ARCHER, MARTHA H. (MARTHA AMELIA SOURS, MARTHA YOUNG, MARTHA HARRIS) 91, passed away Wednesday, July 4, 2018. Martha was a lover of life, a life-long Episcopal, a proud Educator, a passionate raconteur, a true giver, a compassionate and loyal friend and a blessing to everyone she ever met. Her brothers and sisters, family and friends meant everything to her, but most of all, she loved her children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren and her beloved nieces and nephews who were such an integral part of her life. Martha never met a stranger, and everyone who was blessed to pass her way soon found a kindred spirit, a concerned companion and a devoted friend, and in turn loved her for her effervescent beauty and enduring grace. Her smile, sincerity and personality were magnetic, drawing you in to share in her joy and vibrant spirit. Her sense of history profound, her love of family deep, her care and concern immediate, and her stories contagious, making everyone around her instantly feel as if they had always been part of her immediate family or at the very least a long lost and beloved friend. Martha was a woman of great beauty, strength, compassion, wisdom and grace, and to the very end was actively involved: supporting her children and grandchildren, sharing her keen insight with everyone she met, conveying a deeper understanding and loving support to family members and always seeing the very best in everyone she met. Over her many years, Martha cherished being a mother, wife, grandmother, great-grandmother, aunt and friend. She loved children, black-eyed susan’s, orchids and nature, collecting (almost anything), sewing, and was especially proud to be a public school teacher. During the Civil Rights movement Martha was one of the first teachers in the city of Richmond to volunteer to teach in a minority school and following retirement, actually substituted into her late seventies. She loved to travel, especially on family visits and to the beach and spoke fondly and often of each, she loved her God, the Episcopal Church, the Moose, the Masonic Order and with her mother was a member of the Eastern Star. She cared deeply for Longwood (where she graduated), UVA, ASU, VCU, American, Forest Creek, the Redskins, Robert Service, Tennyson, Robert Frost and “The Road Not Taken,” tennis, politics and every sport, activity, dance, song, play, writing, book or movie that any of her loved ones were engaged in. Martha will be missed beyond words and is survived by her children, Thomas (and Rebecca) Harris, Cherie Bertozzi and Hope Bellgren; her beloved grandchildren: Amelia, Alexzander and Aaron Bellgren, Bren Bertozzi, Corinne, Ariel and Ian (and Fariha) Harris, Camille (and Dominik) Kosna, Tyler (and Kadie) Charles; great-grandchildren Kayleigh, Vivian, Nicholas and Kimber; her brother Ben Sours; her nieces and nephews, Martha, Carmen, David, Esther, Anne, Beth, Ed, Martha K, Paul, Grey, John, Susan, Mickie, Connie, Ruth Anne, Mary, Bonnie, Scott, Bud and their respective families; Glen, Mary Catherine and “her” special children (Pete, Mark, Skip, Millicent, John, Stuart, Pat, Cheri, Debbie, Linda, Lana, Madison, Jordan and Star) as well as, her devoted friends, Winnie, Dottie, Sarah, Barbara, Carol, Mike, Renee, Mike, Cindy, Ruby, Muriel and Carolyn.
She was preceded in death by sisters, Esther Allen Sours, Mary Francis Kearns, Katherine Moeschler and brothers, Charles Gray Sours, William M. Sours and James Sours and Spouses, John W. Harris, James Young, and Harold G. Archer, Jr.
Relatives and friends are invited to a Memorial Service on Saturday July 21st from 2:00 to 4:00 PM at Affinity Funeral Service, 2720 Enterprise Parkway (near the intersection of Broad Street and Parham Road) Richmond, Virginia and Sunday, August 26th at 2 PM at Emmanuel Episcopal Church, 66 North Main Street, Chatham, Virginia 24531. Interment will follow.
