About my grandma. Sarah Frances Morgan, 77



This morning I woke up and was talking to my dad, having breakfast. My mom came in and got the paper and showed me an article the Atlanta Journal and Constitution wrote about grandmother. The link to the article is here below:Sarah Frances Morgan, 77, loved Georgia's mountains | ajc.com

But for those that may not have a subscription, you can read the article here:

By HOLLY CRENSHAW
The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
Published on: 12/15/05

Every summer, Fran Morgan welcomed visitors to the North Georgia mountains as if the peaks were her home. She loved them so dearly, she probably felt they were.

"For 10 years after my dad retired, they volunteered to stay all summer at Waters Creek and DeSoto Falls as camp hosts, greeting campers and answering questions and making friends," said her daughter Lynn McIntyre of Roswell.

"Camping like that, where people trust each other and there are no security systems, people behave in a more neighborly fashion. There's this great democratic thing that happens where people talk and get to know each other at a campsite if you have the right spirit, and my mother definitely did.

"We spent many nights around the camp fire listening to great doses of common-sense wisdom being dispensed with s'mores perched on our laps."

Sarah Frances Morgan, 77, of Tucker died of complications from a brain tumor on Sunday at DeKalb General Hospital. The body was cremated. The memorial service is 3 p.m. Sunday at Harmony Grove United Methodist Church. Wages & Sons Funeral Home, Gwinnett Chapel, is in charge of arrangements.

Mrs. Morgan grew up in Pompano Beach, Fla., when it was still largely rural and she could ride her horse on the beach and indulge her love of the outdoors.

After she graduated in 1950 from Wesleyan College in Macon, she moved with her husband, Guy P. "Mickey" Morgan, to the Miami suburb of Hialeah.

Whenever they could, the couple piled their four children in a Chevy station wagon and drove to the North Georgia mountains to camp — first with a tent, then with a pop-up camper, then with a small trailer as their home base. Sometimes Mrs. Morgan would fry up the rainbow trout her husband caught for supper. Other times, she'd set up her easel and paint watercolors of grazing horses and cool, rushing streams and vivid flowers.

After her husband's death, she moved to Tucker in 1999 and formed a tight network of church friends. She devoured books like candy, especially favorite authors like Jan Karon, and never slowed down with her artwork, her daughter said.

"She always had a sketch pad with her," she said. "I gave her a miniature set of watercolors, and she'd pull that out at a moment's notice and sit down and start painting. She was completely devoted to it, anytime and anywhere."

A favorite coffee shop in Tucker, the Alcove, was one of the places she would settle in and whip out her paints.

"I think they would all see my mom more often than I would," her daughter said.

"She definitely loved to eat — that was one of her favorite things," said her son, Dean Morgan of Atlanta. "She'd go from a meal to a cup of coffee to another meal, and she visited most of the fine dining establishments of Tucker, like Matthews cafeteria and the Alcove. That's how she spent most of her time: church outings, church meetings and church eatings."

Survivors include another daughter, Bonnie Chislett of Atlanta; another son, Scott Morgan of Fair Play, S.C.; a sister, Ann Allison of Pompano Beach; a brother, Joe Allison of Pompano Beach; and 11 grandchildren.

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