Lawson Edward Harris
Mt. Zion Baptist Church Cemetery
Our loved one, Lawson Edward Harris entered eternal rest on Sunday, December 5, 1999. He was born April 26, 1910 in Powhatan, Virginia.
He was married to Blanche V. Harris for 63 years until her death in 1998. She was the love of his life.
He joined Mt. Zion Baptist Church at an early age. He loved his church and supported it. Lawson served as an usher for many years until his health began to fail.
Our father was a wonderful, caring father, grandfather, great-grandfather, brother, uncle, relative and friend to all.
He leaves to cherish his memory his devoted children, Mrs. Faye B. Benton of McKinney, Texas and Mrs. Mischelle B. Bolling of Powhatan, Va. and Edward L. Harris, Jr. of Richmond, Va.; two granddaughters, Stephanie F. Harris and Toni D. Harris; four grandsons, Kurt L. Bolling, Scott L. P. Bolling, Kevin Hobson, and Brian W. Hobson; three great-grandchildren, Jessica, Whitney and Brian C.; six sisters, Ethel Delaney and Alma Morris of Powhatan, Va., Minnie Clark of Montclair, NJ, Ruth Ester Witter of Palative Bridge, NY., Blanche Jones of Orange, NJ., and Eunice Stout of Richmond, Va.; three brothers, Robert L. Harris and Warren H. Harris of Powhatan and Calvin Harris of Montclair, NJ; a daughter-in-law, Mrs. Diana G. Harris; a devoted son-in-law, Mr. Wilbert L. Bolling; three sisters-in-law; one brother-in-law; two devoted family members, Vivian Hicks and William Wiley; other devoted nieces, nephews, other relatives and friends.
sunshine, of perpetual joy; of constant love.
Eighty-nine years of happy smiles, of loving looks and
gentle words, of generous deeds.
Eighty-nine years a flower, a palm, a star, a caring
person, a loving man, father, grandfather,
great-grandfather, brother and uncle.
The House of Clay
Please kindly and gently lay it away,
And let me rest from this life of pain,
Toiling in sunshine, storms, and rain,
Trying to help the sick and poor,
And turning no needy from my door.
I have started to do my Master's work.
Never a duty did I shirk;
Many times I was misunderstood
When I have done the best I could.
I am tried now, so let me rest.
Don't cry, don't you know God knows best?
Don't weep for me for I am not dead,
I have another house you know,
Where God's redeemed can go;
I do not need this house of clay,
So tenderly, carefully lay it away.
for remembering us kindly through your prayers,
cards, flowers and other acts of kindness.
May God bless you all.