Marion Harris
Sep 16th 1939 - Jun 11th 2008
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Shawna (Marions other girl)
June 13th 2008
I remember when I was a little girl and I used to go to my uncle Marions house. I loved going there because he would let me play outside and get dirty and have lots of fun. You see my momma never let me get dirty..lol.... Also I remember all the family get togethers we would have there and how much fun that was. I loved my uncle Marion sooo much, he was a special person to me.... I love and miss you uncle Marion.... Love your other girl Shawna
Debbie johnson/smith
June 12th 2008
My dearest wonderful uncle marion.
today i recieve the news that my uncle marion,went home
tojesus and there also i believe his best friend my father
wayne was a the gate of life waitng with thier arms strech
out welcoming home.you see uncle marion and aunt linda,
the two famlies ,along with all thier kidz ,and there were
alot of us. always spent every weekend just hanging out,
Memories of uncle Marion,dad, love to play thier gitars,
Just sining away. They sing light house,and one they always
sang (will the circle be unbroken) you see us kidz would always play hide an seek,and tammy and i were the oldest
and boy would we play the part.I remeber my last talk to
uncke marion,Last summer i called him,aunt linda was out.
my we had a great time of talking.if you know him ,he always had that little kinda funny quiet laugh.I told him that i love him,miss those days,Good times,Good Memoires.He said me too.Even tho he no longer in this world,and i know
that him and my dad are shakin up heaven.He will be missed
and he gave me alot of childhood memories,and how two famlies that love ea other very much.I will never forget my
uncle and his dark hair,and that face.he'd always sneak
Tammy and i a few dollars just for watin the little ones at that time.I would like to leave this scrpt: for my cousins
and my aunt Linda REV 21:4 AND GOD SHALL WIPE AWAY ALL TEARS FROM THIER EYES:AND THERE SHALL BE NO DEATH,
NEITHER SORROW,NOR CRYING,NEITHER SHALL THERE BE ANY MORE PAIN.FOR THE FORMER THINGS ARE PASSED AWAY. IN THIS ,A NWE LIFE HAS BEGUN,AUNT LINDA, AND TO MY COUSNS I LOVE YOU!!! DEBBIE JEAN/ SMITH,JOHNSON
Chadwick Gillenwater
June 12th 2008
The Qualities of a True Hero
When I heard that Uncle Marion took his final journey, tears made their stubborn way out of my eyes. I knew this day was coming, and I had tried to prepare myself for it. I know Uncle Marion wouldn’t want us to be sad or hurt, but there is really no other choice. And I am happy that he is no longer sick and in pain, but I will deeply DEEPLY miss him.
After I listened to Julie’s message with the news, I got out the photo album that Uncle Marion and Aunt Linda gave me several years ago. This album is filled with pictures of our fishing trips and the camping trips on the Ohio River. Of course this didn’t stop my crying; it actually made it worse. But while looking at these old photos that had captured priceless memories, I was overwhelmed with a feeling of love – a love that I have NEVER doubted in my life – an UNCONDITIONAL love that I was never owed but was given so generously.
It is very important for me to realize that Uncle Marion and Aunt Linda did not have to love me. I wasn’t their child. I wasn’t their grandchild. I was simply a cousin who had lost his father of which they were very close to. And Uncle Marion did not have to pick up where my own dad had left off. BUT he did! In doing so, he changed my life! From the depths of my soul, I thank him for that. I would not be the man I am today without his fatherly guidance and love.
Uncle Marion: the gentle teacher -
I remember wanting to grow a garden as successful as Uncle Marion’s – now that I look back on it – this idea was a complete and utter lost cause – No one can or could grow a more successful garden than Uncle Marion. Done Deal! But Uncle Marion let me use his rotor tiller, and I bounced and shook all the way up and down the rows until I thought my arms were going to fling off. I finally planted a few tomato plants, a zucchini or two and some other vegetables, but as the summer went on – I found other things to occupy my time rather than weed the garden. I know Uncle Marion knew this was going to happen. He knew that a garden takes precise care and detailed planning – But he didn’t discourage me and tell me I couldn’t do it – he just gently let me fail. What a life lesson learned!
