I am not an an heiress to either the Lloyd J. Harris pies nor Harris-Teeter fortunes. Nor am I kin to/the same person as Stacy Harris, the late Canadian-born character actor.
My extended family tree DOES include Israel Miller, Pinky Lee, Morton Gould, Frank Bank and Mark Bailey. (The Mark Bailey connection is the most interesting to me as I only recently learned of it and it helps to explain my life-long fascination with the Kennedy family.)
You may also know my cousin by her stage name, Samantha Harris. (My grandfather and Samantha’s great-grandfather were brothers.)
I’m not the first author in my family. My great-grandfather, Abraham “Abba” Kramer (July 18, 1858- May 9, 1942) bears that distinction, courtesy of his published book, The Unity of G-d (English translation by Dr. Irwin Barkan, principal and education director of Des Moines’ South Side Hebrew Congregation.)
I’m also not the first musician (Thank you, Catherine West!), in the family. That distinction belongs to my aunt, (née Ruth Harris), a member of the Women’s Army Corp, who, while stationed in St. Louis, Missouri, performed as one of Helen Lewis’ Rhythm Queens.