OBIT; Mary Ann Miller Harris, 1940, Bullitt Co., KY

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Obit: ( from the Bullitt County paper  1940)

January 4, 1940 as dawn was breaking, Mrs. Mary Ann Miller Harris fell asleep 
quietly and sweetly as a child, after several weeks illness but no suffering. 
She clelebrated her eighty-first birthday the 26th of last October.  Born in 
New Albany, Ind.  she came to Kentucky with her parents when twelve or 
fourteen years of age, settling in Jefferson County between Jeffersontown and 
Fern Creek where she ahd a number of relatives: all the older generation have 
passed on leaving only one first cousin, Sherman Miller.  At eighteen she 
married John W. Harris and came to his Bullitt County Farm on Floyd's Fork 
about three miles from Mt. Washington.

She united with the Christian Church in childhood and was baptized in the 
Ohio River at night.  There being no church of that faith in Mt. Washington, 
she became a member of the Methodist Church, loyal and devoted to its tenets 
through life.  A little more than forty years ago they sold their farm and 
came to Mt. Washington to make their home.

Here as on the farm their home was always open to young and old.  When her 
husband passed on more than seventeen years ago, she continued the same 
hospitable open house, many who read this will recall happy hours spent in 
the home of this beloved couple.  She remainded cherry and young in heart 
through all her more than eighty years, independently living to herself until 
the last weeks when her grand daughter Mrs. Ed Pound and Mr. Pound took her 
into their hearts and hom loving watching over her with the help of others in 
her closing days.  Th last week Miss Birta Harris friend and cousin 
ministered to her every need.  With no suffering, her only worries were 
weakness and fear of spoiling Christmas for her loved ones. Devoted to her 
church and family, funeral services were planned alonge lines that we felt 
would best have met with her approval.  Funeral services were held at the 
McAfee Funeral Home, Saturday at 1:15 pm and at the Methodist Church at 1:30 
with burial in the local cememtary.

Her pastor, Rev. C.K. Dickey spoke briefly fro Romans 8 37 and paying tribute 
to her as he knew her.  The choir sang "How Firam a Foundation" , Mrs. H. C. 
McGee by reqest very beautifully and tenderly sang, "I'll Wear a White Flower 
for You., Mother Dear, also by request, Mrs. McGee and J. E. Fisher rendered 
as a duet, "In the Land where We'll Never grow old"  Her beloved physician 
and friend, Dr. G. B. Hill voluntarily attended her in these last rites as he 
had so faithfully cared for her in her illness.

Six grandsons, Paxton and Frank Parrish, Harris, Maurice, R. Lee, and Wade 
McAfee were pallbearers; a grand daughter, Miss Lillian Dean McAfee, three great 
grandchildre, Miss Stuart Troutman, John and Allen Parrish carried the 
flowers.  She is also survived by a stepson, Maurice A. Harris who was very 
young when she came to the home as his mother.  On the death of her first 
born son he became as her own, and when left a widow she sought his advice on 
all financial and business matters.  Her two daughters, Mrs. Lillian Parrish 
and Mrs. Mabel McAfee are left to mourn the loss of a devoted mother who felt 
no one could be quite as dear and interesting as her own.  She taught her 
first grandchild to call her "Granny" .  Soon it became a loving name for 
their young friends and in later years she was  "Granny" to young and old 
alike, often getting mail addressed "Granny Harris".

Ten grandchildren and ten great-grand children also survive.  To them, Granny 
never grew old, always ready with joke for joke laughing with them, she never 
acquired the old age pessimism often noticeable in those much younger.   She 
was the oldest active member in the Methodist Church and the oldest in age 
and service in the Missionary Society.