Harold Lloyd Jarvis
July 12, 1930 – December 25, 2018
Harold Lloyd Jarvis was born on July 12, 1930 and passed away on December 25, 2018.
Harold Lloyd Jarvis
January 1, 2019
When Grandmother named him Harold Lloyd after the matinee film star, I’m not sure she quite thought it through. However, I like to think he would have lived up to the climbing and stories of daredevil antics while keeping us laughing even had his name been Bob.
A hardscrabble life created the person we knew: the uncertainty of growing up during the Depression, moving often, walking miles to prairie schools. He was fiercely protective and caring for his siblings and mother after the early death of his father. With joy he began a new life with his forever bride Wyvonne and their young family a thousand miles away in Detroit. Returning South, surviving a farming accident that changed his life spiritually, and finally, the untimely loss of a son who considered his father his best friend.
A gifted and self-taught engineer, Harold could do most anything, and even if he couldn’t, we all believed he did. All of his stories were legendary, the ones about growing up in Southwest Oklahoma even more so. While the scars of his personal history informed his present, he did not dwell on them, but used those lessons to teach and heal others.
Uncle Harold was not always easy. He rarely slowed down and you didn’t until he did. You also didn’t get extra points: there was right and wrong and rarely an in-between. If you were told to put several grasshoppers on a hook for catfish bait, and had never even thought of handling a grasshopper, you did it. Teaching you to drive, well, I just won’t go there. Suffice to say, I’m a really good driver. And I know most of the insides of what’s under the hood.
Besides that, is what we have always known: that Harold operated on love. Love of Wyvonne, of family, love of friends, love of a faithful dog, love of a good story, love of a job well done.
Know now, Harold Lloyd, husband, daddy, grand-daddy, uncle, brother, friend, your job is done. Your stories, your lessons, your love, will live on. Be at peace.
December 29, 2018
Harold and Wyvonne were my neighbors for a few years, on Putnam. Harold would cut our grass, while cutting his yard. They became my son and daughter's adopted grandparents, and they have been a source of joy, Christian encouragement, and love for the last 7-8 years. Harold's advice, on living a Christian life, will stay with me for the rest of my own. I love you.
December 27, 2018
I have been thinking about your family every sense I got the news that you had passed away that morning. God had put you and aunt Wyvonne on my mind for the last two week's. I've tried to make the time to give you guy's a phone call but my little grandson has been really sick and I'm his main caregiver feeding,dressing,giving him his medication and breathing treatments. He has missed several days from school in the last two months.
I'm sorry I missed the opportunity to talk with you one last time but I will see you again in Haven. Please tell everyone I said hello and I'm glad your not suffering anymore. I will always love you and your beautiful family.