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Harold Harris, 88 of Sugar City, passed away Sunday, September 4, 2022, at home surrounded by his kids and family.
Harold Lee Harris was born on February 15, 1934, in Agawam, Montana, to Vivian Morris Harris and Pontel Garn Harris. He was greeted by two older brothers and an older sister. His parents were there homesteading with family. When Dad was 3, his family moved back to Sugar City, Idaho. Two more brothers and two more sisters came after. Dad grew up in Sugar City. He has many wonderful memories of his growing up years. They lived in several homes around town. He remembers growing up near the old slaughterhouse and the rock house out by the Sugar City cemetery. At one point, his family and the Garn family all lived together in the rock house. He has fond memories of these times.
He attended school in Sugar City and graduated from Sugar-Salem High School where he bled blue as a proud Digger. Dad played football and basketball in high school and loved every minute of it. While in high school, he dated a darling girl named Ganene Brower. The beginning of eternity was started. In 1954 Dad joined the Army. He was eventually stationed in Fort Polk, Louisiana. Dad instilled in us a love of this great country we live in. You won't find anyone as patriotic as him. He loved taking politics with anyone who was willing.
Dad and Mom were married for eternity on January 4, 1956, in the Idaho Falls Temple. They lived in Fort Polk after they were married. Dad said when Layne was close to being born, he sent Mom home on a train because he wasn't going to have his child be born at the Army hospital with 400 other babies. He said he had to beat the stork home, which meant hitchhiking. He said that was so much faster than the train or the bus. He made it for Layne's birth. Dad was honorably discharged, and he was ready to get to work and raise a family. Not quite two years later, Bryan was born. Five years later came Kip, and then 7 1/2 years after that came Nicole. They lived in Sugar City and raised their family there.
Dad was a building contractor by trade. He started out with his dad, then his older brother, Dirk, and then he went into business on his own as Harold L. Harris Construction. You couldn't go too many places in the upper valley that you didn't see a home or business that Dad had built. He was proud of the work he did, and you will never meet anyone who was as honest or trustworthy as him. He loved being a building contractor and using his hands, but he had what he called a "hobby farm", and that was where he loved being the most. He loved spending time there, and he raised his cows. We all had the chance to work with him out there. Every summer we had a ritual of separating and doctoring the cows and calves. Last summer was the last time we got to do this. He sold his cows last fall and his heart was broken. He would drive around just to look at peoples' cow herds. We raised all sorts of animals out there as we were growing up. Dad loved riding horses, and he loved to racehorses. Some of his best memories were going hunting with his buddies on horseback. I'm sure there are plenty of hunting stories going back and forth right now as he has met back up with all of them.
Dad eventually started to slow down a little with his construction business but decided to open a restaurant. Dad's nickname growing up was Ole, pronounced Oh-Lee. We decided that the restaurant needed to be named after him, and Ole's was born. There wasn't a person who came in there that he didn't talk to or know.
Dad's other great love was his cabin. The sign leading down to it says, "Ole's Gulch". If he could have, he would have lived there. He was in his own little bit of heaven. When we were bringing him home from the hospital, he told us that he wished he could go to the cabin one last time and pass away there. He loved nature in all her splendor. He loved getting out to "see the country". Many Sunday drives were taken to just "take in the scenery".
Other additions came to the family in the form of 14 grandkids. Dad was so proud of each one of them and loved them dearly. The next best part of that, these grandkids have given him 24 great-grandkids, with a great granddaughter to be born next week, to bring the count up to 25. They just added to the joy of being called Grandpa.
Dad loved serving with the young men as an explorer advisor in scouts. Every year he took his boys and trust me…they were his and they loved him, on a big camping trip. We would have to break out the slide projector and look at hundreds of slides of fish cooking over an open fire. It was tradition, and we sat there and took it all in. There were slides of scenery and boys enjoying being in the outdoors with their beloved leader. The three boys loved it when they got old enough to go on these big camping trips with Dad.
Dad is survived by his kids, Layne (Melinda) Harris, Bryan (Leticia) Harris, Nicole (Greg) Malstrom, daughter-in-law, Nola Harris, 14 grandkids, and soon to be 25 great-grandkids, as well his brothers, Dirk, Blaine, and Verlyn and his sisters, VeeAnn and Jacque. He was preceded in death by his sweetheart, Ganene Brower Harris, who passed away not quite a year ago on September 18, 2021, his son, Kip Harris, his parents, his brother, Dee Harris, and his two sisters, Bonnie Holman and Cleola Schofield.
