Eleanor McClain Harris was born August 20, 1904, in Parkston, South Dakota. She passed away in Phoenix, Arizona, on February 24, 1975, at the age of seventy years and six months.
Eleanor was the only daughter of Harvey S. McClain and Margaret Lingscheit McClain. Mrs. Harris attended school at Parkston, South Dakota, and Spirit Lake High School. After graduation she moved to Chicago to further her musical training. In Chicago she worked in several radio programs and conducted the “Singing Lady Program for Children.” She also played the piano in theatres.
In 1924 she married Louis Bacciocco. They had one child, Dolores. After Louis’ death, she spent ten years working as a beauty operator in Sioux City, Sac City, and Ottu.mwa, Iowa. Eleanor married Robert Harris of Ottumwa and they moved to Henderson, Arkansas, in 1950 where they established the Diamond H Resort. Finally they built a home in Cotter, Arkansas, on the White River. Mr. Harris died in FayetteviIle in March, 1963.
Mrs. Harris was very active in music and politics wherever she lived. She was a member of the Rebecaa Lodge, the Colonial Dames, Daughters of the American Revolution, the B. M. W. Auxiliary, the Women’s Relief Corps.
Poor health sent her to Phoenix to live, where she worked as a short story ghost writer, and spent her last years working on a book about her Grandfather Lingsheit. The book has just been published under the title, “Big Joe,” a biography by Eleanor M. B. Harris.
Funeral services were conducted at Leyson Funeral Chapel in Lake Park on Friday, February 28, 1975 at 1:30 p. m. with Rev. Harvey Walker presiding.
Interment was at Harris Cemetery, Harris. Pallbearers were Howard Burnside, Les Groff, Alvin Lingscheit, Joe Lingscheit, Lawrence McClain and Louis McClain. Leyson Funeral Home, Lake Park was in charge of arrangements.
The Lake Park News, Thursday, March 6, 1975 — Page 2.
Two poems written by Eleanor McClain Harris were published with her obituary.
River
Life is like a beautiful river
Flowing to meet the sea,
Down from the rugged hilltops,
Over the peaceful lea.
Some of the shores are rugged,
Swept by stormy winds and rain,
Others are bathed in the sunshine,
Happy and free from pain.
Sometimes its voice is like music,
Ripples are soft and low,
Oft times it is changed to sorrow,
Joy gives way to woe.
So on and on forever,
Over the hill and lea,
Life’s River never pauses
Until it joins the sea.
—Eleanor McClain Harris
The Valley
I have been through the valley of weeping,
The valley of sorrow and pain;
But the “God of all comfort” was with me,
At hand to uphold and sustain.
As the earth needs the clouds and the sunshine,
Our souls need both sorrow and joy;
So He places us oft in the furnace,
The dross from the gold to destroy.
When He leads through some valley of trouble,
His powerful hand we can trace;
For the trials and sorrows He sends us
Are part of His lessons of grace.
As we travel through life’s shadowed valley,
Fresh springs of His love ever rise;
And we learn that our sorrows and losses
Are blessings just sent in dIsguise.
So I follow wherever He leadeth,
Pathways both dreary and bright;
For I’ve proof that my God can give comfort,
As He gives me the songs in the night.
—Eleanor McClain Harris
Contributor: Rod Cook
Eleanor was the only daughter of Harvey S. McClain and Margaret Lingscheit McClain. Mrs. Harris attended school at Parkston, South Dakota, and Spirit Lake High School. After graduation she moved to Chicago to further her musical training. In Chicago she worked in several radio programs and conducted the “Singing Lady Program for Children.” She also played the piano in theatres.
In 1924 she married Louis Bacciocco. They had one child, Dolores. After Louis’ death, she spent ten years working as a beauty operator in Sioux City, Sac City, and Ottu.mwa, Iowa. Eleanor married Robert Harris of Ottumwa and they moved to Henderson, Arkansas, in 1950 where they established the Diamond H Resort. Finally they built a home in Cotter, Arkansas, on the White River. Mr. Harris died in FayetteviIle in March, 1963.
Mrs. Harris was very active in music and politics wherever she lived. She was a member of the Rebecaa Lodge, the Colonial Dames, Daughters of the American Revolution, the B. M. W. Auxiliary, the Women’s Relief Corps.
