Harry T. Powell, 83, a resident of Dorrance Twp., passed away Friday, at his residence surrounded by his loving family.
Born in Wilkes-Barre on Beech Street, he was the son of the late Harry and Elizabeth Wildrick Powell. He graduated from Myers High School with the class of 1953, where he was a standout football player who played in the first Unico Game and was recruited by several professional teams.
Prior to retiring, Harry worked in the trucking industry, as a bus driver for Martz Trailways, Murray Bus and Limousine Service and as a business agent for Teamsters Local 401.
Preceding him in death, in addition to his parents, was his sister, Gertrude Lois Powell.
Surviving are his wife and high school sweetheart, his best girl, Phyllis Ann Walsh Powell; children, Elizabeth Mary Powell, Dorrance Twp., who was also his caregiver; Susan Collins and her husband, Michael, Melrose, Mass.; and Harry Powell and his wife, Lottie, LaPlume; a sister, Sharon Mae Powell, Wilkes-Barre; grandchildren, Brink Powell McNulty and husband, John, Garrett, Shannon and Mitchell Collins.
Private services will be held at the convenience of the family. Interment will be at the Memorial Shrine Cemetery, Carverton. McCune Funeral Services Inc. is assisting the family with the arrangements.
Published in Citizens' Voice on June 30, 2019
In Memorian
Today, June 28, 2019, I lost my big brother, my champion, and my friend.
Although we were nearly 14 years apart in age, we had a bond that others admired. He watched over me from the day I was born till he closed his eyes for the last time.
Even when he started dating his high school sweetheart, Phyllis Ann Walsh, they would include me on some of their dates. Phyllis quickly became very special to me and I have never known my life without her, my "older sister," "my second mom," and my friend.
Harry married the love of his life, his best girl, Phyllis on August 9, 1958, just three days after my 9th birthday, how happy I was. Then Sept. 1960, when I was just 11, my first beautiful niece, Elizabeth Mary, was born. My thoughtful brother, who thought I might be jealous, made a point to take me to the hospital to meet her and tell me she looked just like me when I was a baby. Then he took me out for pizza and orange soda. I treasure that memory as I treasured "Liz" all her life. We too have a special bond.
In March, 1962, my second sweet niece, Susan Alice, joined our family and in Oct. 1964 a nephew, Harry Joseph completed the family.
From the time my brother was able to walk he wanted to be a truck driver, even breaking his leg at 5 years old climbing on the back of an ash truck. Although one leg was then shorter than the other, he managed to be a star football player for E.L. Meyers High School; and for the rest of his working career, he was a proud truck driver, driving anything from an ash truck to an 18 wheeler for Mason Dixon and Friedman Express in particular. He supported his family which allowed Phyllis, who had been a teacher, to give their children a full time mother.
Young Harry would make him a grandfather after he married Lottie, their daughter, Brink, was born April 1988. Susan married Michael Garrett Collins and they added Garrett Powell Collins in 1998 and twins Shannon Walsh and Mitchell Collins in 2001. Elizabeth sadly lost her fiancee', Joseph Turetto to death in 2008 and chose never to marry, much like me when I lost my fiancee', William Howell, in 1994.
Harry was born on Beech Street, in his grandparent Gansel's home, to Harry and Elizabeth Esther Wildrick Powell. Dad, like so many men of that time worked in the mines but would later join the Wilkes-Barre Fire Department. He was a special gift to them after suffering the loss of their daughter, Gertrude Lois, to scarlett fever.
Harry was a proud member of the Irem Temple and the Oak Grove Club where he made many lasting friendships.
Although Harry had a large physical appearance, he was a quiet, simple man, giving to others but finding it very difficult to receive in return, even from his sister. A big man with a tender heart who fought back his tears to never look weak. If you were fortunate to receive one of his hugs, no words were needed to know how important you were to him. I will miss the most my hello and good-bye hug every time I saw him. He called me frequently always starting the conversation with "hey babe, how ya do'in ?" and ending with, love ya babe, be careful, do ya need anything?" No matter how old I was I was always "the kid" to him. He never understood the admiration so many others had for him, never understanding how special his love, generosity and concern for others was.
Harry, as I told you the day before you passed "you were the most important person in my life always." "I loved you here, as I will love you til me meet again." Give mom a kiss for me, and I will see you again, soon." "You were a gift to me."
