Harry E. Schlimme
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Harry E. Schlimme, 94, of Coatesville, passed away on Friday, December 30, 2011 at the Brandywine Hospital. He was the widow of the late Marcia L. Dowlin Schlimme, who passed away in 2002.
Born in Coatesville, Harry was the son of the late Fred and Helen Thompson Schlimme.
An area resident his entire life, he was employed by PECO of Coatesville in the Gas Division, retiring in 1982. He was a member of the Olivet United Methodist Church of Coatesville. He belonged to the W. Caln Sportsman's Club.
Harry served honorably in the US Navy during W.W.II.
He is survived by three children: Kenneth E. Schlimme, husband of Marsha, of Honey Brook, N. Louise Schlimme of Coatesville and Laurie A. Schlimme of Coatesville; two grandchildren and three great grandchildren; and his siblings, Ruth DiObilda of Parkesburg, Helen Rice of Coatesville, Marjorie Bartone of Strasburg, Joan Schlimme of Kirkwood, Harper Schlimme of Coatesville and Jean Morgan of Kenansville, Florida. He was predeceased by siblings Fred, Edgar, Edwin Schlimme and Dorothy Stern.
The Funeral Service will be held on Wednesday, January 4th, 2012 at 11 AM at the Wilde Funeral Home, 434 Main St., Parkesburg with Rev. Mark Beideman officiating, followed by interment in the Upper Octorara Cemetery. Friends and family are invited to the viewing from 10 until the time of the service.
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made in Harry's memory to the "American Red Cross", PO Box 4002018, Des Moines, IA 50340-2018.
Online condolences can be posted at www.wildefuneralhome.com
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In honor of my favorite uncle
In my childhood years, no man stood out like my Uncle Harry to exhibit a calm, reasoned, loving, and powerful presence. To one of the finest men I have ever known, thank you for being and showing me the kind of man I might become. This poem was inspired by men like you.
Looking at Older Men
I watch older men
The ones who enter rooms with dignity and humility
The ones whose eyes shine when moved by beauty
The ones who remember the songs and sing them full out
As a young man, I could not see them through my anger and arrogance
In my thirties, those veils dropped,
but my face was bent down at the livelihood grindstone
At forty, my gaze lifted, and I saw but did not understand
At the half-century turn I awoke, to the beauty in lined, soulful faces,
etched by winds of shouldered burdens and worn by currents of grief
Dried on the outside, yet juicy inside with passion and wonder
With glances that might pierce with honest knowing
or caress in tender understanding
With deep laughs as balm for the world’s cruelties.
Now, when I come into their presence
I smell the fragrance released as a flower completes its opening
I see the promise of my tomorrow, and I bow my head, hopeful for blessing.
Mark Bennett
EagleHeart
Santa Fe, 1996
May you rest in peace.
I know I don't stay in touch
I know I don't stay in touch with the family but I was still very sad to hear of Uncle Harry's passing. I have fond memories of him. My sincerest sympathy for your loss.
Sorry for your loss
I wish to express my condolences to Laurie and her family for there loss. My prayers go out to all of you during this tough time.