The family extends their sincere appreciation to the Doctors and nurses who cared for her and to the medical staff at Johnston Willis Hospital for their efforts and concern. In memory of our beloved mother, memorial contributions may be given to SHRINERS HOSPITALS FOR CHILDREN 2900 Rocky Point Drive; Tampa Florida 33607 US 844-739-0849
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My Mama was,and will always be, my dearest friend,and greatest teacher. She was the kindest,smartest,and most beautiful soul I have ever known. She was never bitter,despite so many reasons to be. She always said,"Hope,I know it's hard sometimes,but I want you to put a smile on your face,stand up,tall,you can do it,because you're my girl" Her love was unwavering,her compassion boundless. She believed in forgiveness, starting fresh,and she held no grudges..that's because she loved,and believed in people.She made it her life's work to help others be the best they could be...she was a true humanitarian. I will never be the same without her constant,pure love,and(much needed)guidance.And I will continue to try my best to live by,and to share with others(especially children)the many lessons she taught me. Wow,how lucky I am! What a blessing to have even known her!
I love you,Mama♡
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Over the past few years I have been blessed to share time and thoughts with Mom and one of "our" things were long discussions on the nature of our current politics ... especially a president that does not in any way reflect those values and ideals that she so readily shared with all she met. Over time these discussions (with hours of CNN/FOX/MSNBC et. al.) gave way to my writing my critiques on the Trump Administration and in so doing I would inevitably reflect on one (or many) of those life values she inundated me with over my lifetime. To this end I would like to share the family story part of a story I wrote on being raised as a Redskin and my conversion to the Cowboys (saving any admirer of the President the indignity of my (and mom's politics)!
GIT ALONG LITTLE DOGIE!
(Or how a diehard Redskin fan became a Cowboy and then not!)
November 15, 2017
I have been truly blessed in my life and most certainly one of my greatest blessings has been my wonderful mother who at ninety-one remains mentally sharp, relatively happy, most certainly loving, independent and universally admired by her family, friends and the many students that she positively impacted over her thirty plus years as a public school teacher. Of course she also remains the indispensible matriarch of our family and now that I am retired I have been further blessed to be able to spend time with her … and occasionally to actually assist her in her daily life … and yesterday was one of those rare moments!
To this end, I was both humbled and honored when out of the blue Mom asked me if I wouldn’t mind taking her to get her groceries, a task hitherto exclusively reserved for my youngest daughter … even after she left for the University of Virginia. Quickly reverting to the command and control mode that served me so well over my twenty-five years as a CAO (Chief Administrative Officer) in Local Government, not to mention the position that any self respecting “southern gentleman” would maintain, I saw this mission simply as a strategic strike, in and out … me providing labor and finance while Mom accompanied me, pointing to her needs as we deftly maneuvered through the grocery aisles … and then quickly on to the rest of my daily tasks. Now I don’t necessarily like being seen as a braggart but the fact of the matter is that the mission went precisely as I planned … initially, as Mom and I completed the gathering of goods in record time … but almost immediately thereafter, and much to my chagrin … the bottom completely fell out!
I had just paid the cashier and being proud of what was clearly my still highly effective planning skills and obvious program efficiency was cheerfully headed to the exit when a most uncomfortable feeling washed over me and like my grandmother “Mammy” who actually had, and often shared in real time, verifiable premonitions I intuitively sensed that something wasn’t quite right. Looking around I soon found the nexus of the problem when I realized that Mom had gone out ahead of me and had proceeded across the parking lot. Trying to calm my elevated sense of dread, I then noticed that my dear mother had spotted the occupants of the Dodge van that had just parked next to us … and more importantly, like a moth to a flame, she was zeroed in on an elderly and stately looking African American woman in a Washington Redskin sweatshirt.
Now it’s common knowledge in my family that absolutely no one is a stranger to Mom and for simplicity’s sake, let’s just say that two laws of nature were unequivocally going to unfold within the next few seconds right there in the Wal-Mart parking lot: first one unsuspecting Redskin fan was about to meet her new best friend and secondly my day was most assuredly going to become a “bit” longer than originally expected! True to form, Mom took off like superman and faster than a speeding bullet the introductions were completed and Mom was totally engaged with her new pal in not only their mutual love of all things Redskin but Mom’s career, her health, her children and every other issue that crossed her mind!
