Comments on: Remembering Harry Combs http://www.aneclecticmind.com/2004/08/30/remembering-harry-combs/ Web site and blog for Maria Langer, freelance writer, commercial helicopter pilot, and serious amateur photographer. Thu, 17 May 2012 13:33:10 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.2 By: Maria Langer http://www.aneclecticmind.com/2004/08/30/remembering-harry-combs/#comment-10215 Maria Langer Fri, 17 Feb 2012 14:38:51 +0000 http://www.aneclecticmind.com/?p=237#comment-10215 That party sounds like one of those magic evenings when you meet someone and just click. I only knew Harry in his later years, and only in my capacity as someone who rented his Wickenburg hangar in the summer months and later as airport fuel manager. He was a great guy. Thanks for sharing your memories of him with other readers here! That party sounds like one of those magic evenings when you meet someone and just click.

I only knew Harry in his later years, and only in my capacity as someone who rented his Wickenburg hangar in the summer months and later as airport fuel manager. He was a great guy.

Thanks for sharing your memories of him with other readers here!

]]> By: Wanda http://www.aneclecticmind.com/2004/08/30/remembering-harry-combs/#comment-10186 Wanda Wed, 15 Feb 2012 21:41:13 +0000 http://www.aneclecticmind.com/?p=237#comment-10186 I met Harry some years prior to his death. We attended an author's party in Nashville, TN, which was held in conjunction with the annual Southern Festival of Books. I had already arrived at the party prior to Harry arriving. We had not met prior to then, and I was not familiar with him or his writing. I happened to see him, though, as he first entered the door. With his height, he was a looming presence. I can't recall either of us walking up to the other at the party, but we very quickly became engaged in conversation which lasted throughout the course of the 3 or 4 hours of the party. I think we stopped talking only once, and that was to dance to The Tennessee Waltz. We both were staying at the same hotel in downtown Nashville, and we walked together after the party back to our hotel and sat in the lounge for another 3 or 4 hours and continued our conversation. For some years after that event, Harry and I remained in touch with each other, and I still have the written correspondence which Harry sent to me over time. We remained "friends", but never saw each other again. That, I suppose, was my own fault because Harry told me more than once that any time I ever wanted to come visit at his ranch, he would have a jet waiting for me at the Memphis airport. I just never took him up on his offer, though I have often regretted my choice not to. During our conversations and communications, Harry shared with me personal tidbits from his life which I doubt that few people ever knew. Although he never asked me to not share those things with others, I always felt he told me those things in confidence. And I honored our friendship by keeping those things that he told me. I was deeply saddened to learn of his death. For certain, he lived an extraordinary life, and I always felt so blessed to have had him come and walk for a while upon my path with me as I traveled the course of my own journey. wanda I met Harry some years prior to his death. We attended an author’s party in Nashville, TN, which was held in conjunction with the annual Southern Festival of Books. I had already arrived at the party prior to Harry arriving. We had not met prior to then, and I was not familiar with him or his writing. I happened to see him, though, as he first entered the door. With his height, he was a looming presence. I can’t recall either of us walking up to the other at the party, but we very quickly became engaged in conversation which lasted throughout the course of the 3 or 4 hours of the party. I think we stopped talking only once, and that was to dance to The Tennessee Waltz. We both were staying at the same hotel in downtown Nashville, and we walked together after the party back to our hotel and sat in the lounge for another 3 or 4 hours and continued our conversation. For some years after that event, Harry and I remained in touch with each other, and I still have the written correspondence which Harry sent to me over time. We remained “friends”, but never saw each other again. That, I suppose, was my own fault because Harry told me more than once that any time I ever wanted to come visit at his ranch, he would have a jet waiting for me at the Memphis airport. I just never took him up on his offer, though I have often regretted my choice not to. During our conversations and communications, Harry shared with me personal tidbits from his life which I doubt that few people ever knew. Although he never asked me to not share those things with others, I always felt he told me those things in confidence. And I honored our friendship by keeping those things that he told me. I was deeply saddened to learn of his death. For certain, he lived an extraordinary life, and I always felt so blessed to have had him come and walk for a while upon my path with me as I traveled the course of my own journey.
wanda

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