Poor health sent her to Phoenix to live, where she worked as a short story ghost writer, and spent her last years working on a book about her Grandfather Lingsheit. The book has just been published under the title, “Big Joe,” a biography by Eleanor M. B. Harris.
Funeral services were conducted at Leyson Funeral Chapel in Lake Park on Friday, February 28, 1975 at 1:30 p. m. with Rev. Harvey Walker presiding.
Interment was at Harris Cemetery, Harris. Pallbearers were Howard Burnside, Les Groff, Alvin Lingscheit, Joe Lingscheit, Lawrence McClain and Louis McClain. Leyson Funeral Home, Lake Park was in charge of arrangements.
The Lake Park News, Thursday, March 6, 1975 — Page 2.
Two poems written by Eleanor McClain Harris were published with her obituary.
River
Life is like a beautiful river
Flowing to meet the sea,
Down from the rugged hilltops,
Over the peaceful lea.
Some of the shores are rugged,
Swept by stormy winds and rain,
Others are bathed in the sunshine,
Happy and free from pain.
Sometimes its voice is like music,
Ripples are soft and low,
Oft times it is changed to sorrow,
Joy gives way to woe.
So on and on forever,
Over the hill and lea,
Life’s River never pauses
Until it joins the sea.
—Eleanor McClain Harris
The Valley
I have been through the valley of weeping,
The valley of sorrow and pain;
But the “God of all comfort” was with me,
At hand to uphold and sustain.
As the earth needs the clouds and the sunshine,
Our souls need both sorrow and joy;
So He places us oft in the furnace,
The dross from the gold to destroy.
When He leads through some valley of trouble,
His powerful hand we can trace;
For the trials and sorrows He sends us
Are part of His lessons of grace.
As we travel through life’s shadowed valley,
Fresh springs of His love ever rise;
And we learn that our sorrows and losses
Are blessings just sent in dIsguise.
So I follow wherever He leadeth,
Pathways both dreary and bright;
For I’ve proof that my God can give comfort,
As He gives me the songs in the night.
—Eleanor McClain Harris
Contributor: Rod Cook
Eleanor McClain Harris was born August 20, 1904, in Parkston, South Dakota. She passed away in Phoenix, Arizona, on February 24, 1975, at the age of seventy years and six months.
Eleanor was the only daughter of Harvey S. McClain and Margaret Lingscheit McClain. Mrs. Harris attended school at Parkston, South Dakota, and Spirit Lake High School. After graduation she moved to Chicago to further her musical training. In Chicago she worked in several radio programs and conducted the “Singing Lady Program for Children.” She also played the piano in theatres.
In 1924 she married Louis Bacciocco. They had one child, Dolores. After Louis’ death, she spent ten years working as a beauty operator in Sioux City, Sac City, and Ottu.mwa, Iowa. Eleanor married Robert Harris of Ottumwa and they moved to Henderson, Arkansas, in 1950 where they established the Diamond H Resort. Finally they built a home in Cotter, Arkansas, on the White River. Mr. Harris died in FayetteviIle in March, 1963.
Mrs. Harris was very active in music and politics wherever she lived. She was a member of the Rebecaa Lodge, the Colonial Dames, Daughters of the American Revolution, the B. M. W. Auxiliary, the Women’s Relief Corps.
Poor health sent her to Phoenix to live, where she worked as a short story ghost writer, and spent her last years working on a book about her Grandfather Lingsheit. The book has just been published under the title, “Big Joe,” a biography by Eleanor M. B. Harris.
Funeral services were conducted at Leyson Funeral Chapel in Lake Park on Friday, February 28, 1975 at 1:30 p. m. with Rev. Harvey Walker presiding.
Interment was at Harris Cemetery, Harris. Pallbearers were Howard Burnside, Les Groff, Alvin Lingscheit, Joe Lingscheit, Lawrence McClain and Louis McClain. Leyson Funeral Home, Lake Park was in charge of arrangements.
The Lake Park News, Thursday, March 6, 1975 — Page 2.
Two poems written by Eleanor McClain Harris were published with her obituary.
River
Life is like a beautiful river
Flowing to meet the sea,
Down from the rugged hilltops,
Over the peaceful lea.
