Harold was a true Prince of men oh what a better place the world would be if there were more like Harold. The earth lost a good man but heaven gained a great one
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We moved to Hazelwood to start 4th grade at Elm Grove Elementary School. Harold lived on the next street and we instantly became good friends until my family moved after 8th grade to Ballwin. Harold and I were all about baseball and sports during those years. My dad was the coach of our little league team - Harold played third base and I played 1st base. In addition to those games, we played catch literally every day, or we played home run derby in our side yard - a home run was hitting a fly ball over the electric lines at the back of our property. We collected, traded and flipped for baseball cards. We read the newspaper sports pages together and listened to Harry Caray broadcasting the Cardinals on the radio together. We did junior wrestling and played basketball together.
From the moment I met him, Harold always had a tough guy attitude. However, if you got to know him, he was a very deep thinking, considerate guy. I remember having a discussion with him about music. I was learning piano at that time and enjoyed classical music more than pop music. (Go figure!). He was quick to point out that some good pop music had timeless and meaningful lyrics in addition to the great music itself. And sometimes those lyrics were more important than musical notes themselves. (Pretty deep for a 12 year old). On another occasion after a heavy snow, we were out in the neighborhood shoveling snow up and down our streets for $2 or $3 per large driveway. There was one driveway on the street that we shoveled where Harold refused to take any money because he knew the elderly couple would not be able to afford it but really needed to have their driveway shoveled (actually if it were up to him, we probably would have shoveled all of the driveways for free).
After we moved to Ballwin, I didn’t see Harold for almost 50 years. In 2014, I happened to be at a Chamber meeting at Old Hickory Golf Club. A guy by the name of Harry Lively was speaking. I couldn’t believe my eyes. That was Harold Lively speaking! After the meeting, I approached him and said hello. Although we had a lot of catching up to do, we renewed our friendship like 50 years never happened. It has been a real blessing to have him back in my life for the past 10 years and Sheryll and I have really treasured our friendship with Harry and Terry.
Harry was a great, great friend and I will miss him dearly.
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It has been many years since Harold and me have seen each other, but the memories from our college years bring back a lot of special memories. The time spent together has continually brought a smile to my face and reinforced the bond shared by the fraternity brotherhood. The people who were fortunate to cross Harold’s path are the lucky ones. May Harold rest in peace!
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I loved when I would go over to their house and we would always have ice cream for dinner. I really do wish when I was there I spent more time talking to him and less time on my phone because what I didn’t know was it would be one of the last times I would be able to talk to him.
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Harry "is" an example of a best friend. We shared many adventures, we were in each other's weddings, trip to a Super Bowl, etc., etc. Will miss you buddy. Marshall
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Our deepest sympathies to your family. I've loved Terry for years & years and I know Harry made her very happy. He was a cool dude. Love and prayers.
Nancy and Michael Parks
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We are so sorry for your loss…please know we are thinking of you and your entire family!
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Summer 1975, Harold and I were Working with Underprivilege Kids in Oklahoma City. We were driving them around to different parts of OK, where they would go door to door selling candles and candy. Many of them learned to be great sales men and made some good money in the process. Sail on Harry, it's been a pleasure to Know you
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In the autumn of 1965 at the brand new HHS with only the 9th grade wing completed, dear Harold permanently loosened my two front teeth with his robust 'stiff-arm' during a 'touch' football game in gym period. It was OK though- -it's kinda a guy thing. He was an indestructible force even as a 14 year old. Harold was the 'standard' to which many a lad measured themselves. May the Grace of Jesus Christ be warmly with all his family and those who loved Harold during this time of earthly loss.
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My sister Diane, brother John, and I met Harold in 1956 when we moved to Hazelwood Lane. The first thing he and John did was knock the down spout off the house. Add in Harold's brother Patrick and they were the terrors of the neighborhood. Harold's mother and my mother became very good friends as they ran interference. Luckily, the boys outgrew it. When I had pneumonia in kindergarten Harold came to my house every day and told me what I missed at school. When he learned of Harold's passing my brother sent me a Pearls Before Swine cartoon and it said, "So it's sort of like when someone you love dies. It might look like they're gone, but really they're just somewhere else in your heart. And that's its own form of magic." I'll miss you special friend. Elaine Hill Olson
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