As I told a friend of mine, “’Adulting’ seems to be getting more and more difficult as we get older.” That’s because another fixture from my childhood has taken up residency in Heaven, as Alice Morgan passed away on October 17, 2017 in Crescent City, California.
On September 16, 1931, she was born in the Moses Creek area of Jackson County, North Carolina to Mary Jane and Jefferson Buchanan. Alice married Earl Morgan on July 1, 1948.
The Morgan’s moved to Klamath, California, in 1952 and later to Crescent City in 2014. They were blessed with son Jeff on their 15th wedding anniversary in 1963.
My first memories of Alice are through her husband, Earl. He was the Post Master in Klamath, for many years.
In fact, after the 1964 Christmas Flood that wiped out the town of Klamath for a second-time that year, the post office moved to the old Brizard’s building at the end of Redwood Drive. The Morgan’s lived across the parking lot and the street from there in the ‘big, white house,’ as it was known to us kids.
Having retired several years ago, she did not slow down. When Alice saw a need in the church and the community she took care of it.
She was an active member of the First Baptist Church of Crescent City, serving as Women’s Missions president, a Sunday School teacher an outreach leader, along with volunteering and ministering at the Crescent City Nursing and Rehab Center. She was also a senior Pen Pal to school children for many years, rang the bell for the Salvation Army, a member of the Redwood Cruiser Car Club, PTA, and RSVP program.
Alice worked at Trees of Mystery for many years where she worked with my mother. Alice also was a teacher’s assistant for 25 years, a number of those years spent at Margaret Keating School where Jeff and my brother Adam attended the same classes together.
Being raised in a Democrat home, she joined the Republican party, serving as Vice President, President and Chaplain of the Del Norte Republican Women. Alice also was a chairman of her district of the Republican Central Committee and held many open houses for candidates.
The final time I saw Alice was in July 2017, where we sat and talked and even prayed together. Even then, in the face of her illness she smiled and told me not to “worry about her. Worry about Earl and Jeff, if you must worry.”
Jus’ reflecting back on those too few hours, I feel tears slipping down my face. What an example to follow.
She’s survived by her husband Earl, son Jefferson and wife Sharae, foster son Mike Brown, sister-in-law Dot Buchanan, many nephews and nieces and a host of friends. Alice was preceded in death by her parents, brothers Huey Fremont, Claude Buchanan, sister Barbara and her Uncle and Aunt John and Lyda Wood.