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PLYMOUTH - Harold Jesse Harding, 92, died November 3, 2014, after a short illness.

He was born on February 11, 1922, to Roscoe and Eliza (Temple) Harding in Plymouth, Maine. He attended Maine Central Institute and Husson College. His first job, where he met his wife of 69 years, Margaret McKinnon, was Fay and Scott in Dexter. He was called to duty in the Army during World War II and served in Army Intelligence. After being discharged, Harold was self-employed, worked at Walpole Woodworkers and then at Milmac in Unity. He was foreman then served as manager until his retirement.

Harold had a passion for hunting and trapping, a tradition he passed on to his children, grandchildren and great grandchildren. With his brother Harvard's help, he guided many 'flatlanders" during deer season and developed lifelong friendships. (What stories he told about those hunts)! His other passions were golf and horseshoes, shooting 80% ringers. He played golf until he turned 90.

Harold was a good provider, father, husband and teacher, passing on his many handyman and woodworking skills and his unforgettable dry sense of Maine humor.

He is survived by his son Leslie and wife Carol of Plymouth, daughters, Rosemary Harding and Jo-Ann Turner, all of Plymouth, daughter, June Larson and husband John of Brunswick, son, Bruce and wife Abby of San Antonio, Texas; nine grandchildren; nine great grandchildren; and one great great grandchild.

He was predeceased by his parents; his wife, Margaret; brother, Harvard; and grandson, Price.

A graveside service will be held at 2 p.m., Wednesday, November 5, at the Sawyer Cemetery, Route 7, in Plymouth, with the Rev. Glenn Nichols officiating. Military honors will be presented for his service to our country.

Care has been provided by Shorey-Nichols Funeral Home, Pittsfield. To leave a message of kindness for the family, please visit www.shoreynichols.com.
Published on  November 4, 2014
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