Uncle Charlie taught me how to read a topographic map, how to identify a bird by its call, and how to be comfortable being the smartest person in the room without making anyone feel small.
3 years ago
January 24, 1950 – April 2, 2023 · 73 years
"Curiosity was his compass. Kindness was his north star."
Uncle Charlie taught me how to read a topographic map, how to identify a bird by its call, and how to be comfortable being the smartest person in the room without making anyone feel small.
3 years ago
I am a biologist because of Mr. Morrison. I told him that the year before he died. He cried, then said: Well, don't make me regret it. That was him exactly.
3 years ago
He let us dissect owl pellets on the first day of class every year. It was disgusting and we loved it. He knew exactly what he was doing.
3 years ago
Charlie, you were my partner, my best friend, and the funniest person I have ever known. Thirty years wasn't enough. Nothing would have been enough.
3 years ago
Professor Tornado. I haven't thought about that nickname in twenty years, and now I can't stop smiling. He earned it every single class.
3 years ago
He assigned us to go outside and just observe — a tree, a puddle, a bug — for an hour and write about it. I thought it was silly. Now I think it was the most important thing I learned in school.
3 years ago
Charlie Morrison could make a room full of teenagers excited about plate tectonics. That is not nothing. That is extraordinary.
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