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Mary Harriet Russell Douglass Hughes

1925 - 2017

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Profile/Bio

Occupations:

Mary, Piano Teacher, Sales (Avon, Stanley, Watkins, & others), Welfare Worker, Missionary in Brazil for 20 years, Home School Teacher

Paul, Car, Bus, Truck Driver, Sales (Watkins, Stanley, World Book, Christian Records & others), Insurance Agent

Education:

Mary,

Tigard High School, Class of 1943

Westmont College

San Bernardino College- AA Degree in Music

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Physical: 

Mary, blue eyes, dark brown hair, 5'6",  Atriel Fiberation, Strokes, Parkinson's

Paul, brown eyes, red hair, ruddy complexion, 5'6" tall, Heart bypass, high blood pressure, Diabetes

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Religious Affiliations:

Baptist

Mary Harriet Russell

1925-2017

 

Mary Harriet Russell was born in 1925 to Homer and Venita Russell. She was named after both of her grandmothers. For sake of clarity in this bio, the first half will refer to her as Harriet, her middle name. Her father wanted to call her by his mother’s name. All the family and relatives and friends knew her by this name for years. After her children grew up and left home, she changed her lifestyle and she was known for the rest of her life as Mary, her mother’s mother’s name whom she had been very close to.

 

Harriet loved music. She sang her first solo song at three years old at church and sang “Jesus wants me for a Sunbeam, to shine for Him each day”. She said that this song was her life’s theme. At nine years old, she played her first piano recital pieces: Bach & The Pines.

 

Harriet was born on the farm. She had an older brother, Wally and a younger brother, Earl and younger sister, Esther. When she was about five years old, their farm had such a successful harvest and they made a lot of money. Homer bought new farm equipment and a new car and new furniture. Venita, Harriet’s mother, cautioned him about spending so much money, but they had lots of grain in the barn, so he felt really good about it.

 

Homer showed Harriet all about his car and how he put air into his tires and how you can release the air. Cars were a big rage around that time, and Homer was really proud of his car. His friends that had cars all came to his farm so they could compare their cars. When they all went into the house to have lunch, Harriet had a little stick to push into the valve to make that nice hiss sound. When it stopped making the sound, she went to the next tire, then she went to the next tire. When the men came out to get into their cars, low and behold, all the tires were flat on all of the cars. Homer was embarrassed in front of his friends and furious and began chasing Harriet to whoop her. All the guys were laughing, and yelling don’t hit her, Homer!!

 

One day when Homer was a few acres away working in the fields, Harriet heard her mother screaming from outside. She got on her tip toes to look out the window. The barn was on fire. Her papa was too far to hear. All her mother, Venita could manage to do was to get the horses out. Harriet watched while the whole barn, grain, new equipment, everything burned to the ground, except the car.

 

This catastrophe lead them to lose the farm. They had no money for seed for the coming spring, and all the equipment was gone, so they had to sell what they could and move to the city.

 

Homer worked for the church for awhile and worked other places as a maintenance man, electrician and plumber. Harriet’s mother and father’s marriage began to be rocky off and on as she grew up. Her brothers, Wally and Earl left home while still young teenagers, finding work wherever they could.

 

When Harriet was eighteen years old, she had graduated and started a class to be an electrician. World War 2 had broke out, so she was able to get work in the shipyards being an electrician. Since she worked for the government, she got free housing. Her Grandmother Mary had moved in with them, and her mother needed to care for her so she couldn’t work. Her sister was still in school.

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Harriet worked in the shipyards for a year, supporting her family and saving up as much money as she could for college. Her aspiration was to be a missionary. She applied at the Westmont College in Los Angeles and was accepted. When her grandma had died, her mother was free to work again. Since they no longer had free housing since Harriet was leaving and didn’t work for the government, Venita asked Harriet to give her money to buy a house so she could run a lodging house. Harriet gave her mother all her savings except enough for the train to get to the college. She was able to get work on campus to help pay her way through school. Harriet’s majors were Bible and music.

 

About a year and half later, in Santa Barbara, there was a big meeting at her church. Harriet was always the one that played the piano. After the singing was over, she went to sit down, but the place was packed. Her mother was sitting in a pew with a man sitting next to her,..only a few inches apart. Somehow, she squeezed between them. This man ended up to be Paul Douglass and he walked her home that night. Paul had a background of growing up on the mission field. (His parents worked at the orphanage in Alaska) and his aunts and uncles were missionaries in Brazil. After some courting, they decided to marry.

