Augusta, GA – Entered into rest Friday, June 1, 2012, Mr. Henry Grady Harry, 85, husband of Mrs. Sue Randall Harry. Family members in addition to his wife include sons: Michael Grady Harry and wife Karen of St. Simons Island, GA, Stephen Joseph Harry of Mt. Pleasant, SC, Gregory David Harry of Madison, GA; sister: Julia H. Bennett of Spartanburg, SC; and 9 grandchildren.
He was preceded in death by his parents: the late Rev. and Mrs. W.G. Harry of Warm Springs, GA; and sister: Margaret Thompson of Warm Springs, GA. Mr. Harry was a native of Gastonia, NC. He served in the US Navy during WWII. He was a 1953 graduate of the University of Georgia where he was a member of the Kappa Alpha Fraternity and the Gridiron Society. He retired as the regional manager for Equifax Inc. in 1989. He was past president of Associated Credit Bureaus of NC., past president of the Augusta Retail Credit Association and active sponsor of the Augusta Women’s Credit Association. He was a member and Deacon of Covenant Presbyterian Church and a member of the Downtown Kiwanis Club. He was appointed by Governor Perdue to the FDR Warm Springs Memorial Advisory Committee.
One of his favorite stories to tell was that as the mayor of Warm Springs, GA, his father would have Henry greet President Roosevelt with daffodils at the train on his frequent visits to Warm Springs; on one occasion Henry couldn’t be there, President Roosevelt asked “where’s Henry”.
Funeral services will be held Tuesday, June 5, 2012 at 2:00 P.M. at Covenant Presbyterian Church with Rev. Robert M. Watkins officiating. Burial will follow in Westover Memorial Park.
Pallbearers will be his grandsons and cousins. Honorary Pallbearers will be the Downtown Kiwanis Club. . .
Families can be seperated by time and distance, but the connection outlasts any other. Uncle Henry's funeral was today. I have not lived near the Harry clan in a long time. Gaye has been blessed to live in neighboring North Augusta. But among my favorite memories are having him carry me on his shoulders through the train station in Atlanta to pick up my dad on his return from Okinawa. Gaye was an infant and Barbara had not even been born. (I know that means I am ancient.)
Through the years we shared holiday dinners at my Grandfather's home. He was tall, handsome, gentle and kind. He was my mother's "baby brother" and she loved him so much.
