Flo "Granny" Harris

It is with heavy hearts that we announce the passing of Jessie Florine "Flo" Harris, who peacefully entered eternal rest on June 24, 2026, surrounded by the comfort of her home in Seagoville, Texas. Flo was a devoted wife, mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, great-great-grandmother, affectionately known as "Granny," and a cherished friend whose life was defined by faith, family, generosity, and creativity.

Flo was born on March 26, 1937, in Klondike, Texas, to John Bufford Wells and Sarah Ezelle (Buzby) Wells. Raised in a hardworking farming family, she spent her childhood traveling throughout Texas and neighboring states as her family followed seasonal farming opportunities. Those early years instilled in her a remarkable work ethic, resilience, and deep appreciation for family.

In 1960, Flo married the love of her life, William Harris, in Las Cruces, New Mexico. As newlyweds, they began their life together in Lompoc, California, before returning to Texas five years later. In 1974, they established the family homestead on Bowers Road in Seagoville, where they built not only a home but a place where everyone was welcome.

Together, Flo and William shared 52 wonderful years of marriage while raising five children in a home rooted in faith, love, generosity, and the importance of family. She quietly opened both her home and her heart to relatives, friends, and anyone in need, offering help without seeking recognition or expecting anything in return.

We celebrate the life of our mom, grandmother, great-grandmother, great-great-grandmother, or, as we all knew her, "Granny," and our dear friend, Flo. Her life was stitched together with faith, family, generosity, and an incredible gift for creating beauty.

If you knew Flo for more than a few minutes, you probably heard her famous words: "Press, don't iron!" To most of us, it sounded like quilting advice. But in many ways, it was how she lived. She believed in taking the time to do things well, caring for what mattered, and leaving things better than she found them.

She was an artist with fabric long before quilting became popular. She was the queen of the color wheel, a gifted seamstress who could often create without a pattern, and someone whose hands always seemed to know exactly what to do. She lovingly made her daughters' wedding dresses, countless little girls' dresses, beautiful baby quilts, crocheted afghans, and treasured gifts that now wrap generations of our family in warmth and memories.

She didn't just make quilts. She made quilters.

She loved teaching, but not from the front of a classroom. She preferred sitting beside someone, one-on-one, believing that every person learned at their own pace. She wanted people to succeed, and she had the patience to help them get there.

Her work reflected that same heart. She worked at the old Sears in Dallas before becoming the head trainer and seamstress at Massoud Furniture, where she trained countless employees, including all five of her children.

And if you've heard the family stories, you know there were some memorable days. Like the time one of her children accidentally ran a sewing machine needle through a finger. Flo calmly wrapped it in masking tape, handed over another couch arm to sew, and kept production moving. Or the drive home when she gently said, "It's time to find another job. This just isn't your cup of tea."

Later, she became instrumental in opening and operating Fabrics 4 You Quilt Shop. She believed a business wasn't just about making money. It was about blessing people. Her philosophy was simple: make a smaller profit on each item so more people could afford to enjoy quilting. In the end, she believed you could make the same living, you just had to work a little harder. That was Flo. She was always willing to work harder if it meant helping someone else.

But as talented as she was with fabric, her greatest masterpiece was her family.

She and Dad shared 52 years of marriage, raising five children with love, hard work, and the expectation that family mattered. Harmony wasn't optional. It was something to be protected.

Mom quietly lived the example of Proverbs 31. She never considered what she had to be hers alone. There was almost always someone living in her home: grown children, a sibling, a niece, a nephew, even her own parents. They were simply people who needed a place to get back on their feet. She never expected repayment. She didn't keep score. She simply helped, because that's what love does.

One story captures her heart perfectly, every week, she took her mother grocery shopping. At checkout, Grandma's basket always contained the things she needed... and a few things she simply wanted. When the total climbed beyond the grocery budget, Grandma would reluctantly hand us the "wanted" items and insist that we return each one to the exact shelf where it belonged.

Instead, Mom quietly placed those items into her own basket.

She never announced what she was doing. She never wanted recognition. She simply took the groceries home and later put them away in Grandma's kitchen, preserving her mother's dignity while meeting her needs. That was Flo. She gave in ways that often went unnoticed because she wasn't looking for praise. She was simply looking for ways to love people well.