Of course, knowing which battles to fight has always been an essential part of being a successful County, City or Town Manager, or as our friend Falstaff would say, “discretion being the better part of valor,” I quickly regained my composure, took a deep breath and congratulated myself for getting Mom back into rehab to help with her balance and coordination. Yes I was a proud son that day standing there in the doorway literally slack-jawed as I watched my 91 year old mother streaking across that parking lot with all the beauty, poise and grace of a young Peggy Fleming and in all honesty the great Lenny Moore himself could not have possibly displayed more athletic prowess as she juked and jived her way around a collection of abandoned shopping carts and a racetrack full of speeding vans and assorted vehicles while Baryshnikov like she effortlessly vaulted over … and instinctively avoided an assortment of bottles, cans and speed bumps … oh yes Mom’s rehab was clearly working! Then with all the dignity that I could muster and being the good son that I aspire to be, I proceeded to the car, unloaded the groceries, returned the shopping cart and hastily visited the scene of the “meeting” in an effort to “save” one more helpless victim who had unknowingly and innocently fallen under the spell of not only a truly loving and caring person but nothing less than a professional conversationalist … my Mom!
As I approached, feeling enormous empathy for what I was convinced would be Mom’s “deer in the headlight” parking lot partner I quickly determined that I would need to cleverly, yet carefully, intercede on the victims behalf and timidly drew near the two women who were by now in an animated exchange when to my shock and surprise, I was lovingly told to “take good care of this angel … she has a good heart … I know these things and I can feel it!” Now I am sure a lesser man would have been either emotionally overwhelmed or perhaps would have fallen into a catatonic state … but not yours truly … no way! The truth of the matter is that this is a common occurrence with my mother because she is in fact a special woman who has this super and long standing power to instantaneously bond with virtually anyone in a very real and special way!
So after sharing an exchange of pleasantries and then saying our heartfelt goodbyes, I assured the newest member of the “we love Mom team” that I would take care of her to the best of my abilities and was once again left to ponder both the uncanny ability of my mother to assure the world (or at least everyone she has ever met) that there is no such thing as a stranger and to further reflect on her seventy-five plus year love affair with the Washington Redskins! Of course, as I reflected on what had just occurred I could not have been any prouder of Mom and her unique and extraordinary ability to bond with people or with her undying loyalty to the “Skins” and the values, principles, human care and happy times that she has brought me, my sisters and our family over these many years!
So as I proudly drove my mother home it didn’t take long before my mind faded to happier memories and I was soon reliving … just like it was yesterday, Mom scurrying around our little apartment dusting furniture, washing clothes and finishing up the lunch dishes as our old RCA television blasted out “Hail to the Redskins.” Now I’m not absolutely sure but looking back I have a sneaky suspicion that the real reason that regardless of either my parent’s current financial situation or the outside temperatures our television was always just loud enough and our front door was always open just wide enough to make sure that even through our helmets and the heat of the game we clearly heard the pre-game hype as it reverberated off the surrounding apartments and spread like wildfire across the little sidewalk rimmed field in our front yard where we younger kids played our weekly football game. Yes I am pretty sure that Mom in her best and most diabolical way used the pageantry of the impending Redskin game to intentionally peek our interest to insure that her first born was both safe and secure and that she could easily keep her eye on me. The result of her efforts was that we became ever so conditioned to unknowingly bend to her will and consequently even if we were in the middle of a hotly contested clash for that weeks neighborhood bragging rights … the music and pre-game analysis always provided just the right incentive for each and every one of us NFL wannabe’s to helplessly surrender any desire to continue … so that no matter who was winning … for some inexplicable (to us at the time) reason … our game inevitably succumbed to the excitement of the upcoming Redskin’s game! So in short, Mom constantly got her way and her baby boy, inspite of himself, spent most of the day under her loving tutelage, together watching our beloved Washington Redskins!
