A service honoring the life of Lonnie J. Morris will be held at 2 p.m. on Sunday, July 18, 2021, at First United Pentecostal Church Denham Springs. Visitation will begin at 1 p.m. Interment with Military Honors will be held the following Monday, July 19, 2021, 11:00 am, at Louisiana National Cemetery.
Lonnie was born in Rayville, LA, on January 29, 1949, to the union of Lonnie Scheon and Ruth Tschampel Morris and departed from this life on Thursday, July 8, 2021, at Ochsner Medical Center O’Neal Campus in Baton Rouge at the age of 72 years.
He was retired from the U.S. Postal Service, served with the U. S. Air Force, graduated from Istrouma High School, and was a devoted, faithful member of First United Pentecostal Church Denham Springs. He enjoyed fishing, engaging in conversations, visiting his family and friends, and researching his genealogy. Lonnie had a huge heart of caring, compassion, and helping others. His family will always remember him as being a sugar junkie and a “horrible” driver! He is preceded in death by his parents.
He is survived by his siblings: Ivory John Morris and his wife, Linda, Deborah Morris Drago and her husband, Jake, and Karen Morris Guillot and her husband, Lind. He is also survived by nieces and nephews: Jacob, Angelina, Julianna, Craig, and Erika, as well as great nieces, nephews, and, of course, his beloved church family.
In lieu of flowers, memorial gifts are preferred to First United Pentecostal Church, Denham Springs.
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Lonnie and I were 16 months apart. He was probably the most intelligent of his siblings. When we were in high school, he somehow conned Mom into making me write his autobiography, which was, of course, my autobiography. The teacher gave him an A+ and said HE had the makings of a Pulitzer Prize winner.
Little-known tidbit: somewhere around 1968, he played guitar with some of the members of the band, “ The Grass Roots.” He had a role in composing the background music for the song “Midnight Confession.”
I could go on and on, reminiscing. Suffice it to say I’m hurting. He was my little big brother. I always felt like he needed my protection, even when he didn’t. I love, you, Lonnie, even though I truly believe you are at peace and making a joyful noise unto the Lord.
I love you “little” brother, I’m not sure why I always referred to you as “little” brother. Probably because you were the youngest of the males in our family.
You and I shared our love of fishing, which is something we inherited from Mom and Dad. The bank of the bayou. in LaCombe, was where we felt most at peace. Your heart was most content when there. You talked about your catch, the fishes stature and girth. I’ll picture you no other way than with a pole in your hand. It was all about the thrill of the catch. Yet not every fishing excursion was successful. But being together was worth it.
I sit here wondering what to do because there’s no one to replace you. When you think of me while you are up in heaven, think of how much you meant to me. I will always love you no matter how long its been, since your life came to an end.
When Lonnie was a boy he discovered my Mom’s food bins in our kitchen. There where pull out bins for flours, sugar, and salt. Each had a scoop in it. Well, he would sneak a scoop of sugar when he thought no one was watching.
One day before the Morris family arrived, my Dad exchanged the salt and sugar bins! When Lonnie decided to sneak a scoop of ‘sugar’, he ended up with a big scoop of salt instead. We all had a good laugh. You can imagine, Lonnie didn’t. But even then he was a prankster and eventually thought it was funny.
Lydia Mazzullo
I remember him as a very kind and gentle soul.
Bro Lonnie, so sad to hear that you have left us so soon, but I have great memories of all the fun times we shared and all the picking we did at each other. I probably over done it a little bit, but I know you enjoyed it as well. Sure do appreciate all the help you gave us at church. No matter what it was , you did it willing no matter when ask and all that trash you took out for me, lol, oh my goodness😊 you were a good friend to me and will think of you often. It was hard at work you not being there, but I’m so happy you are in a better place. You’ve been talking about going home often and someday we will all join you and be together as a church family again. 😊🌹
RIP dear Lonnie.
Your family and friends are in my thoughts and prayers during this difficult time.