Gene A. Barker

Dad we had a great childhood so many great memories and fun adventures...You were a hard worker and had a heart of gold...Always remember as children pulling someone out of a ditch and or jumping starting a car....We did donuts in parking lots after snow and ice storms....Whenever we did something crazy you always said don't tell your mother..:) As the first man we loved in life you set a great example and we were daddy's little girls....You came to our sporting events and when there was a bad call from.the ref we knew you were there.. You coninued to come to your grandkids soccur games and always gave them ice cream money and told them how proud of them you were..Dad you were the man we could lean on..A father who always gave love and affection. .All of our life we will be thankful we had a father so true we never had to search for a hero ...the hero in our life was you! We love you!! XXXOOO

Dear Michelle, Tammy and Family, I am so saddened to read Gene's passing and am very sorry to have missed his memorial service. Your Dad was a special guy and I am glad I had the opportunity to know him. My deepest condolences on your loss.

My husband (also Gene) and I first met Gene & Kathy at a Birthday party and we chatted with them both and on the way home my husband said to me what a lovely couple! I have always kept that memory as it was such a nice one! May you be in heaven with all your family and friends Gene!

My memories of goomba (Gene) started way back when I was about 8 years old. He was the guy us kids always wanted to visit with because he represented the tough guy. Every young boy always wants to have a role model like that. As I got older and became a deer hunter, Gene, my father and I developed our hunting tradition. Every fall when the leaves were changing colors, the air was turning brisk and the days were getting shorter, I always got excited as I knew it was time to go to the county barn where Gene worked to site the rifles in for the hunt ahead. The three of us spent many years hunting together, shared many laughs and developed a camaraderie that would last the rest of our lives. Through all the year's, I can honestly say this "man's man" and tough guy, had a real heart of gold. He use to tell me I was like a son to him, and he was definitely like a second father to me. He is a large part of the man I am today. Gene would always do anything for a friend.....give you the shirt off his back. He was loyal to his friends and a great man to have on your side. There was never a dull moment when Gene was around. He helped me set the timing after I put my first aluminum manifold on my hot rod in high school, telling his countless stories of tangling it up with trouble makers, or putting a set of antlers on a doe....accidentally of course. I continued to call him after my move to Arizona, and would always see him when I was in NY on travel. I thought of him as one of my true friends. The last few years were hard to endure as Gene, this active and physical guy, had a hard doing even the simplest things in life. It was not the man I remembered, and it hurt me to see him that way. I am sad that he's gone and we won't share hunting stories any longer, but I am glad that he's at peace. I love him and always will remember the great times we had together. Rest in peace my friend. He use to say to me... "You're tall and that's all" .....and I'll never forget his way of making me smile.

My memories of goomba (Gene) started way back when I was about 8 years old. He was the guy us kids always wanted to visit with because he represented the tough guy. Every young boy always wants to have a role model like that. As I got older and became a deer hunter, Gene, my father and I developed our hunting tradition. Every fall when the leaves were changing colors, the air was turning brisk and the days were getting shorter, I always got excited as I knew it was time to go to the county barn where Gene worked to site the rifles in for the hunt ahead. The three of us spent many years hunting together, shared many laughs and developed a camaraderie that would last the rest of our lives. Through all the year's, I can honestly say this "man's man" and tough guy, had a real heart of gold. He use to tell me I was like a son to him, and he was definitely like a second father to me. He is a large part of the man I am today. Gene would always do anything for a friend.....give you the shirt off his back. He was loyal to his friends and a great man to have on your side. There was never a dull moment when Gene was around. He helped me set the timing after I put my first aluminum manifold on my hot rod in high school, telling his countless stories of tangling it up with trouble makers, or putting a set of antlers on a doe....accidentally of course. I continued to call him after my move to Arizona, and would always see him when I was in NY on travel. I thought of him as one of my true friends. The last few years were hard to endure as Gene, this active and physical guy, had a hard doing even the simplest things in life. It was not the man I remembered, and it hurt me to see him that way. I am sad that he's gone and we won't share hunting stories any longer, but I am glad that he's at peace. I love him and always will remember the great times we had together. Rest in peace my friend. He use to say to me... "You're tall and that's all" .....and I'll never forget his way of making me smile.