|Birth: ||Sep. 5, 1897|
|Death: ||Apr. 23, 1962|
WWI Registration Card Reads: Henry Dewey Harp, born 5 Sep 1897. lives Hannibal, Taylor, Wisconsin, age 21, white; natural born; occupation: section laborer for Gus Cellas at Jun Falls, Chippewa, Wisconsin; nearest relative: Wallace Harp of Hannibal, Taylor, Wisconsin; description: short, medium build, brown hair, brown eyed, registered 12 Sep 1918, signed Henry Dewey Harp at Jun Falls, Wisconsin.
Obituary Index reads: Harp, Henry DeWitt, born 9/5/1897 at Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin, died 4/23/1962 at Idaho Falls Hospital, Idaho Falls, Idaho. Son of Wallace Colonel Harp and Nina Rose Shipman, married to Marjorie Ophelia Bassett on 10 Dec 1925; school bus driver, buried Rose Hill Cemetery. Source: Post Register 29, page 10, 27 p. 22; Buck Mortuary.
"Life in the Canyon, a Cookbook", by Barbara Harp, page 36, "White Lightnin'",
Getting up in the wintertime was always a bone-numbing, teeth rattling task. It was so darn cold in the Harp house. On this particular morning everyone was gathered around the front room stove, as they always did, waiting for Henry to get it fired up.
Even the cat [cats are notorious for loving their warm comfy spots] waited patiently on the back of the couch for some heat to start penetrating those cold log walls.
Henry, never a boy scout, used a system his son Rodger likes to this day. A one-gallon jug of kerosene would get that kindling going in short order. No need to sit and blow on newspapers stuffed under that kindling. Just light up that paper stuffed under the kindling with a match, then drizzle on a little kerosene to get that fire off to a good start.
Well, he drizzled it all right, but, WHOOPS!, up at the Ellis store they had given him white gas in his gallon jug instead of kerosene. Fortunately he couldn't afford the whole bottle filled; there was about 2 inches in the bottom.
With a WHOOSH sound that was downright scary, the white gas ignited and the flame was sucked in the bottle. From there it spewed forth like the machine gun of the devil. They were lucky it didn't explode the bottle.
But the cat on the back of the couch wasn't so lucky. The force of the flame blew him and what hair he had remaining, right off the back of the couch and against the wall. He exited the room screaming bloody murder, the rest of the Harp clan right behind him, bug-eyed and moving at remarkable speed---
Walace Harp (1858 - 1942)
Marjorie Althea Bassett Harp (1909 - 1979)*
Georgiana Ann Harp Shufelt (1885 - 1968)*
Henry Dewitt Harp (1897 - 1962)
Rose Hill Cemetery
Created by: Sharon Wetzel
Record added: Nov 17, 2009
Find A Grave Memorial# 44491836