Harold Hoover, age 70, a 10-year winter visitor of Bullhead City, Ariz. died on Monday, January 21, 2013 in Bullhead City, Ariz.
Harold, whom so many called "Hoover" or "Hoov", was born in Oklahoma on September 5, 1942.
Picture a kid running through the fields playing cowboys and Indians – you can bet that Hoover was always the sheriff. Hoover also honed his skills as a future carpenter by building tree forts and fixing things discarded or broken. A hammer and a pound of nails were like money to this kid who was filled with so many visions and dreams. As a young man, Hoover served our country as a marine during the Vietnam War
. Hoover was an "old school" man of the world. His idea of a simple pleasure would be tackling a rainy day by watching old western movies. Add in some chocolate chip cookies and a cold glass of milk and he figured that was heaven.
He had a love for fishing and the outdoors. He loved to sit in his boat on the lake and take in all the beauty surrounding him. A sandwich in the cooler and maybe a cold Coors served to make the experience more memorable. Catching a fish was not as important to Hoov as just being there.He was a charitable man in many ways, but few knew it. He would often identify a need and then quietly give what he could to help. Why is the often-asked adverb that leaves us with more questions than for which we will ever know the answers.
All we need to remember is that Hoover will always be respected for his contributions and many will sadly miss him. May he rest in peace and always be a presence in our memories.