Harvey Dean Zuhde
February 28, 1935 – August 9, 2018
Harvey Dean Zuhde, 83, of Kokomo passed away August 9, 2018 at Milner Community Health Care, Rossville, Indiana. Harvey was born in Burlington, Wisconsin on February 28, 1935, the son of Frances (Baker) Zuhde and Lawrence Middleton.
Harvey lived most of this life in Kenosha, Wisconsin, moving later to Grand Marsh, Wisconsin and finally Kokomo, Indiana. He retired from Chrysler Corporation, Kenosha in 1983 after 30 years. In retirement, he operated a small engine repair business.
On August 13, 1955 he married Carol Laurent. They had three daughters, Cheri, Deana and Tamee, who he loved dearly. He and Carol divorced in 1982. He married Jacqueline Winchester in 1986 and they later divorced.
Harvey enjoyed working with his hands. He was a carpenter, building his first home after he married Carol. Harvey also enjoyed racing pigeons, snowmobiling, horseshoes, fishing, the Packers and playing pool.
Harvey is survived by his daughters, Cheri Kirby of Kenosha, Wisconsin, Deana Kelly (Jimmer) of Burlington, Indiana and Tamee Tenwinkel, of Delphi, Indiana; seven grandchildren, Timothy Chadwick, Natina Bohnsack, Crystal Baker, Brenda Hollatz, Beckie Miller, Chelsey Clausen, and Megan Tenwinkel; eleven great grandchildren; and his half-brothers and sisters, Frank Zuhde, Richard Zuhde, Mary Knott, Patricia Elliot, Margaret Anderson and Claira Winter (on the Zuhde side), Lawrence Earl Middleton, Virginia May Van, and Elizabeth Ann Webel (on the Middleton side).
In addition to his parents, Harvey was preceded in death by his siblings, Beverly Bontrager, Joyce Ann Middleton-Yanke-Messer-Childers, Mary Lynn Dubois, Margaret Jean Langer and Robert Harvey Middleton.
Harvey Dean Zuhde
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August 27, 2018
So many wonderful memories. I remember Petey our parakeet, pecking Dad's head when he lay on the couch. Sunday wrestling on TV. Going to wrestling matches in Chicago and Milwaukee on Saturday. Taking the pigeons out on training flights. Fishing early morning on Saturday. Will miss you more than words can say. Wait for me, Dad.
August 16, 2018
I am the oldest of the girls and I have been having a lot of memories from when we all still lived at home. I can see my dad on the riding lawn mower cutting the yard and going around all of the apple trees in the orchard. I can see him laying on the couch watching a boxing match or football game. I see him at the dining room table eating his tomato soup with a piece of buttered bread for lunch or sitting at the table waiting for his racing pigeons to come in from a race, if one of the pigeons came in and stayed on the roof of the pigeon coop he would get really excited and jump up and down because the pigeon wouldn't go in the trap door so dad could go out and punch the pigeon's band into the clock. He truly enjoyed racing pigeons. I remember when we used to live in the house that my dad and grampa built when I was just a baby, there was a large pond in our back yard and dad shoveled the snow off of it into big snow piles so we could all ice skate on the ice. Dad took a running start and did a flip over one of the piles of snow and landed flat on his back. I remember going to the county park, Petrifying Springs and we had a toboggan and two old time sleds and we went sliding down the big hill.
August 13, 2018
That last night Dad woke abruptly and said "I need to get dressed." I asked him why. He said because he was going home. I believe he knew he was going somewhere. Rest Dad. Save a place for me.