Mary Lou Morris was my great aunt, one of many, but one who nevertheless made an indelible impression on me. This is in spite of the fact that it has been so long that I cannot remember the last time I was actually in her presence. When I was struggling with phonics in the first grade (51 years ago), she tutored me at her dining room table and ended up teaching me how to read with proficiency. The love of reading mentioned in her obituary was likely passed on to me directly from Mary Lou. She was a woman of staunch conviction about right and wrong, and was unafraid of acting on it. (I will never forget the day she sent home an older brother of a classmate of mine because he showed up at school wearing a tee-shirt with a message that could be taken as blasphemous.) Nevertheless, I remember her being patient and indulgent towards my own immaturity. Rom 838-39.