Born in Wilkes-Barre on Beech Street, he was the son of the late Harry and Elizabeth Wildrick Powell. He graduated from Myers High School with the class of 1953, where he was a standout football player who played in the first Unico Game and was recruited by several professional teams.
Prior to retiring, Harry worked in the trucking industry, as a bus driver for Martz Trailways, Murray Bus and Limousine Service and as a business agent for Teamsters Local 401.
Preceding him in death, in addition to his parents, was his sister, Gertrude Lois Powell.
Surviving are his wife and high school sweetheart, his best girl, Phyllis Ann Walsh Powell; children, Elizabeth Mary Powell, Dorrance Twp., who was also his caregiver; Susan Collins and her husband, Michael, Melrose, Mass.; and Harry Powell and his wife, Lottie, LaPlume; a sister, Sharon Mae Powell, Wilkes-Barre; grandchildren, Brink Powell McNulty and husband, John, Garrett, Shannon and Mitchell Collins.
Private services will be held at the convenience of the family. Interment will be at the Memorial Shrine Cemetery, Carverton. McCune Funeral Services Inc. is assisting the family with the arrangements.
Published in Citizens' Voice on June 30, 2019
In Memorian
Today, June 28, 2019, I lost my big brother, my champion, and my friend.
Although we were nearly 14 years apart in age, we had a bond that others admired. He watched over me from the day I was born till he closed his eyes for the last time.
Even when he started dating his high school sweetheart, Phyllis Ann Walsh, they would include me on some of their dates. Phyllis quickly became very special to me and I have never known my life without her, my "older sister," "my second mom," and my friend.
Harry married the love of his life, his best girl, Phyllis on August 9, 1958, just three days after my 9th birthday, how happy I was. Then Sept. 1960, when I was just 11, my first beautiful niece, Elizabeth Mary, was born. My thoughtful brother, who thought I might be jealous, made a point to take me to the hospital to meet her and tell me she looked just like me when I was a baby. Then he took me out for pizza and orange soda. I treasure that memory as I treasured "Liz" all her life. We too have a special bond.
In March, 1962, my second sweet niece, Susan Alice, joined our family and in Oct. 1964 a nephew, Harry Joseph completed the family.
From the time my brother was able to walk he wanted to be a truck driver, even breaking his leg at 5 years old climbing on the back of an ash truck. Although one leg was then shorter than the other, he managed to be a star football player for E.L. Meyers High School; and for the rest of his working career, he was a proud truck driver, driving anything from an ash truck to an 18 wheeler for Mason Dixon and Friedman Express in particular. He supported his family which allowed Phyllis, who had been a teacher, to give their children a full time mother.
Young Harry would make him a grandfather after he married Lottie, their daughter, Brink, was born April 1988. Susan married Michael Garrett Collins and they added Garrett Powell Collins in 1998 and twins Shannon Walsh and Mitchell Collins in 2001. Elizabeth sadly lost her fiancee', Joseph Turetto to death in 2008 and chose never to marry, much like me when I lost my fiancee', William Howell, in 1994.
Harry was born on Beech Street, in his grandparent Gansel's home, to Harry and Elizabeth Esther Wildrick Powell. Dad, like so many men of that time worked in the mines but would later join the Wilkes-Barre Fire Department. He was a special gift to them after suffering the loss of their daughter, Gertrude Lois, to scarlett fever.
Harry was a proud member of the Irem Temple and the Oak Grove Club where he made many lasting friendships.
Although Harry had a large physical appearance, he was a quiet, simple man, giving to others but finding it very difficult to receive in return, even from his sister. A big man with a tender heart who fought back his tears to never look weak. If you were fortunate to receive one of his hugs, no words were needed to know how important you were to him. I will miss the most my hello and good-bye hug every time I saw him. He called me frequently always starting the conversation with "hey babe, how ya do'in ?" and ending with, love ya babe, be careful, do ya need anything?" No matter how old I was I was always "the kid" to him. He never understood the admiration so many others had for him, never understanding how special his love, generosity and concern for others was.
Harry, as I told you the day before you passed "you were the most important person in my life always." "I loved you here, as I will love you til me meet again." Give mom a kiss for me, and I will see you again, soon." "You were a gift to me."
