Mr. Harvey Watson

A good man CHOOSES to do what is right. He places his faith in the Lord and puts his family first. A good man changes the community around him by his example. A good man shapes the lives of his children with the strength of his love. Harvey Watson, a straightforward and non materialistic man left this world, to go home, surrounded with love by his great-granddaughter, his sons and his wife on June 29, 2024. On this day, there was a rainbow. (see pictures) An only child, born to the late Fannie Watson, on December 12, 1946, in Washington, DC. His Father, the one and only, Jesus Christ. Harvey was reared by his maternal grandparents Richard and Maggie as their own son, who taught him how to work hard, like carrying 100lb sacks of feed in each hand and walking behind a mule. Natural born strength. Harvey was a graduate of Southside High. He began working at the Department of Transportation on October 11, 1965 at $1.20 hour. Harvey walked for nine months, about 10 miles , one way, which was no hard feat after walking behind a mule. After adversity and blessings, Harvey was officially promoted to Road Maintenance Supervisor, Division 6 of Robeson County in 1982. He retired January 1, 2003 with 40+ years. Harvey worked ALL of interstate 95, even outside of his district, from Raleigh to the South of the Border in SC, because of his expertise. His yellow truck was outfitted so that it could “ put the pedal to the metal”, as he was often asked to do. Harvey was called so much, that he was allowed to bring the state truck home. The first to work and the last to leave, for he opened and closed the gate. The sheriff’s department and civilian's called Harvey for the bad, the hard, the stink, and the ugly. His call sign, #619, was used for accidents, trees, animals, high water in ditches, potholes, downed power lines and ANYTHING remotely related to the road. Even how far to place your mailbox from the street!!!He could quote the SOP and codes. When there was ice or snow, Harvey was sure to go. If you heard him singing, “I like it, I love it, I want some more of it”, it was best to leave him alone. When he set foot on scene, HE WAS THE BOSS. If you didn't know it, he told you so. Prison detail called him “Boss” because he treated them with respect. Every person who Harvey trained, are top tier. Traveling to NC on 95 we knew the ride would be smooth and graded right. He could lay down more miles on 95, than anybody, in one day. Harvey was a man who never met a stranger and gave great hugs. He meant what he said and said what he meant. A’s make money, B’s make a living, C’s get by and D’s and F’s are on the chain gang and prison. Harvey was an excellent provider with a big belly laugh, who often said , “laughing is catching.” A happy man “If you happy and you know it clap your hands.” Harvey could cook and sing. Many experienced his specialties, like BBQ, sweet potato pie, and the fish and chicken fry’s. Only his family, got to eat his applesauce cake that never lasted more than 8 hours. Harvey loved his wife's banana pudding too, which didn't last either. He enjoyed watching TV and letting it watch him. He lit a match when he went to visit in NY, PA, and MD. His salt of the earth was the garden that him and his wife supplied to many, into their early 70s. He often said he was proud of his children and his wife, who kept us in line. Forever on our hearts, for love never dies, Harvey leaves a loving, faithful wife, Luesther Addison; four children who called him Da, Di, Daddy and sometimes HW, a name coined by his wife, Cheryl Annette, Harvey Shawn, Stacie Roslyn and Richard Jay Weldon; one daughter in love Shelia; grandchildren Kenisha, Imani, Klrissa, Inaje’, Jessica, Marques, Carlisle, Deshawn, Cornelius, Tatron, Zachary, and Isaac; 16 great-grands and bun in the oven; one brother in love, William; four sister in laws, Lois, Mae Zella, Betty and Vickie; one Aunt, Mary Sue; adopted son Shane, special friends, Oscar, Noah, Willie, Tim, Trooper Lee, Trooper Smith, Ronnie, Brenda and Ms Shearlie; first cousins, a host of nieces, nephews, co-workers and lifetime buddies. Harvey, battle worthy, blazing iron, this man of strength, was worthy, wise, well-looked and well-loved. He never complained. For he always said, “Don't let nobody steal your joy (the Jesus On You), I didn't say it would be easy.” Lastly. “All I can say is this, WE’VE BEEN BLESSED BY THE BEST.” In lieu of flowers, please donate to the American Heart Association.

Mr. Harvey Watson

December 12, 1946 - June 29, 2024