Mr. Harvey William Henry Salmon

SALMON, Harvey William Henry, 79, of North Vancouver, B.C. passed away at Evergreen House, Care Home on February 16th, 2017 with his family at his side. A special thank you to Evergreen Staff for their loving care and support.

Harvey is survived by his wife Maureen, daughters Grace (Jay) Menning, Laura (Jean-Paul Molgat) Salmon, grandchildren Alayna, Bryce, Maude and Sophie. Harvey was a special man who will be remembered as having a great sense of humor, a charitable heart and fighting spirit. He worked for over 30 years for BC Rail. Funeral Mass for Harvey will be held at St. Stephens Catholic Church, 1360 East 24th Street, North Vancouver, B.C. on Thursday March 2nd, 2017 at 11:00am. In lieu of flowers, memorial donations may be made to the Canadian Diabetes Association at www.diabetes.ca

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Harvey had a warm radiant smile, his eyes crackled with mischief and his witty humor always delivered within his ‘one liners’.

Some of his ‘one-liners’….

-Time to drop the handles and have growlies!.

-Ah, life is like wiping your arse with a hula hoop—a continuous round of pleasure!

Many friends and colleagues would have fun with his name—nick naming him ‘Charlie Tuna’. When he was at Evergreen, he told some of the care aides they could call him ‘Charlie Tuna’.

Harvey was well known for ‘alternate lyrics’ to well known ‘Ditties’.

When he lived in Prince George, one particular winter had been particularly long, harsh and dreary with mounds and mounds of snow.

One Saturday, in early spring, Harvey had gone off to do errands and pick up a few groceries. ‘As I looked out the window when he returned, all I could see above the mounds of snow was a bouquet of daffodils, the first flowers of spring, bobbing up and down as he walked’.

Harvey worked the overnight shift. At one point, when he came through the door in the morning, he would make his own breakfast, then pick up one of our daughters and give her a bottle. We’d be in our rocking chairs well after our girls fell asleep in our arms.’

‘When he took our daughters on their many long walks, he would keep it interesting by having them walk along logs, climb a tree or skip over or through puddles’.

He really loved his Grandkids. When they stayed over, he delighted in making ‘Grandad Porridge’, which they often requested.

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