Oh yeah looking back I am now absolutely sure that each Sunday during the National Football League season Mom played the fox to our chickens as she clearly … though in retrospect really quite cleverly and subtly reeled us in one by one to an extended halftime which inevitably resulted in the game ball simply being left on the spot of the last play so that ten to twelve young boys (and occasionally Brenda … the toughest girl in the apartment complex) could blindly race to the Harris’s living room, fighting every step of the way elbowing and jockeying for the best seat until we finally closed quarters and huddled around that old TV so that we could get our weekly shot of adrenaline and see “in living black and white” the mighty Redskins.
Of course I hope that you can clearly see by now that watching the game or where it would be viewed was never in doubt as it could only be at the “Harris house” … not because we had the best TV … we didn’t, or that Mom personally welcomed each of “her” kids … even though she did, or because my Dad was actually a High School football coach, or even because Mom, invariably, had a little treat for each of us … but simply because (and Dad himself would attest to it!) … I had the greatest Redskin historian and team statistician in the history of mankind as my very own mother! Oh yes, Mom could tell you every players height, weight, college and seasonal and career statistic … and if pressed she would seamlessly proceed with each hometown, name of their significant other, the first and middle name of every offspring and the high school and collegiate grade point average of what seemed like every single Redskin player or coach … EVER … without missing a single beat! In fact if you were willing to listen … Mom would without hesitation effortlessly, emphatically and most entertainingly highlight the strengths and weaknesses along with the virtues and limitations of every last member of the latest rendition of her much loved “Skin’s!”
With the stealth of a B-2 bomber and the focus of a junkyard dog, she would swiftly transition into her “teacher mode” and combined with the exuberance of a five year old in a candy shop present us with a poignant Redskin or NFL story or even more impressively … the stats on any player or coach mentioned. While it could be most intimidating to the newer members of the SASFL (Suburban Apartments Sunday Football League) gang it was truly a spectacle for us veterans … as my mother easily shared vital statistics on our favorite football team and a litany of players ranging from lesser known’s like Gene Brito, Vic Janowicz or Lavern Torgeson to such favorites as Charlie “Choo – Choo” Justice, (a University of North Carolina star that was Mom and Dad’s absolute favorite) to Redskin greats like Linebacker Chuck Drazenovich, Guard Dick Stanfel, Running Back Dick James and the only man alive that could compete with my Dad for my loyalty - the one, the only, the incomparable Eddie LeBaron, Redskin Quarterback from 1952-1953 and 1955-1959.
Those were exciting times for each of us as Preston Marshall (owner) built his Redskin franchise into a television staple and the pride of the South and by 1960 (albeit unknowingly and thanks to the greatest of all Redskin fans … my Mom), I had technically been a Washington fan for all of my life and consciously for at least five years, so as me, Mom and the rest of the SASFL prepared for the impending season it should not come as a shock when I say my football world was in “panic mode” when in the fall of 1960 we unexpectedly found out that there would be competition in the south for NFL loyalty as the Dallas Cowboys would become a National Football League expansion team and more troubling to me … Tex Schramm (Cowboy owner) had determined that Eddie LeBaron was to be their starting quarterback! Of course today this would be virtually impossible, but given the rareness of a major sports league expansion before the 60’s and both the obvious business like nature of professional sports today where teams trade and exchange players as regularly as restroom trips at a Fraternity keg party combined with the technological advances and instant communications resulting from millions of cell phones, text messages, emails and twitter accounts being as prevalent as the common cold even a ten year old sports-aholic and technology neophyte like myself could never be as blindsided as I was on that bleak day … but you have to remember that back in the “dark-ages” when I was growing up, kids had better things to do … we actually spent every available waking moment on the playing field savoring the great outdoors … while doing our best impressions of our individual “season appropriate” sports hero!
So with my loyalties being tested as a result of the Cowboys trading two 1961 draft picks, in order to convince my then retired hero … Edward Wayne LeBaron, Jr. to join the fledgling Cowboy organization I had a life altering decision to make … or to put it in layman terms as Joe Strummer of the English punk band the Clash (the only band that matters) so convincingly asked “should I stay or should I go!” I chose to go because with apologies to none … I loved Eddie LeBaron … as an undersized player myself I was totally enamored by the five foot seven water bug who game after game managed to reign havoc on opposing teams and was a pro-bowler to boot. Yeah boy … I idolized Eddie … he was simply my man … and the Dallas Cowboys henceforth and forever were “my team!”
