9 years. Hard to believe. Think of you a lot and miss you. Love brother

            I have three stories of my relationship with my friend Harry Curnew.  The first time we met was a client business dinner when Harry took a group of us from Roberts Electric out to dinner as we were developing into a sizable customer.  However that was going to be tested.

            I had a crew of tradesmen rebuilding a corrugated machine for the Domtar in North Toronto.  Things broke that were not supposed to and things had to be reworked and we ran short of supplies.  Saturday at lunch I chased down Harry’s home number to get someone to open his shop to sell us parts.

            Harry was at a corporate golf tournament, he might call at a break or around supper.  Supper time came and no call.  I phoned his house again, no luck, double time tomorrow – eight men, no material – machine has to run Monday morning, no production, panic!  Call 8 p.m and no luck, find golf course call 10 a.m. leave messages, call midnight, Harry returns call half hour later, need someone at your shop 6 a.m tomorrow, Sunday.

            We arrived before 6 a.m. in Cambridge.  Harry is already there, he did not send anybody, maybe he tried.  All he said was "you are persistant".  Said it only gets worse but exciting.

            We had coffee and helped load the trucks that started a real friendship and mutual respect.  We both do what we have to do.  He would stand up and do it himself so we had that in common, we both liked boxing.  That is another story.

            We had some really good times together, some small adventures (sailing).

            Harry Curnew was a real strong man, determined, respectful and kind to a fault, I loved him like a brother and am proud to call him my friend.

Harrison Rees