Sherry Ann Morgan - SERVICE RESCHEDULED

It is with great joyfulness that I tell you that on this day, November 25th in the year of our Lord and Savior 2025 that I have joined my loved ones in heaven. Those proceeding me in death are my darling and devoted husband of 71 years, Art Morgan, as well as my parents, William Murrey Bunnell and Edna Kathryn Buckles Bunnell. Also waiting for me, my irrepressible brother, Jerry Bunnell, my sweet and loving son, Gerry Michael Morgan and vivacious grandson, Joseph Michael Haskins.

I am sorry that I must leave behind two loving and devoted daughters, Kathryn Marie Morgan Newby and Candee Morgan Haskins as well as the husbands who have loved my daughters, Terry Newby and Rick Haskins. Our children have been a blessing to Art and I, and we never once thought of putting ourselves over their needs. Our grandchildren include the elder granddaughter, Erica Lynn Newby Smith and her little sister, Sherry Louise Newby Cardwell with the enduring love they share for their husbands' Wayne Smith and Shannon Cardwell. Who in turn passed the Morgan/Bunnell genes down to Seth Newby, Siera Newby, Morgan Smith and Melody Smith. I'll especially miss my sister-in-law, Shirley Kay Spear Bunnell, who was more like a sister to me in all the years we've shared. Additionally, there are many nieces, nephews and cousins.

On a hot August 10th of 1931, I was born in a Chicago hospital and named Sherry Ann Bunnell. It was in the midst of the Great Depression, and Dad was working any job he could find. When I was two years old, Mom and Dad moved back to Chalmers, Indiana, to live with my grandpa, Harvey Buckles. There, I became a big sister when my little brother, Jerry was born. Jerry was the apple of our eye and we doted on him. Our family farmed, grew crops, raised livestock and had a kitchen garden. Eventually Mom and Dad were able to find a place of our own in East Monticello.

I went to school in Monticello and made friends easily. After graduation, I attended college that allowed me to get a job as a nursing assistant at a psychiatric hospital in Logansport. It was there that I met a dashing young man who would become the love of my life, Art Morgan. Raised in Ohio, he was currently in a work-study program that gave him a job as an orderly at the same hospital as I. We were married on a warm spring day in April of 1952 in the back yard of my parents home in East Monticello. We were attended by Doris Pearcy and Emmett Smith and our guests were my parents, Art's parents, Ernest and Elizabeth Morgan and Art's little brother, Lee Morgan. 

When Art was drafted into the Korean War, I returned to my parents home in East Monticello where our first child Kathy was born a short time later. When Art returned home, we rented an apartment in Lafayette where Art found work at various businesses including delivering bread in the wee hours of the morning. We struggled financially but worked hard and eventually got a small home in a new subdivision near a park and a good school. The family grew when our second child Mike was born. 

In 1958 Mom developed life threatening cancer, so Dad offered a piece of their property to us if we were to return to East Monticello for her care. We purchased a ranch home kit and started construction on our new home on the lot adjacent to Mom and Dad. Art continued to commute to Lafayette where he had been working as a type-setter at the Lafeyette Journal and Courier daily newspaper. I spent my days raising my children and caring for Mom until she died in the winter of 1959 . In the winter of 1960 our last child Candace was born.

With the age of computers, Art lost his job as a type-setter at the Journal & Courier so he went to work as a sales representative for the family business, Antioch Bookplate Company. He had a large territory to cover and sometimes I would go with him where we experienced many wonderful or frightening adventures. One particular occasion was a snow storm that shut-down highways and we spent several days at a southern Michigan motel. There were other stranded travelers, and we all worked together and helped one another, even building life long friendships.

Art and I spent our retirement years traveling to places we'd always wanted to go. Some of our favorite destinations were New York City where we saw Phantom of the Opera on Broadway and Pasadena CA where we toured the complex where the floats for the Rose Parade were created and watched the incredible cavalcade from the stands. We've strolled botanical gardens and monuments across North America. We've toured Ireland, where I kissed the Blarney Stone and Art tried out the local ales. We love rail travel and did that as often as we could, often in other countries. We enjoyed the slow paced river boat cruises of Europe and traveled the Rhine, the Thames and the Danube rivers. Oh the fun we had on the paddle boats of the Missouri, Ohio and Mississippi rivers. Art would get a kick out of the way people jogging along the shore would pass the boat. For our sixtieth anniversary, we took our children and their spouses on a seven day sea cruise to the Panama Canal; such a wonderful time was had by all and a few years later, we enjoyed the company of almost all the Morgan family on a celebratory Alaskan cruise. For years, we'd travel to where Mike lived near Boston and Candee lives in New Mexico seeing things you can't see anywhere else.

Art and I enjoyed over seventy years of marriage, we raised three honest and well adjusted children and lived in the home that we built for almost sixty years. We had friends from our local churches, garden club, library and Friends of the Library boards. We opened our home for holiday and social gatherings to our friends here in our community and made friends from across the country through our travels as sales representatives and retirees. Please do not be sad for me for my life has been blessed and I have known love. I rejoice in reuniting with those I've loved and finding peace with God and his Son. Be good to one another, don't be quick to anger, think of me often and smile.

“Come to me, all you who labor....and I will give you rest” Matthew 11:28.

The Memorial service has been scheduled for Monday, April 6th, 2026 at 10:30 am at Monticello United Methodist Church with Pastor Justin Cason officiating.

A dedication and renaming of the program room at the Monticello Union Township Public Library to Art and Sherry will take place at 1:00 pm

Memorial contributions are encouraged to the Monticello United Methodist Church or Friends of the Library, Monticello Union Township Public Library.

Friends and family are encouraged to share a photo, a memory, or messages of condolence at www.springervoorhisdraper.com.

Springer-Voorhis-Draper Funeral Home of Monticello is entrusted with care.