Harvey Alan Russ
Harvey Alan Russ, (8/1/47-9/22/12) a veteran of the US Army, died of a sudden heart attack Saturday in his home in Canton, Georgia. He is survived by his brothers Barry and Daniel and his sister Estelle who resides in Jerusalem, and his wife Ann, and his stepson Don.
Harvey was the oldest son of Marvin Edward Russ and Irene Weider Russ; I have written about both of them here before. He was born in Germany in the US Army 488th Field Hospital and raised in DeKalb County, Georgia. After he turned 18, Harvey joined the United States Army. He trained in artillery in Fort Sills Oklahoma. After receiving hearing damage in an artillery training drill, he was transferred out to Signal Corps where he trained as an audio engineer. (Yes, Hearing Damage, therefore Signal Corps ) He was intermittently stationed in Germany, in Fort Monmouth New Jersey, and in Fort Gordon in Augusta, Georgia.
Harvey was a poor student, who could nonetheless always figure out the answer. He had his own kind of genius in fixing things. Wherever he was his whole life his most comfortable domain was a vast room somewhere filled with the half working detritus of a dozen different technologies: computers, dye casts, presses, test equipment, reloading presses, tools tools and tools. When he came out of the Army in his cramped shitty little apartment on Curtis Drive in Atlanta he cobbled together a lamp that turned on and off when he whistled. Not exactly The Clapper, but the same idea, only twenty years earlier and with no royalties. He could reach into a machine, or turn on your computer, and just fix it. That was his genius. Kudos to the Army for fulfilling the promise of the marketing campaign to Be All You Can Be. The Army was a pretty good bet for Harvey, he emerged with marketable skills that he built upon his whole life.
Harvey loved to laugh, to entertain, to eat, to cook, and to make people comfortable. He could not tell a joke to save his life. He really was the worst joke teller of all times. But you loved him so much for ploughing through it anyway. Harvey was patriotic, conservative, a lover of animals, an outdoors enthusiast, a skilled gunsmith and marksman; and a dear dear person to all around him. He worked with the Boy Scouts of America and was loved by all for his affability. He was also extremely generous and when friends needed help, he showed up. He will be so sorely missed.