Her grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and great-great-grandchildren were among her greatest joys. Somehow, every single one of them felt like they were the favorite. She never worried about looking silly if it meant hearing a child laugh. Her love made every grandchild feel uniquely seen, deeply loved, and incredibly special.

"Granny" wasn't just a title. It became part of the hearts of generations.

And then there was Christmas. Her favorite time of year. Her home and her heart were always open. Everyone was welcome. If she knew you were coming, chances are you left with a quilt, a handmade bag, or a thoughtful little gift she had picked up because it reminded her of you. Giving wasn't something she did at Christmas. Giving was simply who she was.

Her friendships reflected that same generosity. She remembered your dreams. If you mentioned something you hoped to accomplish, she'd ask about it the next time she saw you. She believed in people, encouraged them, and somehow left them believing they could become better than they ever thought possible.

Looking back, it's remarkable how many lives were changed by one woman with a sewing machine, an iron, a generous heart, and an unwavering faith.

Her quilts will eventually wear with time. The afghans may fray. The dresses may be carefully tucked away in closets.

But the love she stitched into every life she touched will never unravel.

Her legacy isn't simply measured by the thousands of stitches she sewed. It's measured by the people she loved, the family she held together, the generosity she quietly lived, the faith she faithfully demonstrated, and the countless lives she encouraged.

We will miss her deeply.

But every time we carefully press a seam instead of ironing it... every time we wrap ourselves in one of her quilts... every time we choose generosity over convenience... every time we quietly help someone without expecting recognition... she will be there.

Greeting Flo at Heaven's gates were her beloved husband, William Harris; her daughter, Terry Maestas; her grandson, Jason Morgan; her parents, John Bufford Wells and Sarah Ezelle (Buzby) Wells; her sisters, Orville Lee Vermillion and Helen Strebeck; and her brothers, Alvin Wells, Glenn Wells, Odell Wells, and Frank Wells.

Left to cherish her memory are her children: Charles Morgan and wife, Tabitha; Billy Harris and wife, Karen; Sarah Parker and husband, Johnny; and Valerie Wilkerson and husband, David.

She also leaves behind her beloved grandchildren: Jennifer Yeaman (Daniel), Brian Parker (Stephanie), Charles Morgan III (Jennifer), Stephanie Bounds, Kevin Parker (Maegan), Brad Wilkerson (Mandy), Cynthia Klassen, Toby Maestas, Angela Shaw (Toby), Christi Staton (Daron), Justin Wilkerson (Stephanie), Chris Morgan (Jaimi), Tabitha Tigrett-Meredith, and Robert Tigrett.

Her legacy continues through her great-grandchildren: Alexis Russell (James), Scott Yeaman, Hailey Rosas (Noah), William Yeaman (Dylan), Wesley Harris (Destine), Elijah Klassen, Annabelle Klassen, Lauren Parker, Matthew Parker (Cassidy), Abigail Parker, Courtney Paget (Ethan), Curtis Shaw (Danie), Brady Parker, Sarah Parker, Emily Parker, Charlotte Parker, Lilah Parker, Bryanna Wilkerson, Brenden Wilkerson, Megan Wilkerson, Garrett Wilkerson, Karley Wilkerson, Gavin Wilkerson, Landon Maestas, Cain Morgan, Jade Morgan, Damon Staton, Scarlet Staton, Violet Staton, Evan Morgan, Emilia Morgan, Ellison Morgan, Evelyn Morgan, and Faith Tigrett (Jesse).

She was also blessed with great-great-grandchildren: LJ Russell, Paizlie Dent, Harlynn Bounds, Mateo Rosas, Spencer Yeaman, Valentina Rosas, Clayton Yeaman, Emiliano Rosas, Emry Parker, Marleigh Parker, Lainey Loud, Easton Perez, and Lainey Perez.

She is also survived by her sisters, Ida Maberry and Emma Camp, along with numerous nieces, nephews, extended family members, and special friends.

A little piece of Flo lives on in all of us.

Well done, Mom. Well done, Granny. We love you, and we will carry your legacy forward.