Harold R. Fancher

My "Unca Har" as I used to say when I was a child he never forgot. I learned of my little quirkness via my parents when I got a bit older. Of course I began to call him Unca Har again. He laughed his hearty laugh with his big smile and that is what I loved so much about him. So happy and loved his family so much. He will never be forgotten and will always be missed. We love you Unca Har! xoxoxoxo