Harry T. Powell, 83, a resident of Dorrance Twp., passed away Friday, at his residence surrounded by his loving family.
Born in Wilkes-Barre on Beech Street, he was the son of the late Harry and Elizabeth Wildrick Powell. He graduated from Myers High School with the class of 1953, where he was a standout football player who played in the first Unico Game and was recruited by several professional teams.
Prior to retiring, Harry worked in the trucking industry, as a bus driver for Martz Trailways, Murray Bus and Limousine Service and as a business agent for Teamsters Local 401.
Preceding him in death, in addition to his parents, was his sister, Gertrude Lois Powell.
Surviving are his wife and high school sweetheart, his best girl, Phyllis Ann Walsh Powell; children, Elizabeth Mary Powell, Dorrance Twp., who was also his caregiver; Susan Collins and her husband, Michael, Melrose, Mass.; and Harry Powell and his wife, Lottie, LaPlume; a sister, Sharon Mae Powell, Wilkes-Barre; grandchildren, Brink Powell McNulty and husband, John, Garrett, Shannon and Mitchell Collins.
Private services will be held at the convenience of the family. Interment will be at the Memorial Shrine Cemetery, Carverton. McCune Funeral Services Inc. is assisting the family with the arrangements.
Published in Citizens' Voice on June 30, 2019
In Memorian
Today, June 28, 2019, I lost my big brother, my champion, and my friend.
Although we were nearly 14 years apart in age, we had a bond that others admired. He watched over me from the day I was born till he closed his eyes for the last time.
Even when he started dating his high school sweetheart, Phyllis Ann Walsh, they would include me on some of their dates. Phyllis quickly became very special to me and I have never known my life without her, my "older sister," "my second mom," and my friend.
Harry married the love of his life, his best girl, Phyllis on August 9, 1958, just three days after my 9th birthday, how happy I was. Then Sept. 1960, when I was just 11, my first beautiful niece, Elizabeth Mary, was born. My thoughtful brother, who thought I might be jealous, made a point to take me to the hospital to meet her and tell me she looked just like me when I was a baby. Then he took me out for pizza and orange soda. I treasure that memory as I treasured "Liz" all her life. We too have a special bond.
In March, 1962, my second sweet niece, Susan Alice, joined our family and in Oct. 1964 a nephew, Harry Joseph completed the family.
From the time my brother was able to walk he wanted to be a truck driver, even breaking his leg at 5 years old climbing on the back of an ash truck. Although one leg was then shorter than the other, he managed to be a star football player for E.L. Meyers High School; and for the rest of his working career, he was a proud truck driver, driving anything from an ash truck to an 18 wheeler for Mason Dixon and Friedman Express in particular. He supported his family which allowed Phyllis, who had been a teacher, to give their children a full time mother.
Young Harry would make him a grandfather after he married Lottie, their daughter, Brink, was born April 1988. Susan married Michael Garrett Collins and they added Garrett Powell Collins in 1998 and twins Shannon Walsh and Mitchell Collins in 2001. Elizabeth sadly lost her fiancee', Joseph Turetto to death in 2008 and chose never to marry, much like me when I lost my fiancee', William Howell, in 1994.
Harry was born on Beech Street, in his grandparent Gansel's home, to Harry and Elizabeth Esther Wildrick Powell. Dad, like so many men of that time worked in the mines but would later join the Wilkes-Barre Fire Department. He was a special gift to them after suffering the loss of their daughter, Gertrude Lois, to scarlett fever.
Harry was a proud member of the Irem Temple and the Oak Grove Club where he made many lasting friendships.
Although Harry had a large physical appearance, he was a quiet, simple man, giving to others but finding it very difficult to receive in return, even from his sister. A big man with a tender heart who fought back his tears to never look weak. If you were fortunate to receive one of his hugs, no words were needed to know how important you were to him. I will miss the most my hello and good-bye hug every time I saw him. He called me frequently always starting the conversation with "hey babe, how ya do'in ?" and ending with, love ya babe, be careful, do ya need anything?" No matter how old I was I was always "the kid" to him. He never understood the admiration so many others had for him, never understanding how special his love, generosity and concern for others was.
Harry, as I told you the day before you passed "you were the most important person in my life always." "I loved you here, as I will love you til me meet again." Give mom a kiss for me, and I will see you again, soon." "You were a gift to me."