Dad will be missed by many. He was the rock of our family and the rock of this community. He was a huge supporter of everything community, and he was a proud Digger. He was an iconic figure in the upper valley, and especially in Sugar City. Everyone knew him by name, and he practically knew everybody by name. Our hearts are broken, but oh what sweet reunions have been taking place on the other side. Dad would ask us what we had been up to, and after we answered him and talked for a while, he would say…" well, you'd better get back to doing whatever it is you're doing". Dad, it's going to be so hard without you, but we'll try to get back to doing whatever it is we're doing.
As his kids, we want to express our deepest gratitude to everyone who has reached out to us in one way or another, it has been truly appreciated.
Funeral services will be held on Thursday, September 8, 2022, at 11:00 a.m. at the Sugar City gray church. Interment will be at the Sugar City cemetery with military rites.
Harold Harris, 88 of Sugar City, passed away Sunday, September 4, 2022, at home surrounded by his kids and family.
Harold Lee Harris was born on February 15, 1934, in Agawam, Montana, to Vivian Morris Harris and Pontel Garn Harris. He was greeted by two older brothers and an older sister. His parents were there homesteading with family. When Dad was 3, his family moved back to Sugar City, Idaho. Two more brothers and two more sisters came after. Dad grew up in Sugar City. He has many wonderful memories of his growing up years. They lived in several homes around town. He remembers growing up near the old slaughterhouse and the rock house out by the Sugar City cemetery. At one point, his family and the Garn family all lived together in the rock house. He has fond memories of these times.
He attended school in Sugar City and graduated from Sugar-Salem High School where he bled blue as a proud Digger. Dad played football and basketball in high school and loved every minute of it. While in high school, he dated a darling girl named Ganene Brower. The beginning of eternity was started. In 1954 Dad joined the Army. He was eventually stationed in Fort Polk, Louisiana. Dad instilled in us a love of this great country we live in. You won't find anyone as patriotic as him. He loved taking politics with anyone who was willing.
Dad and Mom were married for eternity on January 4, 1956, in the Idaho Falls Temple. They lived in Fort Polk after they were married. Dad said when Layne was close to being born, he sent Mom home on a train because he wasn't going to have his child be born at the Army hospital with 400 other babies. He said he had to beat the stork home, which meant hitchhiking. He said that was so much faster than the train or the bus. He made it for Layne's birth. Dad was honorably discharged, and he was ready to get to work and raise a family. Not quite two years later, Bryan was born. Five years later came Kip, and then 7 1/2 years after that came Nicole. They lived in Sugar City and raised their family there.
Dad was a building contractor by trade. He started out with his dad, then his older brother, Dirk, and then he went into business on his own as Harold L. Harris Construction. You couldn't go too many places in the upper valley that you didn't see a home or business that Dad had built. He was proud of the work he did, and you will never meet anyone who was as honest or trustworthy as him. He loved being a building contractor and using his hands, but he had what he called a "hobby farm", and that was where he loved being the most. He loved spending time there, and he raised his cows. We all had the chance to work with him out there. Every summer we had a ritual of separating and doctoring the cows and calves. Last summer was the last time we got to do this. He sold his cows last fall and his heart was broken. He would drive around just to look at peoples' cow herds. We raised all sorts of animals out there as we were growing up. Dad loved riding horses, and he loved to racehorses. Some of his best memories were going hunting with his buddies on horseback. I'm sure there are plenty of hunting stories going back and forth right now as he has met back up with all of them.
Dad eventually started to slow down a little with his construction business but decided to open a restaurant. Dad's nickname growing up was Ole, pronounced Oh-Lee. We decided that the restaurant needed to be named after him, and Ole's was born. There wasn't a person who came in there that he didn't talk to or know.
Dad's other great love was his cabin. The sign leading down to it says, "Ole's Gulch". If he could have, he would have lived there. He was in his own little bit of heaven. When we were bringing him home from the hospital, he told us that he wished he could go to the cabin one last time and pass away there. He loved nature in all her splendor. He loved getting out to "see the country". Many Sunday drives were taken to just "take in the scenery".
