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I am sorry to hear of the loss of your father, Barr Morris. I worked for four summers at the Lake George Club (1969-1972) and he hired me along with several other fraternity brothers from Alpha Delta Omega at Hartwick College. Several others from those years still remain in contact with one another and lasting bonds of friendship were made because of his generosity and trust in us to return for our summers at Lake George. May he truly rest in peace, remembering the words from the Book of the Revelations, Chapter 21, verses 1-5.

As Trip Director and Head Counsellor of Camp Timlo for many years (1965-1976), I spent many summers and a couple winters in the company of the Morris family. I truely loved Barr. He is the most memorable person I have ever met. We spent hundreds of hours attending to the details of running the Timlo Camp toward its end. I will remember many of the trips we made together and the many times he visited me in Indiana and South Carolina.
The most memorable trip was the day just prior to the start of camp in the early 1970's he brought me a stack of certified checks to go to the court in Albany to "buy the camp." We went in two cars, just to be sure we made it in time. When we arrived, the judge asked for funds to pay the bankers funds due and I was to give only a check or two, as required. Before the judge would let me leave, I had handed him all of the checks and only then would he allow us to get back to the job of running the camp. Thanks to friends of the camp, we were able to get the doors open for another season. We had more than one season and I watched him develop the new Pine Log Camp on the new Timlo property as a last effort to keep the dream of a co-ed camp alive. The summer I left to take a year-around job in South Carolina, I learned that the "bankers" won and the camp was closed.
It was a loss for all of the memories of years of campers and counselors. But mostly, it was a loss for everyone who know Barr Morris and his family and the influence they had on hundreds of lives through the years as they experienced the traditions of Camp Timlo and Pine Log. The world will never be the same because of this tragic loss. In memory of Camp Timlo, I am in the process of hosting a Web site with pictures and memoribilia for those who loved the Camp on Trout Lake. It will be live on the Web some time by the end of this summer 2012, with permission and support of the Morris family.

May Barr Morris Rest-in-Peace after his extremely difficult struggle with Altzheimer's Disease. My Polish-French father-in-law died of complications to this disease, as well in 2009. Barr Morris was a very vibrant and positive person bringing so much joy to thousands of campers like myself, my sister Anne & brother Peter with Camp Timlo and Pine Log Camps. Such a good-hearted man with good intentions making these two summer camps run like clock work making them sports & wilderness paradises!!! I spent 6 fun-filled summers at Camp Timlo sailing, playing tennis, and a variety of sports, and taking trips into the wilderness, most notably RACQUETTE RIVER CANOE TRIP (108 miles of paddling & portaging). Great memories and experiences that have helped form the person I am today....

I remember Barr from Camp Timlo. I went from cabin 3 through cabin 10 and was a C.I.T my last year there in 1966. Barr treated us to a steak dinner at the end of the camping season. We made a bed of wood coals in the ground just down from the new ball field and buried the steaks. They were great! A few years ago I found out that the camp was no longer in business. It was a sad day to say the least.

My father died from complications of alzheimers. It's one of the most cruel diseases I know of. It's my greatest hope a cure is found for it. My prayers for anyone living with this disease and the toll it takes on them and their family.

Dear Dad,
Your tribute match went very well.
Final Score:
JMB 6 6
SLS 3 2
The patented Barr Morris killer backspin would have done you proud.
Love,
Jeff

I'm extremely grateful for Karo Syrup. If it weren't for Karo Syrup we never would have met.
Barr was born two months premature and in 1927, that was a big thing. The doctors didn't really expect him to live. He was in an incubator for the first month of his life and wouldn't keep any formula down. The nurses tried all variations and he just wouldn't take it. Somebody thought of mixing Karo Syrup with water and he liked it. It's what kept him alive.
So if it hadn't been for Karo Syrup, Barr and I never would have met in that elevator at the Penn Sheraton in Pittsburgh in 1961. And my Life would not have changed forever.
Happy Birthday Barr, I Love you forever
"Marg"

Happy Birthday, Dad!! I love you and miss you so much!
I'm thinking of you today and always.
Lots of Love,
Dory
xo

