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Harold Earl Cloutier dit Cloukey

Birthplace: Wallagrass, Aroostook, Maine, United States
Death: February 20, 2002 (76)
Maine, United States
Place of Burial: East Newport, Penobscot, Maine, United States
Immediate Family:

Son of Salomon (Simon) Cloutier dit Clukey / Cloukey and Gertrude Cloukey / Sheldrick (Boucher)
Husband of Rita Cloukey (Kingsley)
Ex-husband of Eunice Lorene Cloukey (Boyce)
Father of Dennis Harold Cloukey; Private User; Lorene (Pet) Foster / Jackson (Cloukey) and Private User
Brother of Herbert Cloukey; Jeanette Hanusik (Cloukey); Beatrice Jimmo (Cloukey); Donald Cloukey and Private

Managed by: Dennis Harold Cloukey
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About Harold Earl Cloutier dit Cloukey

As told by Harold Cloutier (my father) during an interview on July 9, 1993. I was a woodman, a mason for seven years, and used furniture & antique dealer. I paid $800 for 89 acres with house and small barn next to brook (Lower Frenchville, Ashland). I traded the same property to my Father-in-Law, Mack Boyce., for pick-up truck & little house. I never lived in the house, I rented it to Leonard Beaulieu.

Harold had to quite school during the fifth grade because he came down with what was called Bright's Disease. He was sick for two years. My father said that people talked about it for years. He also went to Jackman, Maine with his brother, Herbie, and father, Simon, and lived in a lumber camp for two years. He told me stories of boxing matches and indian wrestling (rastling). He told me stories of him cutting two cord of wood a day with a buck saw. I also remember how he used to wake up in the morning living in a tar paper shack and grabbing a piece of icicle over his head to chew on it.

I remember going to the train yard and loading the car from the box car with 5 and 10 pound pototo bags. He gave me a coin changer to wear around my belt. I was six years old. Dennis, you take the 5 pound bags on that side of the street and sell for 25 cents. I'll sell the 10 pound bags for 50 cents on this side. The sun had just risen. I woke up people by myself and had both positive and negative responses. A few years later, still very young, I came to understand my father's thinking. We were visiting the Frenchville (lower) area and stopped at a potato farm. There was a young boy making deals with grown men with a wade of cash just dickering away.

My father started selling furnitue (1st store) on Hillside Avenue, Hartford, Connecticut, across from Wilson Street School. We lived next door. I remember him starting with cups and dishes, he says old 18 bicycles. I remember him loading a refrigerator in the trunk of his car to deliver. His first truck had a wind shield separated in the middle by a bar. I could see the road on the floor. You were careful where you put your feet and very cold.

He set up rastling matches in the back room for the neighborhood gang. This was a store on the corner of Maple Ave and Franklin Ave (2nd store). It was called Harold's Used Furniture 'Used but not Abused'. He would put them to work and tell them blow off steam in the back. They loved him because he feed them and helped them get started with furniture.

I watched my father give furniture to people with little children and very little money. He would tell me, "I'll make it on the next guy with the Catalac and the big cigar". This was located on Capital Ave (3rd store).

He eventually owned three furniture stores in Hartford, all on Park Street (4th store location). During this time he also owned eleven houes/apartments and Har-Ig Reality. He had a brief partnership with Iggy Maniscalco. My father was very good to his children. We were clothed and had plenty to eat. He spoke with a french accent and was well respected by many professionals. Two of his closest friends were a lawyer (Tony Warnes) and an accountant (forgot name). He told me, "to succeed, you need to pay them well and they will make you well".

We used to have many friends and relatives gather at the store and talk about the Frenchville (lower) days. The french and english would change often during a sentance. They always made me "one of them".

My grand-mother, Memere (Gerturde), was often in the store washing tha appliances and keeping the store when we were furniture hunting. One time they were talking about where they were born. My father said Wallagrass but Memere would say Canada. They argued back and forth (french and english). Finally, my father's cousin, Clarance, said, %$@!!! don't you think your mother would know where you were born! We went on immediately to a different subject. Years later, when I found my father's birth certificate in Wallagrass, ME, it indicated the 27th of May. Dad, why do you celebrate your birthday on the 24th? He said because I like that day better. I always wondered about that answer.

My father was my best friend growing up. He would introduce me to every one, "this is my son". On the way home in the truck to both, Enfield, Connecticut (18 miles for 3-1/2 yrs) and Springfield, Massachusetts (25 Miles for 7 yrs), he would sing all kinds of songs and talk my ear off. During these rides he would share about good and bad times, sometimes laughing and sometimes crying with tears in his eyes.

My father was a very proud man who was very genereous. I remember often giving furniture and stuff to relatives and never taking a dime. All of my friends always commented how cool my father was. He didn't hesitate to discipline anyone of them, he gained their respect. He liked all but one of them, he turned out to be right.

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Harold Earl Cloutier dit Cloukey's Timeline

May 24, 1925
Wallagrass, Aroostook, Maine, United States
February 18, 1954
Hartford, Connecticut, United States
February 20, 2002
Age 76
Maine, United States
East Newport, Penobscot, Maine, United States