young hiker had not noticed the underbrush's damage to
his jacket. "Oh, it's torn!" cried somebody
sympathetically. "But I could easily repair it for you.
My name's Jean Thomson."
He looked at her and promptly forgot all
about the trip.
"I'm Paul Harris,"
said he. "I enjoy hiking. I think it's wonderful."
The Golden Strand (An
informal history of the Rotary Club of Chicago)
Quadrangle Books, Chicago 1966
From Paul and Jean's 1934 visit to RC of
on April 4, they traveled to Edinburgh where Lord
Provost Thomson had invited Rotary's President Emeritus
to attend and speak as the guest of honour at the
banquet of the Assembly of the Lords Provost of
Scotland. Highland pipers played the plaintive 'Road to
the Isles' as the Harris' ascended the steps to the City
Chambers. For the 52-year-old Jean, who had left her
city 25 years earlier, it was a most memorable
Read the article at cities/clubs/62paulvisits.htm
Road to Rotary," Chapter
42 The End
of The Journey2, Paul
Harris writes these three paragraphs about his "Scottish
Lassie," Jean Thomson Harris.
"So here we are at the end of our
journey and Jean and I are sitting at our fireside
drinking a cup of tea. One who marries a Scottish
lady must acquire the habit of sitting at the
fireside and drinking black tea and indeed it is a
delightful break in the cares and duties of the day.
If the tea is good and the fire burns merrily, one
enjoys recreation and rest. It's a good way to end
the day. (continued next column)
Have you noticed Paul Harris's
age on the marriage license? Did he give his age to
the Clerk as '40' ? He was actually aged 42, 14
years older than his bride so perhaps he felt that a
more youthful age might look better? Or did the
Clerk make a mistake? And if so, why did no one
correct it? Your guess is as good as ours, unless
you actually know the
RGHF senior historian Basil Lewis,
England, 24 June 2011
The tea cozy at my lady's right hand
keeps the tea hot for a long time and there is nothing
my lady enjoys better than filling one's cup. Many cups
of tea has she served to visiting friends from Britain
and other countries and how sociable and friendly a
custom it is. The bellow sends the sparks flying up the
chimney when applied by my lady's vigorous hands and she
will tolerate no assistance either in building her fire
or keeping up the music of the snapping embers.
Queen of the fireside and the teatable at
is my lady Jean and the thought often comes to me that
her steadfast devotion to duty was not excelled even by
grandmother. I am indeed a fortunate man; of that I am
sure and this is the very place and this is the very
hour for reverie even thought lady Jean maintains that
my reveries far too frequently are preludes to cat naps
and my cat naps preludes to slumber outright."
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August 1963 photo with RI President Carl
Miller, three months before Jean died.