Susan, what a beautiful tribute to a beautiful woman. Thoughts are with you and your family...
Jill Geppert DelGrosso
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Email from June Robinson
Hello Susan and Trent,
I was saddened to hear of your mother's passing. Harriet was such an inspiration to me....as we had something in common...
We so enjoyed her coming to our circle, Naomi Circle, at the Methodist Church. Much wisdom as well as humor for all of us to enjoy.
How blessed you are that you had "Granma" nearby for your children. I remember how much she enjoyed being so close to you and being part of your life.
I wanted you to know how much I enjoyed her company.....and cheerfulness.
A friend,
June Robinson
I was saddened to hear of your mother's passing. Harriet was such an inspiration to me....as we had something in common...
We so enjoyed her coming to our circle, Naomi Circle, at the Methodist Church. Much wisdom as well as humor for all of us to enjoy.
How blessed you are that you had "Granma" nearby for your children. I remember how much she enjoyed being so close to you and being part of your life.
I wanted you to know how much I enjoyed her company.....and cheerfulness.
A friend,
June Robinson
Email from Janet McNitt Churm
Dear Susan, I wanted to send my condolences on the death of your mother. I got to know Happy when we were in junior high at New Brighton, PA. She left to attend high school in New England. My favorite memory is that I went to my first boy/girl party at the McConnell home in Patterson Twp. I always admired that house! Anyway I don't remember much about the party but when it was time for the party to be over, the lights were flicked on and off and our coats were brought out! That was such a clever way to end our party, I always thought. I am glad that you got to spend so much time with your mother - living near her. I hope you and your family are doing well. Sincerely, Janet McNitt Churm
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Email from Lou Dean Graham Howard
Dear Susan,
My name is Lou Dean Howard. I am so glad Nan Fulcher has been able to keep us up-to-date on Harriette's progress. Harriette and I sang
in Wesley Memorial UMC choir, were in the High Point Branch AAUW, and attended a NC State AAUW Convention together. She was one of the most delightful persons I have ever known.
True Story:
Harriette worked at the High Point Library, but had been out during surgery and treatment. She had returned to work when I went to the library one day. I went to her desk to ask a question. Could I get my question answered or even heard? Not at all, because Harriette had everyone around her laughing uncontrollably. Before I left, I was laughing, too, and had completely forgotten my question. I guess I made a trip to the library that day for a good laugh, but it was worth it.
The pictures are great and so typical of the Harriette I knew. She often talked of her children and I am so glad she was able to be near you during the last few years.
The attachment was sent to me three years ago by a young man whose mother was very ill. She was a close friend of mine from second grade through high school - in fact she and I were born the same day in different states. She corresponded with me through him. I was able to visit her about six months before her death when my family and I were back in Arkansas - my home state.
May God bless you and your family, especially during this time.
(Mrs.) Lou Dean Graham Howard
(I am female, but there is nothing about my name that gives a clue. My maiden name is Graham.)
Attached:
DEATH~
WHAT A WONDERFUL WAY TO EXPLAIN IT!!!
A sick man turned to his doctor
as he was preparing to leave the examination room and said,
"Doctor, I am afraid to die.
Tell me what lies on the other side."
Very quietly, the doctor said, "I don't know."
"You don't know?
You, a Christian man, do not know what is on the other side?"
The doctor was holding the handle of the door.
On the other side came a sound of scratching and whining,
and as he opened the door,
a dog sprang into the room
and leaped on him with an eager show of gladness.
Turning to the patient, the doctor said,
"Did you notice my dog?
He's never been in this room before.
He didn't know what was inside.
He knew nothing except that his master was here,
and when the door opened, he sprang in without fear.
I know little of what is on the other side of death,
but I do know one thing...
I know my Master is there and that is enough."
++++++++++++++++
May today there be peace within you.
May you trust God that you are exactly
where you are meant to be.
++++++++++++++++++
I believe that friends are quiet angels who lift us
to our feet
when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.
My name is Lou Dean Howard. I am so glad Nan Fulcher has been able to keep us up-to-date on Harriette's progress. Harriette and I sang
in Wesley Memorial UMC choir, were in the High Point Branch AAUW, and attended a NC State AAUW Convention together. She was one of the most delightful persons I have ever known.
True Story:
Harriette worked at the High Point Library, but had been out during surgery and treatment. She had returned to work when I went to the library one day. I went to her desk to ask a question. Could I get my question answered or even heard? Not at all, because Harriette had everyone around her laughing uncontrollably. Before I left, I was laughing, too, and had completely forgotten my question. I guess I made a trip to the library that day for a good laugh, but it was worth it.
The pictures are great and so typical of the Harriette I knew. She often talked of her children and I am so glad she was able to be near you during the last few years.
The attachment was sent to me three years ago by a young man whose mother was very ill. She was a close friend of mine from second grade through high school - in fact she and I were born the same day in different states. She corresponded with me through him. I was able to visit her about six months before her death when my family and I were back in Arkansas - my home state.
May God bless you and your family, especially during this time.
(Mrs.) Lou Dean Graham Howard
(I am female, but there is nothing about my name that gives a clue. My maiden name is Graham.)
Attached:
DEATH~
WHAT A WONDERFUL WAY TO EXPLAIN IT!!!
A sick man turned to his doctor
as he was preparing to leave the examination room and said,
"Doctor, I am afraid to die.
Tell me what lies on the other side."
Very quietly, the doctor said, "I don't know."
"You don't know?
You, a Christian man, do not know what is on the other side?"
The doctor was holding the handle of the door.
On the other side came a sound of scratching and whining,
and as he opened the door,
a dog sprang into the room
and leaped on him with an eager show of gladness.
Turning to the patient, the doctor said,
"Did you notice my dog?
He's never been in this room before.
He didn't know what was inside.
He knew nothing except that his master was here,
and when the door opened, he sprang in without fear.
I know little of what is on the other side of death,
but I do know one thing...
I know my Master is there and that is enough."
++++++++++++++++
May today there be peace within you.
May you trust God that you are exactly
where you are meant to be.
++++++++++++++++++
I believe that friends are quiet angels who lift us
to our feet
when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Email from David Barnett
My dear Susan, David Barnett here (Bob's younger brother, your aunt Betty's brother in law). I was terribly saddened to hear of your Mom's death from your uncle John.
I have not see "Happy" for years (since 1960/August, actaully) but she was always one of my very favorite persons.
Flashback to 1952, when all the McConnel kids and I and possibly my brother Bob trekked over Sleeping Bear from the parking lot to the huge cliff overlooking Lake Michigan;
Beach parties at Point Betsy with roaring driftwood fires, plenty of good Miller Highlife cheer, and your mother's infectious laugh; then fast forward to 1956, when I was studying at Monterey, Calif, and your Mom came out on her "trip West" with Rena (sp), and spent several days there before going down to Oceanside to visit her sister Betty and my brother Bob.
Then finally, in August 1960, again at Crystal Lake, water skiing with your dad and my romantic interest of the moment Ann Bovard...ah, what wonderful times.
Your Mom was a bright, ever cheerful person, absolutely stunning (you resemble her), with wonderfvul vivacity which affected everyone around her.
Her passing as it was, seems a blessing; it is, after all a path we must all eventually take, and she seems to have walked the last moments of it with no pain...please accept my most sincere sympathy...your Mom was one of the nicest persons I have ever know...David Barnett
Bill Barnett: Pls give a copy to your Mother
Gwen Barnes: Pls give a copy to your Mom
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