Other additions came to the family in the form of 14 grandkids. Dad was so proud of each one of them and loved them dearly. The next best part of that, these grandkids have given him 24 great-grandkids, with a great granddaughter to be born next week, to bring the count up to 25. They just added to the joy of being called Grandpa.
Dad loved serving with the young men as an explorer advisor in scouts. Every year he took his boys and trust me…they were his and they loved him, on a big camping trip. We would have to break out the slide projector and look at hundreds of slides of fish cooking over an open fire. It was tradition, and we sat there and took it all in. There were slides of scenery and boys enjoying being in the outdoors with their beloved leader. The three boys loved it when they got old enough to go on these big camping trips with Dad.
Dad is survived by his kids, Layne (Melinda) Harris, Bryan (Leticia) Harris, Nicole (Greg) Malstrom, daughter-in-law, Nola Harris, 14 grandkids, and soon to be 25 great-grandkids, as well his brothers, Dirk, Blaine, and Verlyn and his sisters, VeeAnn and Jacque. He was preceded in death by his sweetheart, Ganene Brower Harris, who passed away not quite a year ago on September 18, 2021, his son, Kip Harris, his parents, his brother, Dee Harris, and his two sisters, Bonnie Holman and Cleola Schofield.
Dad will be missed by many. He was the rock of our family and the rock of this community. He was a huge supporter of everything community, and he was a proud Digger. He was an iconic figure in the upper valley, and especially in Sugar City. Everyone knew him by name, and he practically knew everybody by name. Our hearts are broken, but oh what sweet reunions have been taking place on the other side. Dad would ask us what we had been up to, and after we answered him and talked for a while, he would say…" well, you'd better get back to doing whatever it is you're doing". Dad, it's going to be so hard without you, but we'll try to get back to doing whatever it is we're doing.
As his kids, we want to express our deepest gratitude to everyone who has reached out to us in one way or another, it has been truly appreciated.
Funeral services will be held on Thursday, September 8, 2022, at 11:00 a.m. at the Sugar City gray church. Interment will be at the Sugar City cemetery with military rites.
Obituary from flammfh.com:
Harold Harris, 88 of Sugar City, passed away Sunday, September 4, 2022, at home surrounded by his kids and family.
Harold Lee Harris was born on February 15, 1934, in Agawam, Montana, to Vivian Morris Harris and Pontel Garn Harris. He was greeted by two older brothers and an older sister. His parents were there homesteading with family. When Dad was 3, his family moved back to Sugar City, Idaho. Two more brothers and two more sisters came after. Dad grew up in Sugar City. He has many wonderful memories of his growing up years. They lived in several homes around town. He remembers growing up near the old slaughterhouse and the rock house out by the Sugar City cemetery. At one point, his family and the Garn family all lived together in the rock house. He has fond memories of these times.
He attended school in Sugar City and graduated from Sugar-Salem High School where he bled blue as a proud Digger. Dad played football and basketball in high school and loved every minute of it. While in high school, he dated a darling girl named Ganene Brower. The beginning of eternity was started. In 1954 Dad joined the Army. He was eventually stationed in Fort Polk, Louisiana. Dad instilled in us a love of this great country we live in. You won't find anyone as patriotic as him. He loved taking politics with anyone who was willing.
Dad and Mom were married for eternity on January 4, 1956, in the Idaho Falls Temple. They lived in Fort Polk after they were married. Dad said when Layne was close to being born, he sent Mom home on a train because he wasn't going to have his child be born at the Army hospital with 400 other babies. He said he had to beat the stork home, which meant hitchhiking. He said that was so much faster than the train or the bus. He made it for Layne's birth. Dad was honorably discharged, and he was ready to get to work and raise a family. Not quite two years later, Bryan was born. Five years later came Kip, and then 7 1/2 years after that came Nicole. They lived in Sugar City and raised their family there.
