Henry Hyams Morris, a prize winning American photographer and inventor, was the son of George and Ester Hyams Morris. Ester was the cousin to Judah Philip Benjamin, the brains of the Confederacy and right hand man to Jefferson Davis. Henry received a public school education and then went on to St. Mary's University. After graduation he entered his career as a photographer on the December 8, 1885. As quick as 1897 he was selling photos of the Battleship Texas out of his studio in Galveston, Texas. He took an apprentice with G. M. Deane and then about five years later he purchased his business in Galveston, Texas. About an year later he married Florine Nordhaus and started a family. He had studied chemistry and become very knowable on formulas important to photography. He experimented and created some of his own formulas and inventions that were never patented. He just gave these away to large businesses. He photographed many famous people such as Jack London, Jack Johnson, Theodore Roosevelt, Benjamin Harrison, John Philip Sousa, and General Miles. He took home several awards such as the Cramer Prize of 1894 from the Saint Louis Photo Convention. He and his family survived the 1900 Hurricane of Galveston and he went on to photograph a great deal of the aftermath. In 1903, San Antonio he entered three photographs and won a gold prize for The Three Best Interiors. Then he was given the Wollensak Trophy in 1919 for an invention. He was a charter member of The Photographers Association of Texas and has been president of the club. In 1935, the national association gave him a lifetime membership. During his membership of the Photographers Association of America he coined a phrase which was taken as their slogan and used in many national advertising campaigns. After more than sixty years of being in the photography business he retired in 1945. The largest collection of his work is housed in the Rosenberg Library in Galveston, Texas.
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The following was read at Henry's funeral:
Henry H. Morris - Age 87
Died Jan. 1, 1956
Funeral Jan. 3, 4:30 P.M.
Heb. Ben. Soc. Cem-Levy Br
It is our sad duty to come here at the beginning of this new year to bid farewell and lay to rest the mortal remains of our late beloved husband, father and brother in Israel, Henry H. Morris. Scarcely had the old year ended, when his spirit soared to begin the new year in a new life, the life of immortality which knows no mortal bounds.
Of Henry Morris we could truly say, "Blessed were you in your coming into this world, and blessed have you been in your exit from this world". If we are living on borrowed time, and must daily offer our thanks to God for an extra portion of His mercy, after we have passed the allotted time of three score years and ten, the surely Henry Morris must have been especially blessed in having been granted nearly a quarter of life-time in which to enjoy health, happiness and family life.
In one of the choice blessings in Jewish life is to have a long life together with the wife of thy youth, then surely Henry Morris was blessed, in far surpassing his golden anniversary and nearly reaching the sixty-fourth anniversary spent together almost constantly with his devoted and attentive wife, Florine, by his side.
One of the Biblical blessings from the story of Creation is the fruitfulness of man -- here again, Henry Morris rejoiced just a few weeks ago in the birth of his great-grandson, the first boy to be born in the family in three generations.
If one of the choice blessings we all seek from God is good health, then again did Henry Morris have reason to offer daily prayers of thanksgiving, for his entire lifetime was relatively free from illness, and even his last illness was free from pain, so that he was able to eat and talk and smile and fondle his wife's tresses, as he wont to do each day, up to almost the very last moment of life.
If one of our blessings is t be able to enjoy the fruit of our labors, then Henry Morris, through his reputation earned in this community, the prizes gained by examples of his photography, and the honors bestowed upon him by the members of the photographic profession nationally, could delight in the work of his hands and his eyes.
Thus, in truth can we say today, Henry Morris, "Boruch atch b'voecho Boruch atch b'tsaysecho." Blessed were ye in your coming into this world -- many -- times blessed are you in your departure."
We, of Temple B'nai Israel are sorrowful at the loss of such a long-time and faithful member. We of the Temple Men's Club, will especially miss the smiling countenance, the little jokes, of Henry Morris, the brother of our club who refused to grow old, who always felt at home with the young fellows because he never lost contact with the joys of life and of living.
To his sorrowing mate and family, we can pray that in the kindly remembrance of your loved one, in the counting of his blessings and yours, in your thankfulness to God for the many years of happiness which He granted to your husband, father and grandfather to dwell in your midst, and the years He granted to you in which to enjoy these family relationships, may the burden of your sorrow be lifted and light cast away the gloom of parting.
