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Introduction
For decades, Harold Reid was the heart and humor of The Statler Brothers—his booming bass voice, quick wit, and signature comedic timing made him a fan favorite on stage and screen. To millions, he was the man who brought laughter into living rooms every Saturday night on The Statler Brothers Show, the jokester who always had the perfect punchline, and the glue that held the group together through the highs and lows of fame.
But behind the wide grin and larger-than-life presence was a quieter truth—one that Harold rarely shared, even with those closest to him.
In the years following his retirement, and especially after his passing in 2020 at the age of 80, family members and longtime friends began opening up about the emotional burden Harold carried throughout his career. Though known for his ability to light up a room, Harold often wrestled privately with the weight of perfectionism, the pressure to always be “on,” and the deep ache of personal loss.
In a recently unearthed journal entry, Harold once wrote, “Laughter can fill a room, but sometimes it’s just trying to cover the silence inside.” It was a rare moment of vulnerability from a man who was always quick to deflect pain with humor.
Don Reid, Harold’s younger brother and fellow Statler, reflected on those hidden layers in a recent interview. “People saw Harold as the funny one,” Don shared. “But he was also the deep thinker, the one who carried the emotions of the group. He took everything to heart—our fans, our mistakes, our legacy.”
Even as the group soared to country music stardom—collecting three Grammy Awards, multiple CMA wins, and a place in the Country Music Hall of Fame—Harold often struggled with the fear of letting people down. Off stage, he kept to himself, rarely discussing his inner battles, even as he brought comfort and joy to millions through song and humor.
Some of Harold’s closest moments of emotional expression came not through comedy, but through music. Songs like “More Than a Name on a Wall” and “Who Am I to Say” revealed a man of profound depth and spirituality. Fans have since revisited those performances, hearing them now with new ears—recognizing the sincerity behind every note.
In his final years, Harold Reid found peace in retirement, surrounded by family, faith, and the enduring love of fans who never stopped remembering his voice—not just the one that made them laugh, but the one that reminded them what it meant to feel.
As his brother Don so perfectly put it: “Harold made us laugh, yes. But more than that, he made us feel seen, heard, and understood. And that’s a legacy no joke could ever top.”
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Lyrics
We were both nine years old
When you came to town
I remember the big Allied Van
My momma went over, and
Took you all lunch
And my dad gave your dad a hand
And the first time I saw you
Was through the screen door
When the paper I threw missed the porch
Lord, it’s been years since I carried the news
But I still carry the torch
Of Maple Street memories and Cherry tree games
Summer nights and ice cream cones
Take the red from the roses, the sun from the sky
But leave my Maple Street memories alone
Leave my Maple Street memories alone
We played hide-and-seek in the buildings out back
I was easy to find, I admit
As the years flew away, it got harder to hide
The fact I thought you were it
Then we stood by the lilac bush in your yard
Your pink prom gown late in May
Your mom took our picture, I took your hand
And you took my breath away
With Maple Street memories and Cherry tree games
Summer nights and ice cream cones
Take the red from the roses, the sun from the sky
But leave my Maple Street memories alone
Leave my Maple Street memories alone
I never go back, I don’t stand in the yard
And look at your window upstairs
In my mind I see you combing your hair
And blowing kisses at me in the air
Then one time at Christmas
I saw you come home
Your arms full of children that day
And it was later that night
When I put mine to bed
I put my Maple Street memories away
Maple Street memories and Cherry tree games
Summer nights and bicycle days
Leave me with something that my heart can take
But take those Maple Street memories away
Take those Maple Street memories away