|Birth: ||Sep. 17, 1912|
|Death: ||Jul. 28, 2004|
Saint Louis Park
Morris was the third and final husband of my Grandmother Edith, who was widowed twice previously before marrying him. They became great companions, constantly at each other's throats, and yet incredibly devoted and grateful for each other. Though technically my "Step-Grandfather", having been around since before my lifetime, I always thought of him as nothing but my natural Grandpa. He was as good as, if not better than, the real thing.
Morris was born to immigrant parents from the Old Country in dowtown Minneapolis in 1912. He went to school, the University for a time, before going to work for his Father Nate, who owned an auto parts business. After his father died, he took over and ran the business until just a few years ago. Nate's Auto parts was a fixture in the Mnpls auto scene. It was around for some 75 years and he made so many dear friends from that world, that were as close as family.
My Grandfather was a devoted husband and an observant Jew. He was fond of donuts, cars, dogs, and of course, daily naps in his arm chair. He was a proud Shriner, one of many signs of his endless generosity. After my grandmother Edith died in 2000, Morris spent four years missing her terribly. I know in some place, they are together again.
United Hebrew Brotherhood Cemetery
Created by: Anonymous
Record added: Aug 15, 2005
Find A Grave Memorial# 11541672