I don't remember Harry Slater very well, but I do remember him. He was a pleasant, quiet man. Everybody called him "Big Harry" but whether that was because he'd been a big man or because his son was Harry Jr., I don't know. He looked tall to me, but I was a small child.
I think he was a WWI vet; he had a tattoo of an anchor on his arm, but when I remember him, he had something like emphasema; he was very thin and didn't breathe well. This was long before there were portable oxygen canisters.
The Slaters owned a farm and milked cows by hand and sold the milk in "cream cans." They also had chickens and many, many barn cats. I just loved those cats. I think he was from "up north," Nebraska or somewhere in that area comes to mind, but I'm not sure. I also remember that the "L" stood for Ladd, which was probably a family name. I think, though, that I remember that from comments his wife Mary made long after his death.
I don't think I have a picture of him, but if I can find one, I will post it.
Note: Burial next to grave, Mary R Slater
Maintained by: Ellen Workman
Originally Created by: Patricia Mechling
Record added: Nov 19, 2001
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