Beloved Husband of Marian Seymour (1915-2001) his wife of 60 years. Loved an honored by sons Gary and Michael, his five grandchildren: Mark, Chris, Michelle, David,and Matthew, and six great grandchildren: Simone, Todd, Nykel, Mckenna,(Tanner, and Michael both born after his death). Son of Ira Seymour(1882-1966), and Florence Seymour(1884-1947). Brother of the Late Agnes Seymour Findley (1905-1998), Dorothy Seymour Stevinson(1908-2004), Donald Seymour(1917-1941), and Lawrence Seymour (1920-1995). Harold was married in the early 1930's To Mary Seymour(1914-1935) Mary died giving birth to the couples daughter Carolyn Jean Seymour (1935-1935), who died due to a doctors error. Mr. Seymour was a cement contractor in the Turlock area. Grandpa told it like it was, but had a huge heart, He loved his family, and on the other hand was a workaholic and spent a lot of time away from home. Grandpa was forced to quit school when he was in the 6th grade, and he was always self-conscience. He was also not fans of people that were educated, making him a reverse snob. Grandpa however, was a fair man, and would always have a kind word. He was also the cheapest man that ever lived, he only bought something if he needed it, On his wife's birthday in 1996 he bought her a new refrigerator, not a great gift for your wife, she thought the old one was fine, and mysteriously kept hitting the old one with her car as it sat in the garage. However, two months later when he passed away, it became the greatest gift he ever bought her, maybe he planned it that way. Grandpa was in excellent health for a man of 83, doctor's told him he could live to be 100, but he may want to get some exercise. His Doctor suggested a stationary Bicycle, but grandpa just heard Bicycle. Grandpa always heard what he wanted. The only bike he had belonged to his Friend Charlie Naff. Grandpa was just Barely 6'ft tall, Charlie was 6ft' 7. The Bike was too big for him. Grandma told him not to ride it, but he did not listen, if just once in 60 years he listened to her, he would still be alive. Grandpa fell and broke his hip. He had surgery and seemed to be better. I spent the week with grandma, it was one of the best weeks I spent with her. On February 18, 1997, me, my brother and mother, were at our church. Grandma got a call from the re-hab center, saying her husband had collapsed. She picked up my dad and went to the hospital, he was not breathing on his own, my dad panicked left his mother, and came to get us, by the time we had got back it was too late. Grandma had just found out her husband of 60 years was gone. I can still see her coming out of the hospital room, "Dads Gone, He's Gone." Even though he was 83 it was such a shock. Grandpa was one in a million. He was a softy for animals and his family, a gruff man, he cried when his brother Lawrence was dignosed with cancer. Like him or love him, people that knew Harold Seymour never forget, the cheap, friendly guy that wore shorts and white knee socks, that always had an opinion on everything.
Beloved Husband of Marian Seymour (1915-2001) his wife of 60 years. Loved an honored by sons Gary and Michael, his five grandchildren: Mark, Chris, Michelle, David,and Matthew, and six great grandchildren: Simone, Todd, Nykel, Mckenna,(Tanner, and Michael both born after his death). Son of Ira Seymour(1882-1966), and Florence Seymour(1884-1947). Brother of the Late Agnes Seymour Findley (1905-1998), Dorothy Seymour Stevinson(1908-2004), Donald Seymour(1917-1941), and Lawrence Seymour (1920-1995). Harold was married in the early 1930's To Mary Seymour(1914-1935) Mary died giving birth to the couples daughter Carolyn Jean Seymour (1935-1935), who died due to a doctors error. Mr. Seymour was a cement contractor in the Turlock area. Grandpa told it like it was, but had a huge heart, He loved his family, and on the other hand was a workaholic and spent a lot of time away from home. Grandpa was forced to quit school when he was in the 6th grade, and he was always self-conscience. He was also not fans of people that were educated, making him a reverse snob. Grandpa however, was a fair man, and would always have a kind word. He was also the cheapest man that ever lived, he only bought something if he needed it, On his wife's birthday in 1996 he bought her a new refrigerator, not a great gift for your wife, she thought the old one was fine, and mysteriously kept hitting the old one with her car as it sat in the garage. However, two months later when he passed away, it became the greatest gift he ever bought her, maybe he planned it that way. Grandpa was in excellent health for a man of 83, doctor's told him he could live to be 100, but he may want to get some exercise. His Doctor suggested a stationary Bicycle, but grandpa just heard Bicycle. Grandpa always heard what he wanted. The only bike he had belonged to his Friend Charlie Naff. Grandpa was just Barely 6'ft tall, Charlie was 6ft' 7. The Bike was too big for him. Grandma told him not to ride it, but he did not listen, if just once in 60 years he listened to her, he would still be alive. Grandpa fell and broke his hip. He had surgery and seemed to be better. I spent the week with grandma, it was one of the best weeks I spent with her. On February 18, 1997, me, my brother and mother, were at our church. Grandma got a call from the re-hab center, saying her husband had collapsed. She picked up my dad and went to the hospital, he was not breathing on his own, my dad panicked left his mother, and came to get us, by the time we had got back it was too late. Grandma had just found out her husband of 60 years was gone. I can still see her coming out of the hospital room, "Dads Gone, He's Gone." Even though he was 83 it was such a shock. Grandpa was one in a million. He was a softy for animals and his family, a gruff man, he cried when his brother Lawrence was dignosed with cancer. Like him or love him, people that knew Harold Seymour never forget, the cheap, friendly guy that wore shorts and white knee socks, that always had an opinion on everything.
