He was married to Inez Irene Thompson in Michigan on December 24, 1924. They were the parents of one daughter, Inez Annette.
Carl died of a heart attack while playing golf; probably the way he would have chosen to go if he had been given a choice. Perhaps he was.
Carl, also known as Karl, was an established artist and inventor. He signed his paintings Sirrah Lark, Karl Harris spelled in reverse. He held a patent for a sprinkler that sprayed a square pattern.
When his wife died in 1993, 30 years after Carl's death, their family found his workroom exactly as it was when he passed away; an unfinished painting on the easel.
Carl was respected and loved by all who knew him; adored by his grandchildren, great-grandchildren, nieces, nephews and their children too.
Notes from "Ramblings" by Lloyd Thomas Harris, Jr.:
I sometimes spent part of summer vacation with Uncle Carl in Battle Creek, Michigan, and knew him quite well. At Christmas time, I could count on receiving a Tiddly-Wink set from him year after year. Dad (Lloyd Harris, Sr.) and Uncle Carl had the kind of relationship that I enjoyed with my brother, Dick. They always were bantering back and forth and seeing who could use the biggest words.
He was married to Inez Irene Thompson in Michigan on December 24, 1924. They were the parents of one daughter, Inez Annette.
Carl died of a heart attack while playing golf; probably the way he would have chosen to go if he had been given a choice. Perhaps he was.
Carl, also known as Karl, was an established artist and inventor. He signed his paintings Sirrah Lark, Karl Harris spelled in reverse. He held a patent for a sprinkler that sprayed a square pattern.
When his wife died in 1993, 30 years after Carl's death, their family found his workroom exactly as it was when he passed away; an unfinished painting on the easel.
Carl was respected and loved by all who knew him; adored by his grandchildren, great-grandchildren, nieces, nephews and their children too.
Notes from "Ramblings" by Lloyd Thomas Harris, Jr.:
I sometimes spent part of summer vacation with Uncle Carl in Battle Creek, Michigan, and knew him quite well. At Christmas time, I could count on receiving a Tiddly-Wink set from him year after year. Dad (Lloyd Harris, Sr.) and Uncle Carl had the kind of relationship that I enjoyed with my brother, Dick. They always were bantering back and forth and seeing who could use the biggest words.