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Note: Harry was born in the Mary Alley Hospital, in Marblehead, Massachusetts, at 5:24 a.m. Our family was living on Jebb Place (on the "Neck"), in Marblehead at the time. We have a copy of his birth certificate.
Hank was named after his grandfather, Harry Brand Lipphardt. And a strange quirk; Harry was born in the same hospital that his name-sake grandfather had died in, just ten years earlier.
Although born in Marblehead, Massachusetts, the family moved to Scottsdale in 1953 shortly after he was born.
Harry, will always be known to immediate family members as "Hank", lost his life at age 10 in Tucson, Arizona during a tragic fire at our home, during the night. Dad (Louis E. Lipphardt) ended up in the hospital from numerous glass cuts, due to his heroic efforts trying to locate Hank and his sister Eve (Yvonne) during the fire. Dad had to climb through broken windows to re-enter the house. Hank had apparently left his room most likely looking for a way to escape the disaster. Dad was able to locate and rescue Eve, who he found hiding under her bed. She was four. He was not however, able to locate Hank. He was found early the next morning by the fire inspectors.
About 1957-58 Hank fell off one of our horses (Freckles) and broke his arm. That horse was given to us by Darthea Tuttle (Ravenscroft), who was earlier married to Hank's name-sake, Harry Brand Lipphardt.
Hank was all boy! Good looking, healthy and always seemed to be happy. He loved his ranch and the horses. He was very family oriented and always ready to go places. He looked forward to our weekly Saturday night dinners at Los Olivos Mexican restaurant in town (Scottsdale).
He had two grey cats, named Tom and Jerry that followed him around the ranch and slept in his bed at night. The three were great pals for several years.
Dad always felt that the cause of the house fire was a natural gas leak in the furnace room, which was located in the center of the house. It occurred about midnight. The house was a complete loss. We lost everything but the clothes on our backs. An ambulance rushed dad to the hospital where it took a surgeon (recently returned from Korean duty) a couple of hours to sew up his wounds (from glass cuts). Dad, mom and I escaped unhurt (brother Ed was away in the Navy). Dad was injured when he went back inside looking for Hank and his sister Eve.
Hank is buried at the Green Acres Cemetery in Scottsdale, Arizona, next to his mother Yvonne Cunningham-Lipphardt. "Our Loving Boy" is on his tombstone. The cemetery is at 401 N. Hayden Road. He is in the Garden of Flowers Section, Lot 406, Space 3.
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