Harry R. BENNETT

Love you, Grandpa! I have two pictures by my bedside: one is a litte drawing you made of me when I was four, licking an ice cream cone, with the inscription: "One ice cream cone a day and no more". The other is a blustery day on Cannon Beach together when I was 27. I like that you're still nearby. I've come to love this part of the country the way you did, and still think about those wet walks we used to take on that crooked trail near your house.

You were a bright star in so many lives, dad. Love you forever.

It's been almost 10 years since you passed away, but you'll always be in my heart. I miss you, dear Dad.

It's been almost 10 years since you passed away, but the memory of you will always be in my heart. I miss you, dear Dad.

My Dad was a great artist, a friend to strangers, a mentor to the young, and I had the privilege to caddy and play golf with him. My most memorable times with him was when late in the day he would leave his studio, find me in the confines of our large Main Street house and say, "Let's go to the Golf Course". We'd hit some balls on the range then play a few holes until the sun set. Dad always said, "Isn't that a beautiful sunset." It was always beautiful with Harry Sr. Miss you Dad. - Harry Jr.

Harry left an indelible mark on me when I was just 4 years of age. My parents, Jeff and Nancy Norton, had known him for a very long time...since they were in their teens. My Mom did some modeling for Harry, for Bantam books. That is my mother Nancy on the cover of, “Michael's Wife,” by Maryls Millhiser. Both my father and mother, as young budding artists, received priceless advice on the art of illustration. We visited Harry's BIG house in Ridgefield, CT, in 1983. There were paintings of...

It has been a whole year since my friend Harry Bennett stepped into Heaven.
We miss you Harry; we love you, too.
Blessings and love to your family.

I will never forget this kind and gentle man.
Harry, you helped me to overcome my doubts about my ability as an artist. So many visits with you we would talk about art and life. You, Jeff and I were always on the same wave length about life and things. I am sorry I lost track of where you were, these past...