Now one may think that this tear in the sports fabric of my family would have had catastrophic effects on Mom … but my mother was way above such pettiness and I knew without a doubt that she loved me dearly when she simply chose to ignore the fact that her son had had a momentary lapse of reason, thus becoming the head cheerleader for the Redskin’s “arch-enemy!” My Mom’s answer was to convey an air of aloofness, professing that none of my childlike behaviors (in addition to “the betrayal” surrounding Eddie and the Redskins … I had by now also confessed that I never really liked “Burgundy and Gold” … especially a gold that looked more like dirty mustard!) was reason enough to abandon her baby boy … whom she was absolutely sure would soon be back under her direction. As such she barely lifted an eyebrow, remaining cool, calm and collected as she focused on more noteworthy matters like committing to memory the stats on the latest additions to the 1960 Skins and more importantly making sure that every member of the SASFL unequivocally knew that this was one proud and independent lady who was remaining as loyal as a mother hen to her beloved Redskins … and expected each and every one of them to do exactly the same!
Of course the rivalry … if one could actually call it a rivalry in those early years because it was so one sided, further substantiated by the fact that Eddie, after a two year stint at quarterback was gone, Mom was even more convinced that I would surely rejoin the foal! Of course it was not to be because there was no way to salve my wounded ten year old pride as (quite frankly) I can still bristle at the mere mention of Preston Marshall’s ultimate betrayal … not to mention the fact that the great Tom Landry soon had the Cowboys owning the Redskins! Yes indeed it didn’t take long and I was soon enjoying the baiting and teasing of both Mom and those remaining skin junkies, as well as, the singular joy of being the only Cowboy fan in the neighborhood!
Tex, Tom and Dallas management had hit the road running and in retrospect seemed to almost instantaneously produce a winner as they immediately brought in certifiable celebrities, if not genuine stars! I guess the best way to fully comprehend the results of their efforts was most succinctly put in the immortal words of that coaching icon Jimmy Johnson “how ‘bout dem boys?”
I am pleased to say that the end result of their efforts was that for the past 55 plus years I have remained not only a loyal and rabid Dallas Cowboy fan but am unendingly excited about the coming season assured that “dem boys” will be of championship caliber, after-all who hasn’t heard of a litany of Cowboy greats including “Dandy Don” Meredith, “Bullet Bob” Hayes, “Roger the Dodger” Staubach, Thomas “Hollywood” Henderson, “Neon Dion” Sanders, “Touchdown” Tony Dorsett, Daryl “Moose” Johnston, Randy “The Manster” White, Ed “Too Tall” Jones, Calvin Hill, Jethro Pugh, the incomparable Emmitt Smith, Michael Irvine, Bob Lilly, Troy Aikman, Leroy Jordan … and of course the aforementioned coaching legends Tom Landry and Jimmy Johnson …just to mention a few! Besides … and I say this with real pride, Danny White’s sister babysat my two oldest children when we lived in Phoenix! And finally, I have stayed loyal through the crushing defeat in the ice bowl and coped with every other loss (especially those three Super Bowls!) without abandoning ship, just as I have exalted in the five Super Bowl victories! Heck yeah … always and forever a Cowboy … that’s my motto!
Yeah boy, if there ever was a poster child for winners … that’s my Cowboys, they have always had glitz, glamour, the loyalty of millions and all the charisma of … well all the charisma of “America’s Team” … which they are! I know I am just an aging football fan that has been incredibly comfortable and secure with where my team has been going … primarily because since 1960 we have been doing nothing but going up … and fifty plus years of continued success is always enough for any loyalist … especially us Cowboy fans. Check it out … we have a certifiably historic past and now we have a new stadium, Dak, Dez, Zeke, both Jasons, an owner who is willing to spend money and a boatload of talent … and in return Dallas has had for 57 years a now 67 year old and ever loyal veteran fan ...
