Frederick Harris

Frederick Harris was welcomed into this world on August 31, 1938, in St. Louis, Missouri, the beloved son of John Harris and Willie Belle (Grinter) Harris. Born into a close-knit family of ten, he shared childhood joys and sorrows with his nine brothers and sisters--seven of whom preceded him in death--Alma (Elmer) Williams, Richard (Mary), Walter (Helen), Leonard (Jean), Bobby (Ruth), Dennis (Erneice), Vickie; and two remaining sisters, Carol (Leroy) Byas and Audrey (Sam) Longmeyer.
After growing up in the St. Louis Public School system, Frederick volunteered to proudly serve his country by enlisting in the United States Army. He held the rank of Private First Class, was awarded a medal as a sharp-shooter, and was an apprentice cook. He carried himself with honor throughout his service, and his honorable discharge marked the beginning of a life dedicated to hard work, integrity, and love.
He confessed a hope in Christ at an early age and was later united in holy matrimony to Thelma Irene Trice. Together, they lovingly raised five children: Sherra Annette Powell (who preceded him in death), Angela (Darryl) Trice-Harris, Frederick (Dionna) Trice, Raynard Trice, and Stacy Trice.
In the rhythm of daily life, Frederick found purpose in his work. He began at the St. Louis Zoo, nurturing both creatures and visitors with his gentle spirit, before dedicating years of craftsmanship to Moog Automotive as a machinist. He took pride in every task, leaving a legacy of dependability and diligence when he retired from the production floor.
But it was music that first captured Frederick's heart. As a guitarist and composer for "Ike and the Swingin' Nightcaps," he wove melodies through the historic Gaslight Square area, inviting listeners into a world of joy and camaraderie. Beyond his music, he delighted in tinkering with cars, exploring the cosmos through his telescope, and gathering loved ones with stories that sparkled with warmth and humor.
Frederick's laughter was infectious-warmth embodied in sound-and it filled every room he entered. Though we grieve his passing, we take comfort in knowing that his light endures: in the stars he admired, the songs he wrote, and the hearts of all who loved him.
Rest well, dear husband and father. Your kindness, your music, and your unwavering faith will forever echo through the lives you touched and the generations who follow.
He leaves to mourn his spouse, four children, two sisters, and a host of grandchildren, great-grandchildren, great-great grandchildren, other relatives and friends.

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