Annie Harris Bolden-Jones

Mt. Pero Baptist Church Cemetery

        Annie Harris Bolden-Jones, daughter of the late Reverend Mitchell Harris and Annie L. Harris Taylor, was born on June 1, 1911 in Powhatan County, VA and died on May 8, 2007 at Johnston-Willis Hospital in Richmond, VA. She was predeceased by her two husbands, Deacon Herford Bolden and Harrison Jones; four brothers and three sisters.

        At an early age, she was converted, baptized and joined Mt. Pero Baptist Church where she remained faithful until death. After marrying Herford, they left Richmond and went to New York to work. While in New York, they both united with Grace Baptist Church in Mount Vernon under the pastorship of Reverend Shelton Dole. Herford served on the deacons ministry and she served on the deaconess ministry and the flower committee of the church - but they still supported Mt. Pero. After the death of her husband, Herford Bolden, she returned to Powhatan where she later married Harrison Jones.

        Annie became active in her church and community. She served as "Mother of the Church", on the deaconess ministry, missionary ministry and supported the church school. She loved her church, her church family and friends. God blessed her with longevity and she was a blessing to many more.

        She leaves to cherish her fond memories a sister, Reverend Lillie Tyler, three nephews, one devoted Ernest Hobson, Bernard Moody and James Brown; four nieces, Phyllis Rogers, Brooklyn, NY, Vickie Walton, Horsehead, NY, Dorothy Moody and Ann Harris of New York; a devoted godson, Herbert Brown; sister-in-law, Naomi Harris of New York; devoted first cousin, Queen Walker, and other relatives and friends. Among them are Mable and Donald Hall, Mt. Vernon, NY, Juanita Clemons, Washington, DC, Ann Oliver, Elizabeth Burn, and Harvey and Bertha Michaux all of Richmond, VA, Mary Smith and family, Charlotte Mayo and family, Margaret Wright and Florine and Paul Bell.


Oh to catch the wings of flight
And soar where eagles go
To leave the woes of troubled souls
Behind me far below
I'd listen to the songs of birds
And sail in endless flight
Then chase the sun through cloudy paths
And play with stars at night.
The boundless heavens for my home
The breeze to lift me high
To rise above my mortal bounds
And never have to die.
Knowing I had found the way
The trail where angels trod
And when my wings could fly no more
I'd take the hand of God.

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