Submitted by Tom Harris on Jul 15 2018 12:40:14 PM
Rodney Rd was a great street to grow up on because it was anchored at one end by my Mom , Dottie, and the other end Mrs Harris (as she will always be to me) my other Mom. I don't think I ever even knocked on the door to go in , I was always welcomed. She was a working mother and would be tired when she came home, but always took time to give me a hug and life lessons. She taught me how to sew, cook and value myself, which i never forgot. Once Cherie and I climbed the big tree behind the house and the neighbor across the street called our Moms to report us. I think all we got was a hug, that wonderful laugh and "you know better " look. Thank you for being a beautiful, sweet and loving mentor to me Mrs. Harris. Love you.
Submitted by Millie Stockdon Steenburgh on Jul 15 2018 11:05:55 AM
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I loved her like she was my own grandmother. I even would call her grandma. My dad loved seeing her and he thought she was the sweetest lady to ever grace his presence. My grandmother loved her and always asked about her. My whole family knew of how amazing she was. Every time I would come see her with her granddaughter, Ariel, she would tell me, “You have your kids, then you have your kids by choice, and honey you are part of my family.” She meant so much to me, I loved listening to her tell me about how the world was years ago. Her stories never failed to entertain. She will be greatly missed, not just by me, her extended family, but by everyone she touched. She was truly an angel on earth and now she’s an angel in heaven.
Submitted by Jordan Giddens on Jul 15 2018 08:18:23 AM
My grandma was, is, and always will be, my best friend. There was never a second where she was not with me, physically, spiritually, or mentally telling me "sweetie, I can't tell you what to do, I don't run your life, but do what you gotta do." She was my biggest supporter, president of my fan club, dream catcher, dream team, team captain. She was the yin to my yang and the ebb to my flow. From the time of my inception, she has been by my side. I have so many memories I could go on and on for days and I would love to, but anyone reading this probably has things to attend to (as do I), but I think my favorite is when I was three years old and she came to visit me when we lived in King George, she took me to Mcdonald's for breakfast (hot cakes were my favorite) & she let me get ice cream after ... but we didn't tell dad that. She then took me to the library and checked my out a few books and then we found a park and I just ran. She always encouraged me to run and be active and have fun. I skipped around a fountain and said "Grandma, it's like I'm in the wizard of oz!" There was brick around the fountain... As I got older, more memories were created. She moved in with my father and me, we moved in with her, and then we moved to Amelia and I have spent every summer, every free weekend, every break from school with her up until Spring Break of this year (my second year of college). I'll always hold the late night frosty trips (chocolate frosties were her favorite), Denny's at 12am where we would order the same exact thing, her teaching me how to drive, how to take care of myself, a house, and everything in between. She was undoubtedly the light of my life and we always walked beside each other, supporting each other, holding each other up. I always said she was my angel and now she is truly flying. I love you, grandma, and I will continue to carry you in my heart, my mind, and in my life with every word, lesson, and ounce of love you gave me.
Submitted by Ariel Harris on Jul 14 2018 09:41:25 PM
This has been an incredibly difficult and painful week or so ... and it may seem a bit unusual to share a story from mama but I would like to do just that since it was one of the few stories that we were fortunate enough to have from mom written by mom as we worked on her "computer skills" Please take the time to read - and enjoy!
GOD SPEAKS TO US IN MANY WAYS. I HAVE ALWAYS SENT HIM AND JESUS PRAYERS AND FELT THEIR LOVING CARE IN RETURN; THEY HAVE HELPED ME THROUGH MANY HARD TIMES IN MY LIFE BY GUIDING ME OR SENDING ME SOMEONE TO EASE MY PAIN OR SUFFERING.