When Henry Morris and his wife were interviewed by a newspaper reporter on their sixty-second wedding anniversary, he explained how he had been able to enjoy life over such a long period of time, and I believe that his outlook is one that we might do well to adopt for ourselves. He said: "I always think about yesterday as a cancelled check, tomorrow as a promissory note -- today is ready cash, so spend it. Make the best use of each day as it comes along." May all of his tomorrows offer the promise of the joy of immortality, to one who so enjoyed mortality.
Today And if tomorrow shall be sad
Or never come at all, I've had
At least today!
This little strip of light
'Twixt night and night
Let me keep bright
Today!
And let no shadow of tomorrow,
Nor sorrow from the dead yesterday,
Gainsay my happiness today!
And if tomorrow shall be sad
Or never come at all! I've had
At least today!
Author Unknown
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The following was read at Henry's funeral:
Henry H. Morris - Age 87
Died Jan. 1, 1956
Funeral Jan. 3, 4:30 P.M.
Heb. Ben. Soc. Cem-Levy Br
It is our sad duty to come here at the beginning of this new year to bid farewell and lay to rest the mortal remains of our late beloved husband, father and brother in Israel, Henry H. Morris. Scarcely had the old year ended, when his spirit soared to begin the new year in a new life, the life of immortality which knows no mortal bounds.
Of Henry Morris we could truly say, "Blessed were you in your coming into this world, and blessed have you been in your exit from this world". If we are living on borrowed time, and must daily offer our thanks to God for an extra portion of His mercy, after we have passed the allotted time of three score years and ten, the surely Henry Morris must have been especially blessed in having been granted nearly a quarter of life-time in which to enjoy health, happiness and family life.
In one of the choice blessings in Jewish life is to have a long life together with the wife of thy youth, then surely Henry Morris was blessed, in far surpassing his golden anniversary and nearly reaching the sixty-fourth anniversary spent together almost constantly with his devoted and attentive wife, Florine, by his side.
One of the Biblical blessings from the story of Creation is the fruitfulness of man -- here again, Henry Morris rejoiced just a few weeks ago in the birth of his great-grandson, the first boy to be born in the family in three generations.
If one of the choice blessings we all seek from God is good health, then again did Henry Morris have reason to offer daily prayers of thanksgiving, for his entire lifetime was relatively free from illness, and even his last illness was free from pain, so that he was able to eat and talk and smile and fondle his wife's tresses, as he wont to do each day, up to almost the very last moment of life.
If one of our blessings is t be able to enjoy the fruit of our labors, then Henry Morris, through his reputation earned in this community, the prizes gained by examples of his photography, and the honors bestowed upon him by the members of the photographic profession nationally, could delight in the work of his hands and his eyes.
Thus, in truth can we say today, Henry Morris, "Boruch atch b'voecho Boruch atch b'tsaysecho." Blessed were ye in your coming into this world -- many -- times blessed are you in your departure."
We, of Temple B'nai Israel are sorrowful at the loss of such a long-time and faithful member. We of the Temple Men's Club, will especially miss the smiling countenance, the little jokes, of Henry Morris, the brother of our club who refused to grow old, who always felt at home with the young fellows because he never lost contact with the joys of life and of living.
To his sorrowing mate and family, we can pray that in the kindly remembrance of your loved one, in the counting of his blessings and yours, in your thankfulness to God for the many years of happiness which He granted to your husband, father and grandfather to dwell in your midst, and the years He granted to you in which to enjoy these family relationships, may the burden of your sorrow be lifted and light cast away the gloom of parting.
When Henry Morris and his wife were interviewed by a newspaper reporter on their sixty-second wedding anniversary, he explained how he had been able to enjoy life over such a long period of time, and I believe that his outlook is one that we might do well to adopt for ourselves. He said: "I always think about yesterday as a cancelled check, tomorrow as a promissory note -- today is ready cash, so spend it. Make the best use of each day as it comes along." May all of his tomorrows offer the promise of the joy of immortality, to one who so enjoyed mortality.
Today And if tomorrow shall be sad
Or never come at all, I've had
At least today!
This little strip of light
'Twixt night and night
Let me keep bright
Today!
And let no shadow of tomorrow,
Nor sorrow from the dead yesterday,
Gainsay my happiness today!
And if tomorrow shall be sad
Or never come at all! I've had
At least today!
