leaves to cherish memories his family, Ms. Stephanie Thompson of Woodbury New Jersey One son, Harold G Thompson of Elmira New York. One step- daughter Mrs. Clarissa Cordova of Tucson AZ. 8 grandchildren. 1 Daughter-in-Law, Mrs. Rita Thompson. 2 sons-in-law, Mr. Brian Hannah and Mr. Juan Cordova. One very devoted and a host of relatives and friends. My dad had me when he was in his late 40's and he never let his age stop him from being the best Dad he could be to me. He was my best friend and he will be missed. I want to thank Mozer ~ *Angels Flower Garden * ~ who sponsored my Dad's page.
Dad
by Judy Burnette
Dad...so many images come to mind
whenever I speak your name;
It seems without you in my life
things have never been the same.
What happened to those lazy days
when I was just a child;
When my life was consumed in you
in your love, and in your smile.
What happened to all those times
when I always looked to you;
No matter what happened in my life
you could make my gray skies blue.
Dad, some days I hear your voice
and turn to see your face;
Yet in my turning...it seems
the sound has been erased.
Dad, who will I turn to for answers
when life does not make sense;
Who will be there to hold me close
when the pieces just don't fit.
Oh, Dad, if I could turn back time
and once more hear your voice;
I'd tell you that out of all the dads
you would still be my choice.
Please always know I love you
and no one can take your place;
Years may come and go
but your memory will never be erased.
Today, Jesus, as You are listening
in your home above;
Would you go and find my dad
and give him all my love.
Harold joined the Merchant Marines in 1944 which took him all over the world. He joined the US Army 1951 and was stationed in various parts of the Untied States.
In 1967 He met and Married the late Gloria Brandon. To this union 2 children were born a son Harold and Daughter Stephanie. He also gained a Step-Daughter, Clarissa.
Harold worked for Rohm and Haas Inc. from 1968 until retiring in 1988. Harold joined the 59th street Baptist Church in 1993 and became a member of the Male Chorus.
He leaves to cherish memories his family, Ms. Stephanie Thompson of Woodbury New Jersey One son, Harold G Thompson of Elmira New York. One step- daughter Mrs. Clarissa Cordova of Tucson AZ. 8 grandchildren. 1 Daughter-in-Law, Mrs. Rita Thompson. 2 sons-in-law, Mr. Brian Hannah and Mr. Juan Cordova. One very devoted and a host of relatives and friends. My dad had me when he was in his late 40's and he never let his age stop him from being the best Dad he could be to me. He was my best friend and he will be missed. I want to thank Mozer ~ *Angels Flower Garden * ~ who sponsored my Dad's page.
Dad
by Judy Burnette
Dad...so many images come to mind
whenever I speak your name;
It seems without you in my life
things have never been the same.
What happened to those lazy days
when I was just a child;
When my life was consumed in you
in your love, and in your smile.
What happened to all those times
when I always looked to you;
No matter what happened in my life
you could make my gray skies blue.
Dad, some days I hear your voice
and turn to see your face;
Yet in my turning...it seems
the sound has been erased.
Dad, who will I turn to for answers
when life does not make sense;
Who will be there to hold me close
when the pieces just don't fit.
Oh, Dad, if I could turn back time
and once more hear your voice;
I'd tell you that out of all the dads
you would still be my choice.
Please always know I love you
and no one can take your place;
Years may come and go
but your memory will never be erased.
Today, Jesus, as You are listening
in your home above;
Would you go and find my dad
and give him all my love.
