Mary B. Morris - age: 90
(August 06, 1930 to July 03, 2021
)
Resident of
Old Orchard Beach, Maine
Obituary:
Old Orchard Beach- Mary B. Morris, 90, died unexpectedly July 3, 2021 at Maine Medical Center. She was born August 6, 1930 in Buxton, the daughter of Zeba Junkins and Georgiana (Marstin) Junkins. Mair leaves behind her beloved husband Marlin, her daughter Jane, son Herm, and “Favorite Daughter” Judy. Grandchildren Casey and his wife Autumn, Angelia, and great grandchildren Lilah, Cameron, Tucker, Kyra, Zack and many extended family and friends.
Mair enjoyed her younger years roaming through Buxton with her siblings and raising hell down the Saco River to her favorite spot at Pleasant Point. The Saco River left many fond memories for Mair that she got to experience with a family of her own that she didn't know would exist until she met Marlin Morris.
Mair met Marlin through family and friends on the Junkins’ homestead one evening for dinner. A couple years later, Mair moved in with her grandmother Blanch on Portland Ave right down the street from Marlin. It wasn't long after that a group of friends with Mair and Marlin traveled to Fort Fairfield to pick potatoes. But potatoes weren't the only thing they were picking! In the middle of the town, Marlin and Mary exchanged their vows on September 25, 1949. Following the love that grew, they were blessed with two children; Mary Jane Morris on August 20th, 1950 and Marlin (Herm) A. Morris Jr on July 21st, 1958.
As a mother, Mair worked long days in Pine Point shucking clams and raising Jane and Herm. According to Herm and Jane she was a woman who only knew the word “NO”! She was known for her baked stuffed haddock and baked goodies-when she wanted to cook! She tested her driving skills by staying on the lawn, but the pool, side of the house and shed say otherwise.
During her 72 years of marriage to Marlin, she enjoyed traveling to Aruba, Upton and to Canada with friends. Riding on the back of the Indian, reading, breaking rules and testing every limit she could.
As Mair became older she enjoyed watching the traffic go by from the garage with a cup of coffee. She was stubborn and determined to give anyone a hard time just because she wanted to ruffle your feathers, but ended the conversation with “I love you and don't you forget it boy, always will.” Her smile and eyes were gentle and her heart was warm to everything in this world. If you received a call from the old bag next door or down the hill, she was calling just to say Hi and mention that there are too many damn people on Portland Ave or wished that the weather was better even though it would be 85 and sunny with no clouds. She was fond of her family and friends. Her love for them is endless and will continue on with our memories in each of us
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