Uncle Marion: the GREAT debater -
Uncle Marion may not have gone to college or even finished high school – But let me tell you – he was S-M-A-R-T! He had a thirst and hunger for knowledge. If he wasn’t outside building or growing something, he was sure to be found watching a program on the Discovery or History Channel. And if you were ever brave enough to question his knowledge, you had better be prepared for a debate. My favorite debate occurred at age 9. The topic: Darwinism vs. Creationism. Of course, Uncle Marion, with his scientific mind was explaining to me how man evolved from monkeys. I knew this was an absolutely silly idea! How could man come from monkeys if Adam and Eve were not monkeys? Ohhh, we must have stayed up until 3am debating this issue, and I don’t think either of us completely convinced the other, but by the time my eyelids were hanging over my chin with sleepiness, Uncle Marion had opened my mind to other possibilities about the world we live in. My exhausted brain and body finally went to bed, but I was a new kid. I no longer believed everything I was told. I learned to challenge the rule and make my own opinion – something I still do today.
Uncle Marion: The Fisherman -
Uncle Marion took me on countless fishing trips. I would usually spend the night on Friday with hopes of getting up with the sun. Aunt Linda would end up dragging me out of bed, while Uncle Marion loaded the truck with tackle and supplies. Then we would all sit down to one of Aunt Linda’s famous Biscuits and Tomatoes breakfasts. (DELICIOUS! I still crave it to this day!) After we devoured our meal, we’d be off down the road. I seriously had the time of my life on these trips to Cagle Mills, Cataract Lake, Little Eagle Creek, some farmer’s pond that we shouldn’t be fishing in, and countless other places where the fish were supposed to bite. And while we watched our bobbers, Uncle Marion would tell me stories about the good old days. He would give me advice on how to be a good man. And he would tell me how proud he was of me and how much he loved me.
Uncle Marion: The Dad -
Uncle Marion did all the things a dad is supposed to do, and he never EVER let me down. What more could a little boy ask for? Uncle Marion was it, and he didn’t have to be. The qualities of true a HERO.
Uncle Marion, I am forever grateful for you! And I hope that I can be at least half the man you were. You have truly touched my life in ways unexplainable. I LOVE YOU from the depths of my heart! Tell Dad and Nanny I said Hi.
Love,
your son,
Chad
Shawna (Marions other girl)
June 13th 2008
I remember when I was a little girl and I used to go to my uncle Marions house. I loved going there because he would let me play outside and get dirty and have lots of fun. You see my momma never let me get dirty..lol.... Also I remember all the family get togethers we would have there and how much fun that was. I loved my uncle Marion sooo much, he was a special person to me.... I love and miss you uncle Marion.... Love your other girl Shawna
Debbie johnson/smith
June 12th 2008
My dearest wonderful uncle marion.
today i recieve the news that my uncle marion,went home
tojesus and there also i believe his best friend my father
wayne was a the gate of life waitng with thier arms strech
out welcoming home.you see uncle marion and aunt linda,
the two famlies ,along with all thier kidz ,and there were
alot of us. always spent every weekend just hanging out,
Memories of uncle Marion,dad, love to play thier gitars,
Just sining away. They sing light house,and one they always
sang (will the circle be unbroken) you see us kidz would always play hide an seek,and tammy and i were the oldest
and boy would we play the part.I remeber my last talk to
uncke marion,Last summer i called him,aunt linda was out.
my we had a great time of talking.if you know him ,he always had that little kinda funny quiet laugh.I told him that i love him,miss those days,Good times,Good Memoires.He said me too.Even tho he no longer in this world,and i know
that him and my dad are shakin up heaven.He will be missed
and he gave me alot of childhood memories,and how two famlies that love ea other very much.I will never forget my
uncle and his dark hair,and that face.he'd always sneak
Tammy and i a few dollars just for watin the little ones at that time.I would like to leave this scrpt: for my cousins
and my aunt Linda REV 21:4 AND GOD SHALL WIPE AWAY ALL TEARS FROM THIER EYES:AND THERE SHALL BE NO DEATH,
NEITHER SORROW,NOR CRYING,NEITHER SHALL THERE BE ANY MORE PAIN.FOR THE FORMER THINGS ARE PASSED AWAY. IN THIS ,A NWE LIFE HAS BEGUN,AUNT LINDA, AND TO MY COUSNS I LOVE YOU!!! DEBBIE JEAN/ SMITH,JOHNSON
Chadwick Gillenwater
June 12th 2008
The Qualities of a True Hero
When I heard that Uncle Marion took his final journey, tears made their stubborn way out of my eyes. I knew this day was coming, and I had tried to prepare myself for it. I know Uncle Marion wouldn’t want us to be sad or hurt, but there is really no other choice. And I am happy that he is no longer sick and in pain, but I will deeply DEEPLY miss him.