Author Unknown
Henry Hyams Morris, a prize winning American photographer and inventor, was the son of George and Ester Hyams Morris. Ester was the cousin to Judah Philip Benjamin, the brains of the Confederacy and right hand man to Jefferson Davis. Henry received a public school education and then went on to St. Mary's University. After graduation he entered his career as a photographer on the December 8, 1885. As quick as 1897 he was selling photos of the Battleship Texas out of his studio in Galveston, Texas. He took an apprentice with G. M. Deane and then about five years later he purchased his business in Galveston, Texas. About an year later he married Florine Nordhaus and started a family. He had studied chemistry and become very knowable on formulas important to photography. He experimented and created some of his own formulas and inventions that were never patented. He just gave these away to large businesses. He photographed many famous people such as Jack London, Jack Johnson, Theodore Roosevelt, Benjamin Harrison, John Philip Sousa, and General Miles. He took home several awards such as the Cramer Prize of 1894 from the Saint Louis Photo Convention. He and his family survived the 1900 Hurricane of Galveston and he went on to photograph a great deal of the aftermath. In 1903, San Antonio he entered three photographs and won a gold prize for The Three Best Interiors. Then he was given the Wollensak Trophy in 1919 for an invention. He was a charter member of The Photographers Association of Texas and has been president of the club. In 1935, the national association gave him a lifetime membership. During his membership of the Photographers Association of America he coined a phrase which was taken as their slogan and used in many national advertising campaigns. After more than sixty years of being in the photography business he retired in 1945. The largest collection of his work is housed in the Rosenberg Library in Galveston, Texas.
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The following was read at Henry's funeral:
Henry H. Morris - Age 87
Died Jan. 1, 1956
Funeral Jan. 3, 4:30 P.M.
Heb. Ben. Soc. Cem-Levy Br
It is our sad duty to come here at the beginning of this new year to bid farewell and lay to rest the mortal remains of our late beloved husband, father and brother in Israel, Henry H. Morris. Scarcely had the old year ended, when his spirit soared to begin the new year in a new life, the life of immortality which knows no mortal bounds.
Of Henry Morris we could truly say, "Blessed were you in your coming into this world, and blessed have you been in your exit from this world". If we are living on borrowed time, and must daily offer our thanks to God for an extra portion of His mercy, after we have passed the allotted time of three score years and ten, the surely Henry Morris must have been especially blessed in having been granted nearly a quarter of life-time in which to enjoy health, happiness and family life.
In one of the choice blessings in Jewish life is to have a long life together with the wife of thy youth, then surely Henry Morris was blessed, in far surpassing his golden anniversary and nearly reaching the sixty-fourth anniversary spent together almost constantly with his devoted and attentive wife, Florine, by his side.
One of the Biblical blessings from the story of Creation is the fruitfulness of man -- here again, Henry Morris rejoiced just a few weeks ago in the birth of his great-grandson, the first boy to be born in the family in three generations.
If one of the choice blessings we all seek from God is good health, then again did Henry Morris have reason to offer daily prayers of thanksgiving, for his entire lifetime was relatively free from illness, and even his last illness was free from pain, so that he was able to eat and talk and smile and fondle his wife's tresses, as he wont to do each day, up to almost the very last moment of life.
If one of our blessings is t be able to enjoy the fruit of our labors, then Henry Morris, through his reputation earned in this community, the prizes gained by examples of his photography, and the honors bestowed upon him by the members of the photographic profession nationally, could delight in the work of his hands and his eyes.
Thus, in truth can we say today, Henry Morris, "Boruch atch b'voecho Boruch atch b'tsaysecho." Blessed were ye in your coming into this world -- many -- times blessed are you in your departure."
We, of Temple B'nai Israel are sorrowful at the loss of such a long-time and faithful member. We of the Temple Men's Club, will especially miss the smiling countenance, the little jokes, of Henry Morris, the brother of our club who refused to grow old, who always felt at home with the young fellows because he never lost contact with the joys of life and of living.
To his sorrowing mate and family, we can pray that in the kindly remembrance of your loved one, in the counting of his blessings and yours, in your thankfulness to God for the many years of happiness which He granted to your husband, father and grandfather to dwell in your midst, and the years He granted to you in which to enjoy these family relationships, may the burden of your sorrow be lifted and light cast away the gloom of parting.