 

In 1947, their first child, JoAnne was born, then David was born in 1949. Trying to follow their dream of living for the Lord and doing some ministry work, they went to Arkansas so Paul could go to Seminary. He was ordained while he was there. Paul did some preaching as an associate pastor on the circuit, preaching at different churches each week. Times were hard money wise, so they always prayed that someone from the church would invite them home for a good Sunday dinner. It was the one solid meal for the week. Harriet had afterbirth infection from David’s birth and JoAnne had pneumonia. So, when Paul’s father died, his mother sent money for the family to come back to California, and they went as it was time.

 

Paul and Harriet bought a trailer and lived in Barstow where Paul had a good job. Esther was born there. Once again, JoAnne, at four years old, had pneumonia and needed to be hospitalized. The hospital there in Barstow wouldn’t admit her because they had no money. The only hospital that would accept her without money was the county hospital in San Bernardino. This is where Harriet’s mother and sister lived, so she stayed with them while JoAnne was in the hospital. Refusing to go back to Barstow where she wouldn’t have access to a hospital, Paul went back to work for a week for another paycheck, sold the trailer and moved everything to San Bernardino. That’s where Daniel was born.

 

Harriet and Paul still wanted to be in God’s service. They made a good team in the field of music. Every church they went to, she was the pianist and he was the song leader. He had a very good voice. In 1956, they started a church in their own home. The living room was the church meeting place. Of course there was a piano for her to play and he led the singing. Brother Gentry did the preaching. The bedrooms were the Sunday School rooms. The church grew and is still in existent to this day.

 

They helped plant a couple more small fledging churches in a couple other places. For awhile, they thought of going to Mexico to do mission work there and took Spanish classes at the local college. The whole family was learning Spanish. Eventually, this vision didn’t go anywhere. It seemed that Harriet’s dream of becoming a missionary was fading.

 

Harriet began teaching piano lessons. She just started with a few, but the number grew. She became a member of the local Music Teacher’s Association.

 

Paul always worked and sometimes, he’d work two jobs. Finances were really tight, especially when Paul had surgery and they had medical bills. Paul lost his job for not being able to work for a month of that sickness, so it was an even bigger strain on their marriage than it was before.

 

Finally, in 1963, their marriage ended in a divorce. This was a tough period for the whole family. Paul remarried to Catherine (Dolly) and JoAnne got married six months after that in 1965. The other kids who were mostly teens lived sometimes with Paul and sometimes with Harriet.

 

By then, Harriet’s piano student were growing, she had annual recitals for her students, and she played solos at special events. She was actually very successful with her music studio. But as most people know, it’s hard to make a living with music. She took enough classes at Valley College to complete her Associates degree. Then, she was able to take the State Test so that she was eligible to work for the State. She became an eligibility work for welfare in California.

 

Harriet was always involved in church. She played the piano for choir, and all the services. She was a gifted musician, but mostly her heart still yearned to do missionary work. During this period of time, the churches were quite strict about leadership in the church. If you were divorced, you could not hold any office, not even secretary, let alone a minister or missionary. (somehow, they turned a blind eye so she could continue playing the piano because they really needed her.)

 

The late 1960’s and early 1970’s, brought about the hippy movement which had Jesus People, Jesus Freaks, witnessing at the beaches and baptizing in the ocean. It caused a huge ripple among the churches. They preached that you could serve Jesus without a diploma, without a church, just read the Bible, pray and witness. Harriet watched as her son, David joined this movement through the Children of God, and listened to what he had to say.

 

Harriet felt with all of her heart that this was her answer to her life-long burden to live fully for the Lord. All of her children were grown and married, she had no husband, there was nothing holding her back. So, she paid all her bills, sold all that she had, and took off with another couple to Canada. Saying farewell to an old life, and looking forward to a brand new life. This is when she began using her first name, Mary.

 

Mary moved to Brazil and lived there for twenty years. She loved it there. But when she was in her late sixties, her health was failing. She felt like she should move back to the States. “In case I die, my family won’t have the expense of shipping my body back!” A couple of years later, JoAnne, her daughter, also came back to the States from Japan. Mary went to live with Craig and JoAnne in Texas for the next nine years. During this time, Mary started a new healthy diet, joined the Senior Citizen’s Club and went to water aerobics twice a week, thus getting stronger and healthier.

 

While at the Senior Citizen’s Club, she had many friends. One day a new person joined them, Merrell. She sat with him at lunch to make him feel welcome and talked with him. Their conversation eventually went to the Lord,.. after some conversation, Merrell prayed with her right on the spot, to accept Jesus, to make Him his Lord and Savior. That was the beginning of their relationship which eventually led to engagement and then to marriage. Mary and Merrill were married in the home of JoAnne and Craig. Craig married them and pronounced them man and wife.

 

Mary and Merrell read the Bible together every morning and went to church every Sunday as long as they were healthy enough to do so. After eight years, Mary’s health declined and she had to move to a nursing home for care. Less than a month later, Merrell died.

