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Many corners of New England

Mr. Milliard Harrison was such an important person to our family, as we literally grew up with the Harrison clan since I was two years old.  My parents first met them in Hyde Park Vermont, then we followed them to the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont (the Harrison’s living in Barton and we settled in next town fifteen minutes away from them in Orleans), then lastly and very fortunately for all of us to Maine, so lucky enough to attend Maranacook High School.  At Maranacook, Mr. Harrison was a champion for teachers and he was an even bigger champion for the students.  I have so many memories of him coming into Maranacook, walking the ramp, huge smile always on his face and saying Hi, by name, to any student walking by him. More than that, I remember he would stop and talk to students whenever he could.  I always felt that Maranacook was his “baby” and he only wanted the most wonderful things for all of us.  I only have wonderful memories of Maranacook and I thank Mr. Harrison for being such a huge force in making my high school years the best they could be because of all of the thought and care that went into creating that school.  Naming the long drive up to Maranacook "Milliard Harrison Drive" was so deserved. 

     He was that way as a friend to my parents...always.  When I was around 8 yrs old living in Vt, alongside the Harrison’s, he called up my dad and said, “to save money, let’s go shoot our own turkey for Thanksgiving”…my dad went out, spent all this money on rifle, hunting clothes etc, whereby they were both chased by a bull in a field until my dad climbed a tree while Milliard Harrison distracted the bull, then they got stuck in the mud and had to spend a small fortune to be towed out and came home…you guessed it…no turkey. Perhaps a small bird.  As my mom tells it, my dad and Milliard probably spent ten Thanksgiving’s worth of turkey money on that one hunting day.  The only one.        From tobogganing down a very steep hill in Barton Vt. with William and Jill and my sister Ann and me, to nights around a campfire with the Harrison’s growing up, to swimming and picnicking at Crystal Lake in Barton Vt, to taking the Milazzo clan in to live with them for awhile when our log cabin that we first lived in on Crystal Beach in Barton started to cave in with snow covering me and Ann while we were sleeping, to just hanging out at the Harrison’s house in high school having fun, I will always remember Milliard Harrison with a lot of love and a very important member of our extended family.  In many beautiful corners, all over New England, he will be very missed by so many people that had the great fortune to know him.
Posted by Florence Milazzo
Friday October 27, 2017 at 12:20 pm
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