When Henry Morris and his wife were interviewed by a newspaper reporter on their sixty-second wedding anniversary, he explained how he had been able to enjoy life over such a long period of time, and I believe that his outlook is one that we might do well to adopt for ourselves. He said: "I always think about yesterday as a cancelled check, tomorrow as a promissory note -- today is ready cash, so spend it. Make the best use of each day as it comes along." May all of his tomorrows offer the promise of the joy of immortality, to one who so enjoyed mortality.
Today And if tomorrow shall be sad
Or never come at all, I've had
At least today!
This little strip of light
'Twixt night and night
Let me keep bright
Today!
And let no shadow of tomorrow,
Nor sorrow from the dead yesterday,
Gainsay my happiness today!
And if tomorrow shall be sad
Or never come at all! I've had
At least today!
Author Unknown
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The following was read at Henry's funeral:
Henry H. Morris - Age 87
Died Jan. 1, 1956
Funeral Jan. 3, 4:30 P.M.
Heb. Ben. Soc. Cem-Levy Br
It is our sad duty to come here at the beginning of this new year to bid farewell and lay to rest the mortal remains of our late beloved husband, father and brother in Israel, Henry H. Morris. Scarcely had the old year ended, when his spirit soared to begin the new year in a new life, the life of immortality which knows no mortal bounds.
Of Henry Morris we could truly say, "Blessed were you in your coming into this world, and blessed have you been in your exit from this world". If we are living on borrowed time, and must daily offer our thanks to God for an extra portion of His mercy, after we have passed the allotted time of three score years and ten, the surely Henry Morris must have been especially blessed in having been granted nearly a quarter of life-time in which to enjoy health, happiness and family life.
In one of the choice blessings in Jewish life is to have a long life together with the wife of thy youth, then surely Henry Morris was blessed, in far surpassing his golden anniversary and nearly reaching the sixty-fourth anniversary spent together almost constantly with his devoted and attentive wife, Florine, by his side.
One of the Biblical blessings from the story of Creation is the fruitfulness of man -- here again, Henry Morris rejoiced just a few weeks ago in the birth of his great-grandson, the first boy to be born in the family in three generations.
If one of the choice blessings we all seek from God is good health, then again did Henry Morris have reason to offer daily prayers of thanksgiving, for his entire lifetime was relatively free from illness, and even his last illness was free from pain, so that he was able to eat and talk and smile and fondle his wife's tresses, as he wont to do each day, up to almost the very last moment of life.
If one of our blessings is t be able to enjoy the fruit of our labors, then Henry Morris, through his reputation earned in this community, the prizes gained by examples of his photography, and the honors bestowed upon him by the members of the photographic profession nationally, could delight in the work of his hands and his eyes.
Thus, in truth can we say today, Henry Morris, "Boruch atch b'voecho Boruch atch b'tsaysecho." Blessed were ye in your coming into this world -- many -- times blessed are you in your departure."
We, of Temple B'nai Israel are sorrowful at the loss of such a long-time and faithful member. We of the Temple Men's Club, will especially miss the smiling countenance, the little jokes, of Henry Morris, the brother of our club who refused to grow old, who always felt at home with the young fellows because he never lost contact with the joys of life and of living.
To his sorrowing mate and family, we can pray that in the kindly remembrance of your loved one, in the counting of his blessings and yours, in your thankfulness to God for the many years of happiness which He granted to your husband, father and grandfather to dwell in your midst, and the years He granted to you in which to enjoy these family relationships, may the burden of your sorrow be lifted and light cast away the gloom of parting.
When Henry Morris and his wife were interviewed by a newspaper reporter on their sixty-second wedding anniversary, he explained how he had been able to enjoy life over such a long period of time, and I believe that his outlook is one that we might do well to adopt for ourselves. He said: "I always think about yesterday as a cancelled check, tomorrow as a promissory note -- today is ready cash, so spend it. Make the best use of each day as it comes along." May all of his tomorrows offer the promise of the joy of immortality, to one who so enjoyed mortality.
Today And if tomorrow shall be sad
Or never come at all, I've had
At least today!
This little strip of light
'Twixt night and night
Let me keep bright
Today!
And let no shadow of tomorrow,
Nor sorrow from the dead yesterday,
Gainsay my happiness today!
And if tomorrow shall be sad
Or never come at all! I've had
At least today!
Author Unknown