 

Mary lived in a beautiful nursing home for five years, close to her two sons and daughter which visited her regularly until she was called home to her Savior in 2017 at ninety-two years old.

Pages and pages could be written about my Mom….

 

We all see her differently. A different part of her life.

 

The first half of her life, she was Harriet and Mom…

 

The second half was Ms Mary or Grandma Mary. She was Grandma Mary even to people who she wasn’t related to.

 

She was proud of her grandson, Tom who couldn’t be here because he’s on the other side of the world. One time when he visited her in her nursing home, he gave her a mug with pictures of the orphanage on it. A few years later, the handle broke on it, and I said I’ll get rid of this mug cause it’s broken. She said, “No, Tom gave me that.” She didn’t realize I had one to replace it, but she was attached to that.

 

She was that way about all her children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren. They all meant so much to her.

 

A stuffy, a scarf, a picture, she knew them all.

 

At her 80th birthday, one of her grandson’s wrote:

 

To Grandma:

From Little Danny:

 

Well, what can I say. Grandma, you are someone I look up to. I admire very much the way you lived your life for Jesus and others, that means a lot to me and I don’t think I could be prouder of anyone. You’re fun, and never boring. When I think of you, I see you smiling, cause you always are. When I look into your eyes, I see great wisdom, not because of all the worldly knowledge you know, (and you know quite a bit) but because you have it all in perspective, and you put your full trust in the Lord. He is what’s most important to you. I thank you for your sample that you have been to me. It means more than you will ever know. I really feel privileged and proud to have such a terrific grandma as you. I love you and I know in the future, there will be a time that we can spend a lot more time together. ILYAPFY! GBAKYIJPN!

I Remember Moma……

by Esther Janice Douglass Fields

 

Ever since I can remember, Moma was a good mother to us.

First of all, she loved God, taught us the importance of living a godly life

And she lived it before us.  She was full of good deeds.

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And we had family devotions, reading the Bible and praying together.

She calmed our fears, mended our hearts and made everything fun,

Because she was fun.

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She was such a great teacher, that I thought that’s how a mother just was.

But our moma was talented that way.

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She could tell and act out a story of her childhood (I loved those)

Or teach us something new, using her dramatic ways.

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When I learned how some of our ancestors came from England,

I started thinking about how Moma looked like the Queen of England.

Oh, yes, and she loved us and believed in us.

My Moma

by JoAnne Irene Douglass Leppo

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My Mom was a teacher…

    The first thing I remember about my mom was that she taught me.

      When she was so sick in bed and needed my help at 2 years old, she’d tell me to push the chair up to the refrigerator so I could climb up and reach the refrig handle to open it. She’d have food on the bottom shelf for me to reach to feed my baby brother.

   You see from the start, she was showing me that even impossible things weren’t impossible, you just have to figure out in small steps how to accomplish them.

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My Mom taught me about Jesus….

   Someone in Japan asked me once…. When was it that you first believed in Jesus? I thought and thought…. I could never remember a time that I didn’t believe in Jesus…. I always knew about Jesus, and Moma made him real to me always from the start.

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My Mom taught me how to pray….

   From a very young, Moma sat by my bed and helped me say my night prayers. She taught me how to pray for everyone we knew. We had a very long list to bless.

   Off and on our whole family, Moma and Daddy and four kids would have family devotions. We’d all get on our knees to pray. David prayed the longest of all of us. I yawned during his prayers, but he was so serious to even pray for the dog…..  Moma said it was alright. She never rushed him.

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My Mom showed me about loving life and experiencing everything in life….

   Moma was never afraid of doing anything. (or at least, we never thought she was). She was a gentle soul, but she loved life and wanted to experience everything in life.

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My Mom was a true grandma….

   Moma loved every one of my children. She was a true grandmother. She taught sewing, music, reading, cleaning, almost anything of life. She lived with us off and on while my children were growing up and I never saw her gripe or complain if I left them in her care. I know she was like that with David’s children also.

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My Mom never stopped sharing the Gospel….

   While growing up in church, we were always admonished to share the gospel and to witness. We were always in missionary-minded churches. But what spoke more louder to me was when she lead one of her piano students to the Lord during their piano lesson. I saw what a true Christian and witness really was. It wasn’t someone trying to convince you to go to their church, or to join their group. It was a simple sharing the Love of Christ with others.

   Something you might be interested to know…. The day that she met Merrell, (her husband) at the Senior Center, she witnessed to him. He prayed with her that very day at the table at the Center.  After they were married, they read the Bible every morning together and prayed for others together. It was quite a transformation for him. But he was so deeply moved and believed because of her life and witness.

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My Mom loved music….