Some of the shores are rugged,
Swept by stormy winds and rain,
Others are bathed in the sunshine,
Happy and free from pain.
Sometimes its voice is like music,
Ripples are soft and low,
Oft times it is changed to sorrow,
Joy gives way to woe.
So on and on forever,
Over the hill and lea,
Life’s River never pauses
Until it joins the sea.
—Eleanor McClain Harris
The Valley
I have been through the valley of weeping,
The valley of sorrow and pain;
But the “God of all comfort” was with me,
At hand to uphold and sustain.
As the earth needs the clouds and the sunshine,
Our souls need both sorrow and joy;
So He places us oft in the furnace,
The dross from the gold to destroy.
When He leads through some valley of trouble,
His powerful hand we can trace;
For the trials and sorrows He sends us
Are part of His lessons of grace.
As we travel through life’s shadowed valley,
Fresh springs of His love ever rise;
And we learn that our sorrows and losses
Are blessings just sent in dIsguise.
So I follow wherever He leadeth,
Pathways both dreary and bright;
For I’ve proof that my God can give comfort,
As He gives me the songs in the night.
—Eleanor McClain Harris
Contributor: Rod Cook
Eleanor was the only daughter of Harvey S. McClain and Margaret Lingscheit McClain. Mrs. Harris attended school at Parkston, South Dakota, and Spirit Lake High School. After graduation she moved to Chicago to further her musical training. In Chicago she worked in several radio programs and conducted the “Singing Lady Program for Children.” She also played the piano in theatres.
In 1924 she married Louis Bacciocco. They had one child, Dolores. After Louis’ death, she spent ten years working as a beauty operator in Sioux City, Sac City, and Ottu.mwa, Iowa. Eleanor married Robert Harris of Ottumwa and they moved to Henderson, Arkansas, in 1950 where they established the Diamond H Resort. Finally they built a home in Cotter, Arkansas, on the White River. Mr. Harris died in FayetteviIle in March, 1963.
Mrs. Harris was very active in music and politics wherever she lived. She was a member of the Rebecaa Lodge, the Colonial Dames, Daughters of the American Revolution, the B. M. W. Auxiliary, the Women’s Relief Corps.
Poor health sent her to Phoenix to live, where she worked as a short story ghost writer, and spent her last years working on a book about her Grandfather Lingsheit. The book has just been published under the title, “Big Joe,” a biography by Eleanor M. B. Harris.
Funeral services were conducted at Leyson Funeral Chapel in Lake Park on Friday, February 28, 1975 at 1:30 p. m. with Rev. Harvey Walker presiding.
Interment was at Harris Cemetery, Harris. Pallbearers were Howard Burnside, Les Groff, Alvin Lingscheit, Joe Lingscheit, Lawrence McClain and Louis McClain. Leyson Funeral Home, Lake Park was in charge of arrangements.
The Lake Park News, Thursday, March 6, 1975 — Page 2.
Two poems written by Eleanor McClain Harris were published with her obituary.
River
Life is like a beautiful river
Flowing to meet the sea,
Down from the rugged hilltops,
Over the peaceful lea.
Some of the shores are rugged,
Swept by stormy winds and rain,
Others are bathed in the sunshine,
Happy and free from pain.
Sometimes its voice is like music,
Ripples are soft and low,
Oft times it is changed to sorrow,
Joy gives way to woe.
So on and on forever,
Over the hill and lea,
Life’s River never pauses
Until it joins the sea.
—Eleanor McClain Harris
The Valley
I have been through the valley of weeping,
The valley of sorrow and pain;
But the “God of all comfort” was with me,
At hand to uphold and sustain.
As the earth needs the clouds and the sunshine,
Our souls need both sorrow and joy;
So He places us oft in the furnace,
The dross from the gold to destroy.
When He leads through some valley of trouble,
His powerful hand we can trace;
For the trials and sorrows He sends us
Are part of His lessons of grace.
As we travel through life’s shadowed valley,
Fresh springs of His love ever rise;
And we learn that our sorrows and losses
Are blessings just sent in dIsguise.
So I follow wherever He leadeth,
Pathways both dreary and bright;
For I’ve proof that my God can give comfort,
As He gives me the songs in the night.
—Eleanor McClain Harris
Contributor: Rod Cook
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