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In Memory of John E. Harris

John E. Harris age 89

He strove to live each day with joy.

A lover of people. Passionate learner, musical explorer, creator of songs.

A visionary in land development – embracing the natural landscape of Abiquiu Lake.

Veteran of the Korean War.

He achieved numerous degrees. Most special to him was a Masters in music education and a Doctorate in Education at the University of Colorado

On December 7th, 2020, John died at home in Hudson, Wisconsin surrounded in love by his family.

He is preceded in death by his parents; Dewey and Helen, his sister and brother; Margaret and George, and his beloved dog Sienna.

He is survived by his five children, Laureen, Chris(Dawn), Tess(Darin), Celeste(Michael) and Cathryn, 14 grandchildren, 3 step-grandchildren, 4 great-grandchildren and countless friends.

In lieu of flowers donations to the Ghost Ranch or Monastery of Christ in the Desert.

A Celebration of Life for John will be held at a later date, when all can safely come together again.

A veritable force in life, we shall miss him.

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    • John Harris has had a special place in my heart since the first day we met. Big smile, warm greeting, high energy under that ball cap, he emerged from his trailer to welcome me and my friend, Charlotte, into his pickup truck to explore NM real estate. After a somewhat hair-raising, white-knuckle ride through the beauty of Rio Arriba County, and several years, that day eventually brought to a happy end our long search for home sites in a place we loved.

      It is hard to adequately pay tribute to John. First of all, he was an amazing and incredibly kind man and wonderful friend. But he was also a delightful companion who brought love, music, humor, an unquenchable spirit to every encounter. For me, especially, he provided a role model of how to live a joyful and open-hearted life.
      I felt privileged to know John and to be comforted and encouraged by knowing he recognized and appreciated who I really was. We shared the world and never ran out of things to talk about.

      I will miss John always, but never stop loving him and holding him in my heart as a treasured and deeply loved friend. My friends who took such good care of him, his daughter Tess and her husband Darin, have suffered a great loss and I am holding them in my heart as well.

    • John Harris, our close friend and neighbor for 20 years was a man of many talents. He was a true Irishman, a wonderful storyteller, an educator and a real estate developer, but most of all he was a musician. He taught music, wrote music, sang and played music. John, we know you are making music in heaven. We miss you and will be toasting your memory on New Years.
      Thank you for all you gave us.
      Carlotta and Gentleman Jim

    • Tribute to my dad
      Pop you were my hero when I was a little girl. Since then I have learned so much from you, especially in the last ten years. You fought against all odds to dreams fulfilled. Some soared, some failed but you left the field in victory giving it your all.
      You lived life to its fullest with openness, curiosity and joy and have left a rich legacy in your wake. It has come full circle and I realize that you will always be my hero. I am so proud you are my dad.
      I love you and miss you
      Love,
      Tess

      Bond and Free – Robert Frost

      Love has earth to which she clings
      With hills and circling arms about—
      Wall within wall to shut fear out.
      But Thought has need of no such things,
      For Thought has a pair of dauntless wings.

      On snow and sand and turf, I see
      Where Love has left a printed trace
      With straining in the world’s embrace.
      And such is Love and glad to be.
      But Thought has shaken his ankles free.

      Thought cleaves the interstellar gloom
      And sits in Sirius’ disc all night,
      Till day makes him retrace his flight,
      With smell of burning on every plume,
      Back past the sun to an earthly room.

      His gains in heaven are what they are.
      Yet some say Love by being thrall
      And simply staying possesses all
      In several beauty that Thought fares far
      To find fused in another star.