After I listened to Julie’s message with the news, I got out the photo album that Uncle Marion and Aunt Linda gave me several years ago. This album is filled with pictures of our fishing trips and the camping trips on the Ohio River. Of course this didn’t stop my crying; it actually made it worse. But while looking at these old photos that had captured priceless memories, I was overwhelmed with a feeling of love – a love that I have NEVER doubted in my life – an UNCONDITIONAL love that I was never owed but was given so generously.
It is very important for me to realize that Uncle Marion and Aunt Linda did not have to love me. I wasn’t their child. I wasn’t their grandchild. I was simply a cousin who had lost his father of which they were very close to. And Uncle Marion did not have to pick up where my own dad had left off. BUT he did! In doing so, he changed my life! From the depths of my soul, I thank him for that. I would not be the man I am today without his fatherly guidance and love.
Uncle Marion: the gentle teacher -
I remember wanting to grow a garden as successful as Uncle Marion’s – now that I look back on it – this idea was a complete and utter lost cause – No one can or could grow a more successful garden than Uncle Marion. Done Deal! But Uncle Marion let me use his rotor tiller, and I bounced and shook all the way up and down the rows until I thought my arms were going to fling off. I finally planted a few tomato plants, a zucchini or two and some other vegetables, but as the summer went on – I found other things to occupy my time rather than weed the garden. I know Uncle Marion knew this was going to happen. He knew that a garden takes precise care and detailed planning – But he didn’t discourage me and tell me I couldn’t do it – he just gently let me fail. What a life lesson learned!
Uncle Marion: the GREAT debater -
Uncle Marion may not have gone to college or even finished high school – But let me tell you – he was S-M-A-R-T! He had a thirst and hunger for knowledge. If he wasn’t outside building or growing something, he was sure to be found watching a program on the Discovery or History Channel. And if you were ever brave enough to question his knowledge, you had better be prepared for a debate. My favorite debate occurred at age 9. The topic: Darwinism vs. Creationism. Of course, Uncle Marion, with his scientific mind was explaining to me how man evolved from monkeys. I knew this was an absolutely silly idea! How could man come from monkeys if Adam and Eve were not monkeys? Ohhh, we must have stayed up until 3am debating this issue, and I don’t think either of us completely convinced the other, but by the time my eyelids were hanging over my chin with sleepiness, Uncle Marion had opened my mind to other possibilities about the world we live in. My exhausted brain and body finally went to bed, but I was a new kid. I no longer believed everything I was told. I learned to challenge the rule and make my own opinion – something I still do today.
Uncle Marion: The Fisherman -
Uncle Marion took me on countless fishing trips. I would usually spend the night on Friday with hopes of getting up with the sun. Aunt Linda would end up dragging me out of bed, while Uncle Marion loaded the truck with tackle and supplies. Then we would all sit down to one of Aunt Linda’s famous Biscuits and Tomatoes breakfasts. (DELICIOUS! I still crave it to this day!) After we devoured our meal, we’d be off down the road. I seriously had the time of my life on these trips to Cagle Mills, Cataract Lake, Little Eagle Creek, some farmer’s pond that we shouldn’t be fishing in, and countless other places where the fish were supposed to bite. And while we watched our bobbers, Uncle Marion would tell me stories about the good old days. He would give me advice on how to be a good man. And he would tell me how proud he was of me and how much he loved me.
Uncle Marion: The Dad -
Uncle Marion did all the things a dad is supposed to do, and he never EVER let me down. What more could a little boy ask for? Uncle Marion was it, and he didn’t have to be. The qualities of true a HERO.
Uncle Marion, I am forever grateful for you! And I hope that I can be at least half the man you were. You have truly touched my life in ways unexplainable. I LOVE YOU from the depths of my heart! Tell Dad and Nanny I said Hi.
Love,
your son,
Chad