Happy Birthday, Dad! You know I'm one of your biggest fans, and I will be playing a tennis match tonight with the exact same Tony Trabert graphite tennis racket that you used 30 years ago, small head and all. I play this evening's match in your honor, and every backhand, backspun winner will be dedicated to you. As anyone who ever played against you will attest, your backspin was devastating, and I owe all my backhand ability to you. Thank you for everything you have given me - which is so much - and HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the one and only, Barr S. Morris...A bonafide original.
I love you, Dad.
Wishing you love and peace,
Jeff

Happy Birthday Cabbage
I Love You

I have many fond memories of my summers at Pine Log Camp. Your father and I always enjoyed a great working relationship and even after all these years, I still think of him as a friend and mentor. In a way, it was by chance that I first met Barr. You may recall that Bob Latour was no longer able to spend the summer at PLC when his added administrative responsibilities at Bucknell University required his full attention. Barr was then in need of a head counselor and asked his long-time friend, Mark Randall, the former director at The Elms and the Director of Physical Education at Colgate University, if he knew of anyone who could serve in that capacity. Mark gave him my name and shortly afterwards he was interviewing me in your lovely home on Lake George, next to the Lake George Club. My only experience was that I had been a camper and a junior and senior counselor at a boys' camp in northern Ontario, Canada. I was also the hockey coach at Colgate and had the summer months free. Your father offered me the position and I knew it was going to be an interesting summer as Chipper was expecting our first child in mid-July. (You may remember that B.J. was born in the Glens Falls Hospital with your mom's pediatrician in attendance.)

My first pre-camp season was busy as Barr wanted to dot every "i" and cross every "t" to make sure his new rookie head counselor would be prepared. I remember making a number of weekend trips to Diamond Point that first year. As you know, your father made personal home visits to most all new campers and to many of the counselors. Prior to camp, he and I and your mother spent hours placing campers in the various tans and putting the appropriate counselors and junior counselors with the camper groups. Although Barr was a hands-on director, he basically operated out of his home office as he also had to oversee Timlo. We were in touch, usually by phone, at least once a day and on some occasions I met with him at his office where, in addition to his camp paperwork, he was usually hidden behind a stack or two of New York Times that he planned on reading. I doubt that ever happened during those busy summer months.

Barr was proud to be a member of the Lake George Club and would share memories of his sailing outings with us. It was always a special treat when your mother and father would invite Chipper and me to the Club for dinner. Usually we dined on the outer porch with a beautiful view of the lake and once had a chat with Andy Rooney whose son, Brian, had been in my physical education soccer class at Colgate his freshman year.

Barr always enjoyed flowers and plants and as Parents' Day approached, we had to have the geraniums looking fresh with all the dead sprouts removed...that was a must, and I still remember how he loved to drive his big cars. They gave him a lot of pleasure. You will recall the emphasis your father placed on the tradition of the Buffs and the Browns that went back to the early days of girls' camp. There were many vigorous competitions but fair play and friendship were always encouraged.

Although we could count on a fairly reliable staff, the one area of concern was always whether or not the cook would last for the whole summer! It's an amusing thought now but it was annoying then. We had our moments with the kitchen staff but I must say our "Christmas in July" and the end-of-season summer banquet all came through with flying colors. Cooks had their own personality and were often on your father's mind.

The PLC counselors were a crafty, clever bunch, especially when it was time to put together a summer synopsis in THE STUMP. The editors took pride in their write-ups with hidden agendas about the male staff, head counselor and Barr. It was all in good fun and Barr and I would try to figure it out.

Your father and I enjoyed our relationship, through all the ups and downs of camp life and in the years that followed. I knew he was never totally relaxed during the summer, especially with two camps running simultaneously. No sooner was the season over and he would be busy thinking about the next summer. Those were the "good old days" Stacey, and Chipper and I wouldn't trade them for anything. You may already know that no matter where we go or how old we get, it is our friends who make up our world.

