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Harold Fletcher

Springfield, Massachusetts

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Harold Fletcher 1914 2008 SOUTHAMPTON - Harold Fletcher 94 of Coleman Road, Southampton died Monday Nov. 3, in the Cooley Dickinson Hospital, Northampton. He was born in Shoreham, VT. Jan 12 1914 the son of the late Sydney and Etta Turrille Fletcher. Harold owned and operated the Fletcher Fuel...

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Dawn & Sharon, my heart goes out to both of you. I know how wonderful and kind Pop was, and I know how terribly missed he will be. I know he will live on in your hearts, where you can still hold him close. Big Hugs, Terry

Harold lived a full life. He was dear to me with his sense of humor and wisdom. I know he will be missed as all good people are.

We are so sorry to hear of the passing of Harold this week.
What a kind and gentle man to have made friends & neighbors with over the yrs. He will be greatly missed and remembered daily especially while passing by his home in Southampton. He is now with the the Lord and his dear Ruth.
love,

There is no obituary that could do your life any justice Pop. I love you and I miss you, and you will forever be in my heart. I hope you are at peace with Dolly. All my heart, Love, Dawn

Sharon and Dick, I will always remember your father sitting out back watching all the golfers go by.
He must have had a few good laughs watching all the women of Hunters Creek. Our thoughts and prayers are with you.

Harold was one of the most gentle souls I have ever met, may he rest in peace with Ruth.

Dad, you were the best.
I couldn't have hand picked a better father. You provided me with a great life and insight into the future.
Young or old, you were there for me, when I needed you the most.
Thank you for loving me, and being the best man you could be.
I will never forget you, everyday you will be in my thoughts.
Your daughter and best friend.
Sharon

I'm so sorry to hear about Uncle Harold. My thoughts and prayers are with you.
Love,
Sue