| Henry Vincent Horne |
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| Henry Vincent Horne was born 20 September 1924 in Hastings, Hawkes Bay New Zealand. He was the son of Thomas Vincent Job Horne and Olive Hawkins. Brother of Moana Edwards(Jack) Horne, Alethia Hinemare(Leila) Weaver, Hikimoana (Bubbles)Richards and Sydney Merton Horne . Husband of Ila Jackson, Dad of Malcolm Stuart Horne, Stephen Andrew Horne, Graeme William Horne, Suzette Irene Olive Horne, Ranald Vincent Gordon Horne, Jeanette Angela Victoria Horne and Brendan Lachlan Horne. Foster father of Shanel Victoria Tiopira. Grandfather of Liana, Jena-Mae, Joshua, Karesna, Cara, Larissa, Cheyenne, Jaimz, Adrienne, Benjamin, Samantha, Nakita, and Frederick. Great grandfather of Ocean |
| Dad loved music, even though he was deaf, he enjoyed the musical sounds that he was able to play and listen too, He comes from a musical family, his father Thomas played the Cornet and his mother played the piano, His mothers brothers were also very musical, creating their own orchestra, The Whizz Bang Orchestra. Dad became a member in the Napier City Band in which he played the Tuba. He also loved to play bowls, was a stalwart member of the National Service Club in Hastings. His main occupation was a machanic, was part of the team at Wilson's Motor Supplies in Karamu Road Hastings. Not long before he died worked for Dan MacMillan as a truck machanic. He use to fix peoples cars in the back shed in payment for some potatoes or meat. He helped raise money for events such as a swimming trophy for a boy that had died and was an up and coming swimming champion. He was very down to earth a socialite and a very proud person. |
| Dad dressed ready for Band Practice. |
| From Left to right, Granddad Thomas Horne, Uncle Jack , and Dad. |
| Dad in the Napier City Band after winning the B Championship |
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| Dad died 24 March 1986 in the wee hours of the morning of a massive heart attack. His funeral service was held at the St Mathews Church in Hastings, hundreds of mourners attended including the members of the National Service Club. Dad was buried with his son and his mother in the Hastings Cemetary. |
| Someone told me of a time that Dad drove a crane down the middle of town and collected up all the flags on the hook of the crane by accident. He survived a sinking boat, two bouts of TB and not once did he complain. To this day, I can still hear his load voice, something I will never forget. |
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