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Tara Baron
Howard Howie Baron
April 13th, 1946 - January 19th, 2020
April 13th, 1946 - January 19th, 2020
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Theresa Chadderdon
Tara and Family - I didn't know Howie but knowing Tara shows me what a wonderful man he was in his life. I know Howie is so incredibly proud of his beautiful family and his heart is full of love shining down on all of you. Love you Tara 💓
Amanda Visokay
Uncle Howard was a huge presence in my sisters' and my life. We knew him as a "Bear" - and he scared me for a minute or two when we first pulled up to his driveway - until I met him. Then, I saw what a "softie" he was. He and our mom were adorable brother/sister together - my mom loved him so much. He'd say, "Maasha" (in his thick Boston accent he never lost) "could do no wrong." We'd have week long visits every few years in our childhood - his three girls from CA and our family's three girls from New Jersey. We'd sleep on the floor in sleeping bags, stay up late playing the card game "Spit," and fight like sisters. Our parents would take us six girls all over - and Uncle Howard would stop and buy us food at ALL the snack bars! At restaurants, he'd fight with my Dad over the check, and almost make it physical. My Dad would then let Uncle Howard pay - because they were no match.:) He was so funny and had such a large personality. When he came to all of our weddings - it meant so much to us - and so much that he left the mountain, his business, and his "Baby" the donkey. It meant the world to me when he accepted my invitation, to visit my eighth grade class, where I was the English teacher, and tell my students about his experience in the Vietnam War. I knew he'd be in NJ for a wedding. We had just studied a story about it, and they begged me to ask him to speak to us. We said, "Welcome Home" to him - and he shared his stories. After Andy and I had kids - we developed a relationship with he and Aunt Donna, over the phone. He nicknamed our son: "AV3" - a name he still has today, at age 14. He and Uncle Howard used to have some fierce "nickel" bets about who would win at baseball - the Yankees or the Red Sox.:) Our middle son was so excited about the idea of the donkey, and our youngest son still CANNOT believe Uncle Howard had a backhoe!!! Uncle Howard was a huge presence in our family. He was stubborn and loud, funny, and fun to be around. He was legendary, to us. He and Aunt Donna's marriage was also so beautiful. We loved him, and always will. He left boot prints on our hearts.
Matt Levenson
Tara: absolutely loved what you wrote about your dad, my beloved Uncle Howie. Laughed out loud many times reading it as so many of the memories you keyed in on are dear to my heart, too. LOVE YOU! When I visited the Baron Family in 1980 at 12 years old, I formed many lasting memories of a week with my Uncle Howard, Aunt Donna, and cousins Sandra, Alina, and Tara. By the time I left, Uncle Howard had made 2 bets with me. They both had future settlement dates. The first, he won. I bet him my dad would not pay for at least 50% of my college education, and fortunately, I was wrong and had to mail my Uncle $5 in 1990 when I graduated from Washington University thanks to the generosity and hard work of my parents affording me 100% of this education Howard bet they would pay 50% or more for. Regrettable, the 2nd bet - for an even higher amount of $10 (PLUS Aunt Donna got in on the action with another $5 in support of her husband) - will forever remain unsettled. See, Uncle Howard thought I was such a scrawny, lazy 12 year old that he bet me that when he is 80 years old, he will be able to physically pick me up and throw me out of his house. Very nice, warm fuzzy thoughts for a 10 year old to look forward to in his 50s. I was so ready for this bet to be settled - been training my whole life to prove him wrong and get the last laugh! Alas - unsettled. *SEE PICTURE*. But I love my uncle forever for who he was and the memories he and his entire family leave me with. Thank You and Love to you all!
Lorie Hanna
Many years ago, after Chris's first deployment, I called Uncle Howard, and asked him if he was willing to tell me about some of his experiences, while serving in Vietnam. Without hesitation, he asked me what I wanted to know, so I asked him what his job was. He told me that he helped fix radios used for communication, and then one story triggered another. Even though we were miles apart, I could tell when he had a smile on his face, retelling a story that made him laugh, and thinking about some of his comrades who he hadn't seen in decades. I was a young military wife at the time, desperate to piece together my husband's experiences, by talking to Veterans who had endured a silent and often misunderstood journey of serving in combat. When Chris served his second deployment in Afghanistan, he flew an American flag in honor of Uncle Howard, a military tradition to show respect and love to others. We later received a hand-written letter from Uncle Howard, something that I cherish and keep in one of my keepsake boxes. War is an experience that only a select few endure, and there is a beautiful unspoken bond of respect that Veterans share with one another. There is no need for too many words to be exchanged. Sometimes, it is a glance or a simple handshake. Recently, when Uncle Howard found out about Chris's promotion, he left a voicemail for him on my cell phone. I am thankful that I saved it. There is a message behind the words that only Chris can translate. When I played the message for Chris, I knew that he respected Uncle Howard in a way that many others couldn't. They knew a piece to each other's story, without ever having to say it out loud. Uncle Howard was a husband, father, brother, uncle, and friend to many, but he was also a respected Veteran. The decisions that Uncle Howard made, during his last lap of life, signifies the heart of a hero, someone willing to serve, to try to help others, even after his passing. He wanted to do something good for his fellow comrades, and that speaks volumes, from the man of few words.
Richard Baron
I really miss Howard and glad there is an opportunity to share memories here! I have lots of memories. Of course the hot dog eating contests in Onset. I am not sure the total he ate but I am pretty sure he won the contest. And then there was the time he went out on a boat with his friends Bobby Pressman and Norman Snider and the boat tipped over in the canal. They needed to be rescued and it was a big thing at the time. I miss the weekend calls: I'd call him on a Friday night or Sunday and when he could he would take the call and we would just shoot the s_t about anything like politics, work, food of course. He was a virtual plumber as he would always give me advice about my homes water issues. Howard always looked for the challenges in life: sports, Marines, Vietnam, buffets! Nothing seemed too big for him to overcome, including his leg wound. I remember when he was on the Taunton HS Football team and his teammates would come to our house. They called me Little Wolf. Another time when he was back from Vietnam he came to see me play in a band in 8th grade. I remember throwing the sticks into the crowd and he was right there to see it all. And he never missed my birthday with a call. I feel he is in a good place now.
duane martinez
Yes, it's a story I've repeated a few time. This is what I recall and I'm sticking to it. The sea was angry that day, my friends - but on this day there would be no soup sent back by an old man in a deli. Instead a second one would be ordered in addition to the first. The pastrami was stacked ten stories high if it was a half a foot. Howard was definitely on a mission that day and I am appreciative to have shared this moment with him. I'm not sure how many wrong turns we made or if he was just building the anticipation, but they joy on Howard's face is what I will always remember most. It was pure and genuine excitement for him to be able to share this experience of the Stage Deli at Caesar's Palace with us. And it's a memory I will have for ever. THANK YOU HOWARD Duane
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