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In last years catalog, we remembered the late Orval Gilletta man well-known in California and across the country for his coaching, teaching and sportsmanshipin a special dedication page. This year, we turn to the memory of another sporting greatone who very few of you who read this will have ever met or of whom you have even heard. He was my father, Lawrence Bill Morris. What, you may ask, puts Bill Morris on a par with someone who has held national records, won medals and coached international champions to victory? He did none of these things himself. Without fanfare, this unassuming man got his start in Ogden, Utah, where he attended high school, his sporting pursuits amounted to no more than playing on the high school basketball team, hunting and fishing. Soon after graduation, he buckled down, pursuing a career in the newspaper business as a printer and department foreman. Like most men of his day, he married young and headed to Southern California where there was a job and a future waiting. He and his wife, Thora, raised four children in their Burbank home, all the while working long hours to provide for their needs. Surely, there could be some better reason than a personal relationship with me, the owner of this business, to feature such a man in the front of the On Track catalog. After all, Bill Morris was a contributor to our success here, providing the skills of an experienced machinist and craftsman to produce such products as our On Track hurdles. His inventive nature was often put to work helping creatively maintain and repair equipment valuable to our business. I say there is no better reason to acknowledge this man than the awesome support I received from him as steadfast parent, and what that meant to me as his child, as well as a successful athlete. What he knew of Track and Field he learned with me and my brothers as we competed for imaginary pole vaulting championships in our Burbank backyard, and later as we put this play into real-life competition from junior high school through college and beyond. He was at every track meet with his old 8 millimeter home movie camera, catching our falling poles, providing us with whatever helpful information he could. His presence was so constant that many of the other athletes, assuming that he must be on the school payroll, called him Coach Morris. In short, he was always there for us. Dad passed away this past November, 1997, and although he never, in his 87 years, stood on an award stand to accept a coveted medal, or accepted high-paid speaking engagements to reflect on celebrated coaching accomplishments, Id like to take this opportunity to sing his praises to you, my fellow sportsmen and women and Track and field coaches. And I encourage you to also reflect upon the unconditional support a parent, teacher, coach or loved one has unselfishly given you to help ensure your successes. May we all have at least one person in the stands cheering for us like Bill Morris. |
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