In Memory

Morrison Clevlen "Morry" Fye - Class Of 1968

Morrison Clevlen Morry Fye

Morrison Clevlen "Morry" Fye, 59, of Huffman, Texas and formerly of Olney, died at 10:17 a.m. Friday, June 6, 2008, at Triumph Hospital in Northwest Houston, Texas.

Mr. Fye was born on April 26, 1949, in Olney, the son of John Lowrie II and Katharina Regina (Weber) Fye. He had worked at Dick Fessel's Clothing in Olney and more recently worked in banking in Texas and Alabama.

He is survived by a daughter, Sarah Adams and her husband, Chris, of Canton, Ga.; son, Nathan Fye, of Tryon, N.C.; two grandchildren, Jacquelyn and Mathew; sister, Susan Barber and her husband, Donn, of Sullivan; sister, Mary Gard and her husband, Ivan, of Holland , Pa.; brother, Jack Fye and his wife, Marge, of Dundas; brother, Jim Fye and his wife, Barbara, of Lafayette, Calif.; brother, Jeff Fye and his wife, Peggy, of Montgomery, Texas; and many loving nieces and nephews.

Mr. Fye was preceded in death by his parents.

Services was at the funeral home with Pastor Paul Goss officiating.  Burial in Haven Hill Cemetery in Olney.

Published in Olney Daily Mail (IL)



 
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09/15/24 11:23 AM #1    

Frank Weber Minor (Minor) (1968)

Morry and I were related through the Fye and Weber Family trees, Every summer I rode the Illanois Central (Thirteen hours.) from NOLA (New Orleans) to Effingham to visit family in Olney. June and July were spent at my grandfather's home (Dr. Frank C.) on Elliott Street a half a block from Aunt Kittie's (Morry's) home. What a game room in that home! There were frequent visits back and forth, trips to the Olney Pool with it's high dive, and excusions to Hovey's for an occassional malt. A block from both homes was the Teen Center where Morry, Doug Hocking, Sam Hursta and other guys would "shoot" pool up on the balcony while shyly watching the girls (Many with their "Bee Hive" hairdos) in the "ballroom" down below shake and shimmer to the music from the Jukebox.

Later, Morry moved in with my grandparents (Fye) in NOLA as he was trying to decide what to do with his life. He frequently came up to Baton Rouge that fall to enjoy the LSU football season. He was frquently asked to come to LSU and matriculate. Ultimately he chose a different path and our lives never crossed again.

Morry never had a harsh word for anyone. He was a kind and gentle soul with fabulous sense of humor! 

It has been fun to reconnect with his brothers and sisters the last few years!

Frank Weber Minor, M.D.

 


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