In Memory

Morris Goan

Morris Sergeant Goan


Nov. 22, 1948


Aug. 9, 1995


Inscription: Constructionman, U.S. Navy


Arlington National Cemetery
Arlington Arlington County
Virginia, USA
Plot: Columbarium 4 G-24-4


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03/01/17 02:18 PM #1    

Steve Janich

Early morning paper delivery, you going to Helena to be a Page at the Legislature. Granny Goan"s Spanish Mansion above Pioneer Park. The Dude Rancher lunches instead of Lincolns Cafeteria.. You were always very bright,outgoing and loving life. Your time @ Greeley ,Co. the Coca Cola Plant..The VW Bus. Flying back from Nam and learning Jeff Uhren's body was being brought home on your flight. Your PTSD issues after Nam were a struggle...You were a good man.. Morrie...Your friend always..

04/22/17 11:37 AM #2    

John Armstrong

I could write a book on my time spent with Morrie. After our military services were complete, Morrie bought an old house in Red Lodge for $3K. I was working in Denver, had just bought my passport, and was headed to Europe to look up Ron Schuster (West High '67 in England) and Charles Lunde (in France). I thought I would take a quick trip in my VW van to visit my old friends in Montana before I left. I remember driving up to Red Lodge with Greg Guidice and Jim Newell to visit Morrie and celebrate new year's eve. There I encountered Patty Scheel SH '68, JG Powell SH '66 (husband and wife at the time), and Steve Fritz (West High '66) living with Morrie. They were all ski instructors and were encouraging me to stay and ski bum for the winter. What iced the deal was when Morrie offered me a room for $30 a month and a free ski pass. He had purchased one and had decided on bigger plans for the winter outside of Montana. I spent the winter skiing Monday through Friday like it was my job. So, my life plans took a big turn in direction. I have to say it was the most fun winter of my life. Sherry Cox and mumerous others had decided to do the same thing. It was an amazing time of freedom and fun as ski bums. RIP Morris Goan!

06/07/17 07:40 PM #3    

James Jovanovich

Morrie was just one of those people that you were always glad to see. He was my best friend for a good part of my life. He had an absolute gusto for all life had to offer, times with him were explorations, whether physical, intellectual, culinary, or nearly any sphere of experience that caught his fancy. True, loyal and brave as well. Let me share a memory of one my adventures with Morrie that typifies what I mean.

In late1981 I was unemployed, near Christmas I saw Morrie in Bozeman, he was due to head to his "second home" in the Phillipines after Christmas and invited me over.  Why not? So I flew to Manila in February. In Customs a uniformed officer informed me that I would need to pay an entrance fee, I forget how much, $20 or $30; while I was haggling with no luck I heard Morrrie's booming voice screaming from behind the chain link fence delineating the customs area, "Leave him alone you ###### ###er! Don't pay! he's shaking you down!" Which indeed he was(corruption, I soon found, was a way of life there). I gathered my bags and tore away, glad to have his lead else I would have surely thought it legitimate and paid.

And so began over two weeks of amazing adventures. Long nights drinking, discussing the relative influences of Spain, the Catholic Church, and the USA since 1898 on the Phillipines, women, vietnam, consciousness, could we accept civilization or settle for beer,  all those things you can ramble on about when you're young.We cruised the bars of Manila, the red light districts of Angeles and Olangapo cities, toured Clark airbase, rented a car, drove through the countryside to the foothills of Mt Pinatubo telling ourselves we'd like to climb it, or make contact with the  New People's Army, ate dog at roadside stands (a more utilitarian view of canines than ours has evolved in the Phillipines), ate wildly varied food at the local eateries . We drove to the mountain town of Bontoc, stayed in the Pines hotel, and all along the way when Morrie's keen eye would detect a potential cultivar growing near the road, he would stop to gather seed  for breeding hybrids in his  horticultural ventures home in California. From Bontoc we drove an incredible road to Banaue, drank beer with the locals, hiked among the rice paddies, the tourist stuff. There were three old men in native dress, importuning us to pay them to pose with us in a photo. What the hell, Morrie said, it's how they make their living.

So I gave them a few bucks and took this picture:

Fabulous.  I really miss him.

07/14/18 07:11 PM #4    

Kerry Lineback (Donohoe)


I was his friend, more importantly he was my friend. I met Morris as I liked to call him on an introduction to business class at the University of Northern Colorado the first week of school, we became really close friends. He was the most interesting, bright, cracy, brave and curious man I have ever run accross. The day I met him he invited me to a party at Lewis Ormands apartment, and the party was on. He was generous, adventurous, loved his interest in religions. He would disappear suddendly and one day return. Happiness was being able to say "MORRIS", where have you been. We had a most interesting group of friends, everyone loved him. We travelled the west together, stay at the communes in Taos N.M. for months at a time. Got into rows with the local rednecks. Went to some stoned out concerts. He was a most original free thinker. We put miles on his VW bus, thousands. One of my worst loses was losing track of Morrie. Over the years, I have wondered. Now I know. When I return to DC I will go give him a visit. and say Morris now I know. Love you man.


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