Dad was a building contractor by trade. He started out with his dad, then his older brother, Dirk, and then he went into business on his own as Harold L. Harris Construction. You couldn't go too many places in the upper valley that you didn't see a home or business that Dad had built. He was proud of the work he did, and you will never meet anyone who was as honest or trustworthy as him. He loved being a building contractor and using his hands, but he had what he called a "hobby farm", and that was where he loved being the most. He loved spending time there, and he raised his cows. We all had the chance to work with him out there. Every summer we had a ritual of separating and doctoring the cows and calves. Last summer was the last time we got to do this. He sold his cows last fall and his heart was broken. He would drive around just to look at peoples' cow herds. We raised all sorts of animals out there as we were growing up. Dad loved riding horses, and he loved to racehorses. Some of his best memories were going hunting with his buddies on horseback. I'm sure there are plenty of hunting stories going back and forth right now as he has met back up with all of them.
Dad eventually started to slow down a little with his construction business but decided to open a restaurant. Dad's nickname growing up was Ole, pronounced Oh-Lee. We decided that the restaurant needed to be named after him, and Ole's was born. There wasn't a person who came in there that he didn't talk to or know.
Dad's other great love was his cabin. The sign leading down to it says, "Ole's Gulch". If he could have, he would have lived there. He was in his own little bit of heaven. When we were bringing him home from the hospital, he told us that he wished he could go to the cabin one last time and pass away there. He loved nature in all her splendor. He loved getting out to "see the country". Many Sunday drives were taken to just "take in the scenery".
Other additions came to the family in the form of 14 grandkids. Dad was so proud of each one of them and loved them dearly. The next best part of that, these grandkids have given him 24 great-grandkids, with a great granddaughter to be born next week, to bring the count up to 25. They just added to the joy of being called Grandpa.
Dad loved serving with the young men as an explorer advisor in scouts. Every year he took his boys and trust me…they were his and they loved him, on a big camping trip. We would have to break out the slide projector and look at hundreds of slides of fish cooking over an open fire. It was tradition, and we sat there and took it all in. There were slides of scenery and boys enjoying being in the outdoors with their beloved leader. The three boys loved it when they got old enough to go on these big camping trips with Dad.
Dad is survived by his kids, Layne (Melinda) Harris, Bryan (Leticia) Harris, Nicole (Greg) Malstrom, daughter-in-law, Nola Harris, 14 grandkids, and soon to be 25 great-grandkids, as well his brothers, Dirk, Blaine, and Verlyn and his sisters, VeeAnn and Jacque. He was preceded in death by his sweetheart, Ganene Brower Harris, who passed away not quite a year ago on September 18, 2021, his son, Kip Harris, his parents, his brother, Dee Harris, and his two sisters, Bonnie Holman and Cleola Schofield.
Dad will be missed by many. He was the rock of our family and the rock of this community. He was a huge supporter of everything community, and he was a proud Digger. He was an iconic figure in the upper valley, and especially in Sugar City. Everyone knew him by name, and he practically knew everybody by name. Our hearts are broken, but oh what sweet reunions have been taking place on the other side. Dad would ask us what we had been up to, and after we answered him and talked for a while, he would say…" well, you'd better get back to doing whatever it is you're doing". Dad, it's going to be so hard without you, but we'll try to get back to doing whatever it is we're doing.
As his kids, we want to express our deepest gratitude to everyone who has reached out to us in one way or another, it has been truly appreciated.
Funeral services will be held on Thursday, September 8, 2022, at 11:00 a.m. at the Sugar City gray church. Interment will be at the Sugar City cemetery with military rites.
Harold Harris, 88 of Sugar City, passed away Sunday, September 4, 2022, at home surrounded by his kids and family.
Harold Lee Harris was born on February 15, 1934, in Agawam, Montana, to Vivian Morris Harris and Pontel Garn Harris. He was greeted by two older brothers and an older sister. His parents were there homesteading with family. When Dad was 3, his family moved back to Sugar City, Idaho. Two more brothers and two more sisters came after. Dad grew up in Sugar City. He has many wonderful memories of his growing up years. They lived in several homes around town. He remembers growing up near the old slaughterhouse and the rock house out by the Sugar City cemetery. At one point, his family and the Garn family all lived together in the rock house. He has fond memories of these times.
He attended school in Sugar City and graduated from Sugar-Salem High School where he bled blue as a proud Digger. Dad played football and basketball in high school and loved every minute of it. While in high school, he dated a darling girl named Ganene Brower. The beginning of eternity was started. In 1954 Dad joined the Army. He was eventually stationed in Fort Polk, Louisiana. Dad instilled in us a love of this great country we live in. You won't find anyone as patriotic as him. He loved taking politics with anyone who was willing.
