In Memory

Henry Garnier

Henry Garnier



 
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06/01/13 12:38 AM #1    

Betsy Bacon

Hank!  Actually, his name was Henri (his mother was French) and he did everything he could to hide the fact that was his real name, not Hank. Always close at hand, he had cigarettes in one pocket, a pack of gum in another, and of course the ever-necessary comb. When the other boys were drifting into Weejuns, Hank stuck with his favorite short black boots, slightly pointed in the toes, heading for a look more toward  "Grease "  or James Dean. His sense of humor was gentle, quiet, hilarious, and never at anyone else's expense. Shirt collar turned up, a smile on his face, Hank was a good guy-  and one of my first crushes- I'm sorry he left us too soon. 

Betsy Bacon


06/01/13 11:01 AM #2    

Virginia Tollas (Baird)

Betsy was right, Hank was a "good  guy". I knew him because he lived down the street from me and we took the same bus to school. I wish I had known him better. I know he went into Hair styling and was very high in the ranks and admired. I too knew his real name was Henri. His mother was a stunning woman with Black  black hair. He was quiet but his loss is even more felt by me thinking, I wonder what was behind that quiet exterior? Thanks Betsy for sharing your memories.


06/01/13 12:47 PM #3    

Howie Appel

Hank was a good friend of mine in high school.  His sense of humor and that "look" everpresent.  Didn't realize he was gone until I read these comments.  He once mentioned to me aboy "Henry" and that he preferred Hank...and so it was.  We chummed around quite abit during those wonderful years.  RIP Hank, you were a good man.


06/02/13 11:39 AM #4    

Sandra Jackson (Patterson)

Hank certainly was a quiet, gentle man. He had a sophitication about him, always gracious and polite with an infectious sense of humor.

We became friends during our freshman year at Pollard.  We were in the same math class--we had both transferred from Algebra I--wasn't our thing. The ironic thing was that by the time we got to the class, they were doing basic algebra!  Hank and I drove the teacher crazy because we always raised our hands--by that time algebra started to sink in---so we always had a good laugh about it.

He was a wonderful hair stylist. I was sitting at Bergson's one day (this was after graduation) having lunch when Hank came in.  We were sitting there talking when out of the blue he asked me who did my hair---that was when I learned he was a hairdresser. He asked if he could do my hair, so on a Monday (that's when most salons were closed) we went to a salon in Boston--I believe it was his father's if I'm remembering correctly. Have to say he did a fantastic job on my hair. We went out for chinese food and just sat and talked---remember how Hank always loved to talk.  That was the last time I saw him.

 

So sad to think of his passing so young. 

 

 


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