   Our whole family is musical, our heritage is music, and our immediate family is musical. It seems to wake up your spirit in a way that nothing else can. When I would visit her at the nursing home, she’d encourage me to play for her. Of course, I’d want to hear her play. I never ever thought I was good like her. But it didn’t seem to matter to her. She wanted to hear me play. She’d never cringe at my mistakes, she never corrected me, she’d just enjoy listening.

   As her body weakened, I played more for her and she less for me. I could see how much she needed music. You could see in her eyes how she’d come alive when she heard music. So many times, even when she’d be at the weakest times, she’d attempt to sing.

  Then when I’d leave, I put her earbuds into her ears so she could listen to her favorite Christian radio station.

Music was her life.

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My Mom loved me….

   When I was a toddler, Moma and Daddy had their bed, and I had mine. But so many times, I’d get out of bed and come to Moma’s side of the bed and say, “Can I sleep with you?” She never turned me away.    

   One time, My Dad said, “you have your own bed, why do you want to sleep there?” All I could say was, “It just feels better!” It always felt better to sleep with Moma.  So much warmth and so much love. She always welcomed me.

   When I was about 9 years old, I went through a period of time of being scared of the dark, of something lurking in the closet or something. I’d get out of bed and go to Moma. “Can I sleep with you?”

   She lifted the covers to invite me in. Never said no, never questioned. It was so safe and secure. That went on nearly every night for several months. She never turned me away. I finally, figured out that I was way too old to be sleeping with my mom, so was able to sleep on my own again.

   When Mom was beginning to get weak and needing more care while still living with Merrell. I’d go to her house, fix her lunch and afterwards she’d be tired from the morning and want to lay down for awhile. Many times, I’d sit by her bed and we’d talk. She’d tell me about things and shared about her life.

   Sometimes, I’d be so tired from work, I’d just lay down beside her and fall asleep. I’m sure that looked strange to Merrell to see a grown woman sleeping next to her Mom… but it felt so good, so inviting and I felt loved.

 

That was my Moma.

OBITUARY

 

Mary Harriet Douglass Hughes, 92, of La Porte, Texas, died November 3, 2017. Mary Harriet, daughter of Homer Russell and Venita Armstrong was born on March 26, 1925 in Salem, Oregon.

 

She was wife of Paul B. Douglass for 16 years, and later to Merrell Hughes. She passed away at Regency Village of natural causes. She is survived by her sister, Esther Wagner, daughters, JoAnne Leppo and Esther Fields, and sons, David Douglass & Daniel Douglass. She is also survived by 9 grandchildren, 15 great-grandchildren and 3 great-great-grandchildren.

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Mary Harriet enjoyed a full life with raising her family, teaching piano, working as an eligibility welfare worker, then 20 years in Brazil as a missionary. She retired in 1996 and came to reside with her daughter, JoAnne for 9 years.

 

She was then married to Merrell Hughes for 8 years. The last 5 years of her life was in a wonderful nursing home in Webster, Texas. She will be laid to rest at Grand View Memorial Park in Pasadena, Texas where her husband and great-granddaughter, Lisa, are buried.

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Enjoying family, telling people about Jesus and playing the piano were her greatest joys in life. She will be missed by all.

OBITUARY

PAUL BARTHELL DOUGLASS

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Monmouth: Paul Douglass, 73, died Tuesday. Cause of death was unavailable.

He was born in Los Angeles and moved to Alaska when he was young. He served in the Army during World War II and married Mary in 1946. They were married for 16 years. In 1966, he married Catherine. He lived in California, Alaska and Texas before moving to Monmouth in 1992. He was a truck driver, insurance agent and an ordained minister.

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He collected Christian videos, loved airplanes and had model airplanes and remote controlled airplanes.

Survivors include his wife, sons, David of Pasadena, Texas and Daniel of Dickinson, Texas; daughters, JoAnne Leppo of LaPorte, Texas, and Esther Fields of Independence, nine grandchildren and 16 great grandchildren.

Services will be 1:30 pm today in the Monmouth Evangelical Church Interment will follow in the Fir Crest Cemetery Arrangements are by Farnstrom Mortuary in Independence Contributions, the church.

By Mary Harriet Douglass Hughes

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At age 9, I played my first piano recital pieces: Bach & The Pines.

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But at age 3, I stood before the church audience singing: (my life's theme)

Jesus wants me for a Sunbeam

to live for Him each day.

In every way try to please Him

At home, at school, at play.

A  sunbeam

A sunbeam

Jesus wants me for a sunbeam

A sunbeam

A sunbeam

I’ll be a sunbeam for Him.

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Mary Harriet played the french horn in the marching band in high school

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Daniel Fredrick Douglass, Esther Janice Fields, David Paul Douglass, JoAnne Irene Leppo

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