WHEN I FELL ON THE SIDEWALK NEAR MY APARTMENT I HAD STEPPED OUT OF THE STREET TO NOT HAVE A CAR HIT ME BUT I DID NOT LIFT MY FOOT HIGH ENOUGH AND TRIPPED ON THE CURB. I HIT MY HEAD, MY NOSE, MY CHIN, MY ARMS WERE PITTED WITH SCRAPES AND BRUISES AND MY KNEES STARTED TO SWELL. I HURT ALL OVER. I SCREAMED AND CRIED. TWO WONDERFUL WOMEN CAME QUICKLY TO MY AID. THEY COMFORTED ME WITH THEIR VOICES, HELD MY HANDS AND PRAYED FOR ME. I CONTINUED TO CRY AND SCREAM IN PAIN. ALL OF A SUDDEN THEIR PRAYERS STARTED TO FLOW FROM THEIR HANDS HOLDING MINE THROUGH MY HAND MY ARM MY BODY, MY OTHER ARM AND MY HAND. THEN THAT HAND SENT PRAYERS BACK THROUGH MY BODY TO THE OTHER HAND. I COULD HEAR WHAT THEY WERE SAYING. THE MESSAGES CONTINUED FOR ABOUT FOUR OR FIVE TIMES…THEN A STRING OF IVORY MEDALLIONS CAME FROM MY RIGHT HAND WITH NO WORDS…QUIET…AS IF GOD WAS SAYING TO ME…I WAS GOING TO HURT BUT HE WAS NOT READY FOR ME TO DIE…IT WAS NOT MY TIME…THE PRAYERS STARTED AGAIN BACK AND FORTH. I COULD HEAR THEM. THEY CONTINUED ABOUT FOUR TIMES THEN ANOTHER LINE WITH NO SOUND OF THE IVORY MEDALLIONS WOULD GO THROUGH MY HAND AND BODY AGAIN. IT REPEATED OVER AND OVER…I WAS AFRAID THAT THEY WOULD TURN MY HANDS ALOOSE AND THE BEAUTIFUL WORDS WOULD STOP. THEY WERE WONDERFUL.
MY GRANDDAUGHTER ARIEL CALLED 911 AND THE AMBULANCE CAME AND THE LADIES SAID THAT THEY WOULD NOT LEAVE ME UNTIL THE AMBULANCE HAD ME IN THEIR HANDS. THEN MY GRANDDAUGHTER CALLED MY SON AND DAUGHTER IN LAW WHO WERE WAITING FOR ME WHEN I ARRIVED AT THE HOSPITAL. ARIEL MET ME AT THE HOSPITAL AS WELL WITH ALL OF MY RELEVANT PAPERS. I WAS THEN CHECKED INTO THE HOSPITAL AND THEY TREATED ME. AFTER EXAMINING ME THEY SENT ME HOME WITH MEDICINE WHERE I STAYED IN BED FOR OVER A WEEK BEING NURSED BY MY GRANDDAUGHTER WHO REMAINED WITH ME.
I SOON FOUND OUT THAT BOTH OF THESE WONDERFUL LADIES WERE MINISTERS AND I REALIZED IMMEDIATELY WHY I FELT SO MUCH AT PEACE THE VERY FIRST TIME I VISITED WHAT IS NOW MY HOME. AT NINETY YEARS OF AGE I INTUITIVELY KNEW I NEEDED TO MOVE TO A PLACE THAT WAS MORE ACCEPTING OF MY AGE AND PHYSICAL LIMITATIONS…BUT NOW BELIEVE WITH ALL MY HEART THAT GOD HAS MORE FOR ME TO DO DURING MY EARTHLY STAY. OF COURSE SINCE HAVING THE HANDS OF BISHOP BROWN LAID ON ME AT THE AGE OF TWLEVE WHEN I WAS FORMALLY WELCOMED INTO THE EPISCOPAL CHURCH I HAVE ALWAYS FELT VERY CLOSE TO MY LORD AND SAVIOR BUT NEVER WAS SPOKEN TO THIS CLEARLY BEFORE.
ONCE BACK HOME MIRIAM AND CAROLYN…MY FOREVER SPECIAL ANGELS…CAME TO SEE HOW I WAS DOING. WHAT WONDERFUL FRIENDS AND HOW BLESSED I HAVE BEEN TO HAVE GOD SPEAK SO CLEARLY TO ME.
MARTHA ARCHER – JUNE 29, 2016
Submitted by Thomas E Harris on Jul 14 2018 09:32:09 PM
Ariel Harris lit a candle for Martha Harris Archer
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