Dad and Mom were married for eternity on January 4, 1956, in the Idaho Falls Temple. They lived in Fort Polk after they were married. Dad said when Layne was close to being born, he sent Mom home on a train because he wasn't going to have his child be born at the Army hospital with 400 other babies. He said he had to beat the stork home, which meant hitchhiking. He said that was so much faster than the train or the bus. He made it for Layne's birth. Dad was honorably discharged, and he was ready to get to work and raise a family. Not quite two years later, Bryan was born. Five years later came Kip, and then 7 1/2 years after that came Nicole. They lived in Sugar City and raised their family there.
Dad was a building contractor by trade. He started out with his dad, then his older brother, Dirk, and then he went into business on his own as Harold L. Harris Construction. You couldn't go too many places in the upper valley that you didn't see a home or business that Dad had built. He was proud of the work he did, and you will never meet anyone who was as honest or trustworthy as him. He loved being a building contractor and using his hands, but he had what he called a "hobby farm", and that was where he loved being the most. He loved spending time there, and he raised his cows. We all had the chance to work with him out there. Every summer we had a ritual of separating and doctoring the cows and calves. Last summer was the last time we got to do this. He sold his cows last fall and his heart was broken. He would drive around just to look at peoples' cow herds. We raised all sorts of animals out there as we were growing up. Dad loved riding horses, and he loved to racehorses. Some of his best memories were going hunting with his buddies on horseback. I'm sure there are plenty of hunting stories going back and forth right now as he has met back up with all of them.
Dad eventually started to slow down a little with his construction business but decided to open a restaurant. Dad's nickname growing up was Ole, pronounced Oh-Lee. We decided that the restaurant needed to be named after him, and Ole's was born. There wasn't a person who came in there that he didn't talk to or know.
Dad's other great love was his cabin. The sign leading down to it says, "Ole's Gulch". If he could have, he would have lived there. He was in his own little bit of heaven. When we were bringing him home from the hospital, he told us that he wished he could go to the cabin one last time and pass away there. He loved nature in all her splendor. He loved getting out to "see the country". Many Sunday drives were taken to just "take in the scenery".
Other additions came to the family in the form of 14 grandkids. Dad was so proud of each one of them and loved them dearly. The next best part of that, these grandkids have given him 24 great-grandkids, with a great granddaughter to be born next week, to bring the count up to 25. They just added to the joy of being called Grandpa.
Dad loved serving with the young men as an explorer advisor in scouts. Every year he took his boys and trust me…they were his and they loved him, on a big camping trip. We would have to break out the slide projector and look at hundreds of slides of fish cooking over an open fire. It was tradition, and we sat there and took it all in. There were slides of scenery and boys enjoying being in the outdoors with their beloved leader. The three boys loved it when they got old enough to go on these big camping trips with Dad.
Dad is survived by his kids, Layne (Melinda) Harris, Bryan (Leticia) Harris, Nicole (Greg) Malstrom, daughter-in-law, Nola Harris, 14 grandkids, and soon to be 25 great-grandkids, as well his brothers, Dirk, Blaine, and Verlyn and his sisters, VeeAnn and Jacque. He was preceded in death by his sweetheart, Ganene Brower Harris, who passed away not quite a year ago on September 18, 2021, his son, Kip Harris, his parents, his brother, Dee Harris, and his two sisters, Bonnie Holman and Cleola Schofield.
Dad will be missed by many. He was the rock of our family and the rock of this community. He was a huge supporter of everything community, and he was a proud Digger. He was an iconic figure in the upper valley, and especially in Sugar City. Everyone knew him by name, and he practically knew everybody by name. Our hearts are broken, but oh what sweet reunions have been taking place on the other side. Dad would ask us what we had been up to, and after we answered him and talked for a while, he would say…" well, you'd better get back to doing whatever it is you're doing". Dad, it's going to be so hard without you, but we'll try to get back to doing whatever it is we're doing.
As his kids, we want to express our deepest gratitude to everyone who has reached out to us in one way or another, it has been truly appreciated.
Funeral services will be held on Thursday, September 8, 2022, at 11:00 a.m. at the Sugar City gray church. Interment will be at the Sugar City cemetery with military rites.
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