Born in Wilkes-Barre on Beech Street, he was the son of the late Harry and Elizabeth Wildrick Powell. He graduated from Myers High School with the class of 1953, where he was a standout football player who played in the first Unico Game and was recruited by several professional teams.
Prior to retiring, Harry worked in the trucking industry, as a bus driver for Martz Trailways, Murray Bus and Limousine Service and as a business agent for Teamsters Local 401.
Preceding him in death, in addition to his parents, was his sister, Gertrude Lois Powell.
Surviving are his wife and high school sweetheart, his best girl, Phyllis Ann Walsh Powell; children, Elizabeth Mary Powell, Dorrance Twp., who was also his caregiver; Susan Collins and her husband, Michael, Melrose, Mass.; and Harry Powell and his wife, Lottie, LaPlume; a sister, Sharon Mae Powell, Wilkes-Barre; grandchildren, Brink Powell McNulty and husband, John, Garrett, Shannon and Mitchell Collins.
Private services will be held at the convenience of the family. Interment will be at the Memorial Shrine Cemetery, Carverton. McCune Funeral Services Inc. is assisting the family with the arrangements.
Published in Citizens' Voice on June 30, 2019
In Memorian
Today, June 28, 2019, I lost my big brother, my champion, and my friend.
Although we were nearly 14 years apart in age, we had a bond that others admired. He watched over me from the day I was born till he closed his eyes for the last time.
Even when he started dating his high school sweetheart, Phyllis Ann Walsh, they would include me on some of their dates. Phyllis quickly became very special to me and I have never known my life without her, my "older sister," "my second mom," and my friend.
Harry married the love of his life, his best girl, Phyllis on August 9, 1958, just three days after my 9th birthday, how happy I was. Then Sept. 1960, when I was just 11, my first beautiful niece, Elizabeth Mary, was born. My thoughtful brother, who thought I might be jealous, made a point to take me to the hospital to meet her and tell me she looked just like me when I was a baby. Then he took me out for pizza and orange soda. I treasure that memory as I treasured "Liz" all her life. We too have a special bond.
In March, 1962, my second sweet niece, Susan Alice, joined our family and in Oct. 1964 a nephew, Harry Joseph completed the family.
From the time my brother was able to walk he wanted to be a truck driver, even breaking his leg at 5 years old climbing on the back of an ash truck. Although one leg was then shorter than the other, he managed to be a star football player for E.L. Meyers High School; and for the rest of his working career, he was a proud truck driver, driving anything from an ash truck to an 18 wheeler for Mason Dixon and Friedman Express in particular. He supported his family which allowed Phyllis, who had been a teacher, to give their children a full time mother.
Young Harry would make him a grandfather after he married Lottie, their daughter, Brink, was born April 1988. Susan married Michael Garrett Collins and they added Garrett Powell Collins in 1998 and twins Shannon Walsh and Mitchell Collins in 2001. Elizabeth sadly lost her fiancee', Joseph Turetto to death in 2008 and chose never to marry, much like me when I lost my fiancee', William Howell, in 1994.
Harry was born on Beech Street, in his grandparent Gansel's home, to Harry and Elizabeth Esther Wildrick Powell. Dad, like so many men of that time worked in the mines but would later join the Wilkes-Barre Fire Department. He was a special gift to them after suffering the loss of their daughter, Gertrude Lois, to scarlett fever.
Harry was a proud member of the Irem Temple and the Oak Grove Club where he made many lasting friendships.
Although Harry had a large physical appearance, he was a quiet, simple man, giving to others but finding it very difficult to receive in return, even from his sister. A big man with a tender heart who fought back his tears to never look weak. If you were fortunate to receive one of his hugs, no words were needed to know how important you were to him. I will miss the most my hello and good-bye hug every time I saw him. He called me frequently always starting the conversation with "hey babe, how ya do'in ?" and ending with, love ya babe, be careful, do ya need anything?" No matter how old I was I was always "the kid" to him. He never understood the admiration so many others had for him, never understanding how special his love, generosity and concern for others was.
Harry, as I told you the day before you passed "you were the most important person in my life always." "I loved you here, as I will love you til me meet again." Give mom a kiss for me, and I will see you again, soon." "You were a gift to me."
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