Barry L. Gettier

Barry L. Gettier

YORK – Barry L. Gettier, 76 of York, passed away at 9:55 AM, Thursday, January 25, 2018 at his home. He was the husband of the late Brenda L. (Lehr) Gettier who passed away July 3, 2004 and the companion of Jean Hilker.

Barry was born September 4, 1941 in York and was the son of the late William Gettier and Miriam L. (Deardorff) Unger and the step-son of the late Richard Unger and Lurraine Gettier of Manchester.

He was employed for 30 years with Caterpillar Tractor Company in York before retiring. He was a member of the Shiloh American Legion Post #791 and the Hawks Gunning Club. He was a member of the Stillmeadow Church of the Nazarene in York. Barry proudly served his country in the United States Navy during the Vietnam War.

Barry is survived by his sons, Barry L. Gettier II of York Haven, Scott A. Gettier and his wife Lynda of Georgia; his daughter, Bonnie L. Lowe and her husband Billy of Dover; twelve grandchildren; ten great grandchildren; and two adopted daughters, Sharon Yarde of York and Jenna Leigh of Dover. Barry was preceded in death by his daughter, Gwen M. Sollenberger and his grandson Jason Derek Gettier,

His funeral service will begin at 1:00 PM, Monday, January 29, 2018 at The Diehl Funeral Home & Cremation Center, 87 South Main Street, Mount Wolf. Viewing will be from 12:00 to 1:00 AM, Monday at the funeral home. Burial will be in Suburban Memorial Gardens in Dover. Officiating at his service will be Chaplain Don Alsphaugh from White Rose Hospice.

Those planning an expression of Sympathy may wish to consider, White Rose Hospice, 1412 Sixth Ave., York, Pa. 17403; Oxford Ferret Rescue, 2357 Telegraph Road, Rising Sun, MD., 21911; or the Delaware Valley Golden Retriever Rescue, 60 Vera Cruz Road, Reinholds, PA 17569.

To share memories of Barry please visit www.diehlfuneralhome.com

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  1. Barry, Scott, & Bonnie,
    Your dad was my “best friend” from 1970 to 1973 when I bought the white rancher next door to you on Canal Road. One night in June when I was at the house with my father-in-law painting the interior before we moved in, your dad showed up at the front door with a hand full of paint brushes , introduced himself, and said “where do you want me to paint?” He was always there when I needed help. Your dad and I are both Vietnam vets. We didn’t talk about the war in those days. I am disabled from a combat wound and I know your dad wanted to be able to help me out of the silent respect we shared as veterans. That kind of bond stays with you forever and I remember your dad’s friendship fondly. I am sorry that we lost contact as the years passed. Please accept my deepest sympathies. Phil Frigm

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