Average Joe and the Angel
Copyright© 2020 by TonySpencer
Chapter 7: 1990
Anjelica Harris narrating
I rarely think of that day in 1936 any more. Most of my memories are pleasant ones of my life with Joe, my much better than average partner in life.
“Jelly” Anjelica Elizabeth Harris was born just before Christmas 1936. She married Aaron Fox in 1958, and gave us three beautiful grandchildren. “Molly” Mary Ellen Harris followed in 1938. She married Harry Andrews in 1961 and went one better, giving us four grandchildren. “Bobbie-Gee” Robert George Harris lived from 1940-2003, and took over the farm as dairy/arable farmer; Bobbie-Gee was a quiet, shy man who never married but was always smiling as loving favorite uncle to all the children in the family. “Hughie” Hugh Browne Harris, born 1944, took over the dairy and now his only son Joe runs it.
Joe and I delivered new combat aircraft for as long as we could during the war, relying heavily on Granny Harris to look after the homestead as we traversed the skies in our lonely flights, helping the war effort the best way we could. That came to an end in1944 when “Hughie” was born and I had to stay home, by then Granny was 75 and five kids ages 12 down to zero would be too much for her. The wonderfully kind and generous Granny Harris passed on in 1953 and still missed every day of our lives.
I only entered politics for the benefit of local issues and only served two years in the House, and glad to get away from there at the end of my two-year term. My biggest regret was that I had to dash away from Joe’s deathbed to debate in Washington and vote on a bill dear to our hearts and missed the first few minutes of his funeral. Those 39 years we spent together were wonderful years and losing my suitcase and being rescued by my real life hero was the best thing that ever happened to me.
The end
Note: Mrs Anjelica Harris died in 1996 at the farm which had been her home for 66 years, surrounded by children, grandchildren and great grandchildren, to many to count as they were blessed with the energy of their beloved forebears.