Ernest Milton Henry, Sr., affectionately referred to as “Tater”, was born (October 8, 1938) into the lovely union of the late Clinton Sr. (WWII Veteran) and Pearl Henry. He was a brother to five sisters, Pearl L.H. King, Aline H. Aples, Patricia (John) Citizen, Alice H. Harris and the late Shirley Henry; three brothers, the late Clinton Jr., Horace Sr., and Albert Henry; and one brother in law, William Robinson.
Ernest, a New Orleans native and loyal resident of the Ninth Ward, served in the United States Army. Afterwards, he worked for Kelly Lumber Yard and Boh Brothers Construction Company for over a decade and was also a devoted member of the Labor Union 689 for 35 years.
Ernest Henry was married to the late Betty Henry. Though Betty preceded Ernest in death, from their love, blossomed four children of which their love could never be articulated precisely. He was a believer of Christ and raised his family in a Christian home. Ernest is survived by daughter, Jean (Edwin) Wilson and son, Jerry Henry. He was preceded in death by his eldest daughter, Linda A. Henry and eldest son, Ernest M. Henry, Jr.
Tater was truly a hero to many. He opened his home to family, friends, and anyone in need; including a plethora of animals. While Ernest was known for giving of himself, and being there for others with plenty jokes and such a warm spirit, there was nothing that he enjoyed more than spending quality time with his children, grandchildren, grand-dogs, multiple pets, including his most recent beloved pet, Oreo; and of course, watching cowboys and sports! He was the first, last and only die-hard Saints fan we knew. Everyone loved Tater and truly witnessed a man with a huge heart and magnificent strength.
Ernest will forever live in the hearts of those he loved: his siblings, his two children; his Grandchildren, Nichelle Wilson, Latasha Simeon, Jasmine Wilson, Jalise Wilson, Ernisha Mackey, Tamyra Harrison, Latasha Jones; the late Ernest Causey; Godson Jonathan Henry; Grand-dog Sunshine; great grandchildren, cousins, nieces, nephews, and a host of extended family and friends.
Tater lived a long, fulfilling life and we will always celebrate the receiving of his wings, because he, indeed, was a Saint. Who Dat!
