HARRIET SHORR

Harriett taught me the foundations of writing and painting. Two skills I use and treasure every day. I had hoped to see her again when I had made something of myself. Peace.

I miss her very much.

I can't believe that four years have passed. Harriet, you are greatly missed by me. I think of you and your work so often.

Harriet, poet, painter, I miss you so much, and remember all our breakfasts on 6th Ave in NYC, and the beautiful times we visited you in upstate Vermont. Always in my heart, sophia

I knew Harriet briefly when our daughters were friends in high school. She was an extraordinary artist as well as a remarkable woman. I remember her warmth and gentleness.

Condolences to her family and friends,
Peggy (Davi's mum)

I was her student at Purchase in 2003/4. I am so sad to hear this. I loved the class. Often she would read short stories aloud as the class painted. She knew well how to identify and encourage a student's abilities. So smart and articulate and full of grace.

Polly Kurasch

My late husband, John, hired Harriet in the mid 60s when we were at Swarthmore College. We became fast friends and spent many hilarious times together. I was always impressed with her intelligence and warmth. When we moved to Pittsburgh in 1972 and she had already gone to Soho to paint full time, we lost touch. I am saddened to read of her passing.

I met Harriet around 1976 when her daughter Ruth and I first became friends. SoHo was thinly inhabited then and friendships made in the community were cherished and nurtured. Though Harriet was my mother's age, she was not a mother figure to me: She was my friend. Throughout the years, she remained curious about what I was doing, quick with advice or words of encouragement and ever able to ask the incisive question. I will miss her sorely. Lots of love to you Jim, Ruth and Sasha.