Chipper and I send our love and best wishes to you all,

Braden

There are many memories of your father that I have to contribute. Let's start with this one: "the harvest" one day I was with a friend at the harvest restaurant. On this occasion we happened to be sitting in a booth between the main dining room and the bar over looking the parking lot.
Well, I see Mr. Morris pull in, park and go to the bar to pick up his pizza. I didn't say hi or call attention, for some reason I just observed.
Mr. Morris picked up his pizza and proceded to the car, only he didn't get in the car but put the pizza on the hood of the car, opening it for what I thought was an inspection of sorts. But to my surprise Mr. Morris began to eat the toppings (if only we had cell and picture phones at the time).
I thought he's just tasting one, but he kept going eating away and I could not stop laughing. When I got home I put the call into jeff to explain what I had seen. At first he didn't believe me. After I convinced him we couldn't stop laughing. And if memory serves me correctly, Jeff said the pizza came home with no toppings that night, so Mr. Morris was questioned. At first there was denial. Then when he knew he was caught his trademark laugh began and he stated he was just making sure everything was alright.
I hope this makes you laugh as it does me. I think about it and your dad often and the many prank calls Jeff and I made to him. I will relay more when I can.

I remember being so proud that my aunt and uncle owned Pine Log Camp!! I would get so excited when they arrived for an event. Your dad always greeted me with a smile on his face and his dancing, sparkly blue eyes, but he never knew my name!!!!! He would call me Alice, or Kristy, or whatever and it didn't dawn on me until YEARS later that (I think) he was just teasing me.
I thought he was so neat driving that wonderful speed boat around Lake George, and thought having a sauna right in his house was absolutely wonderful!
I was also impressed with that swordfish on the wall at the cabin at Timlo---boy did I think that was neat that he caught that fish. (he really did, didn't he???)
I also remember thinking he and your mom had the biggest bed I had ever seen in my life---I didn't know anyone with king size beds.
He was so handsome and ALWAYS seemed happy--though kind of demanding to your mom. I could always tell how much he truly loved her----he just lit up when she walked in the room.
My years at Pine Log were some of the best years of my life and I never, ever thanked your parents for making it possible for me to go there---I'm sure at quite a discounted price. Your dad definately has a very special place in my heart, and of course your mom does too---I've ALWAYS been so proud to have her as my aunt!

At the end of the summer, after camp, one of my jobs was to move several pieces of farm equipment over to camp and tuck them under the lodge for the winter. John Waldman, a Timlo counselor and school friend of mine, was sent to help me one year. In what must be considered a deeply disapointing day for the Pine log maintenence crew, we managed to drive the tractor off the camp bridge.Both John and the tractor plummeted into the brook. The string of coincidences that led to this event are better left as a tale to be told around the campfire. The good news was that John escaped with a few bruises. The tractor, however, was totaled.
A few days later, Barr and I were standing on the bridge watching the tow truck from Parkers Garage winch the tractor over the cobble stones in the creek and up through the saplings on the bank to the parking area across from Wuder, the old infirmary. As the tractor, still on its side, inched its way on its last ride, I remembered a message that I was to give Barr. I told him that a real estate agent had driven into camp and had wondered if Pine Log was for sale. Without taking his eyes off the tractor and with a very slight smile he said, "oh no, Bill, I couldn't sell Pine Log. Camping is too much fun."

Dear Mr. Morris,
Some of my earliest memories are the ones of being at your house as a very young child. You were always present and larger than life. You had nicknames for everyone- Stacey was Tgabooganelson-something like that and I was always "Miss Laurie", which I always loved. You were always willing to take me along on any of your family outings and I really was a permanent fixture at your house-everyday. You always treated me like one of your own and so did Mrs. Morris and I will always be grateful to you for that. You have the greatest sense of humor and could always make me laugh.I have only great memories of you and your family. Love always "Miss Laurie"

Barr, I first met you at the Howard Johnson's in Lake George, where you interviewed me for a counselor's position at Pine Log.I had attened Pine Log as a camper, beginning in 1952.
The first person I met upon arriving at PLC as a counselor was Bill Parks. He helped me unload my car and get settled into my tan. Little did I know that I had just met my future husband. Four summers later we were married, with several PLCers in attendance. There is a picture in our wedding album of these people singing to us "So Long, We'll See You Again" It is apparent from the expression on our faces that this song was especially important to us. That was 1966. Now in 2009, Bill and I are co-chairing a PLC reunion for this summer.
You and Bill had the Albany Academy in common. We all had PLC, and what a special place that was for us all.

Hi Mr. Morris "Archie,"
I am always thinking of you. I will always recall so many wonderful memories. I have known you/your family/my best friend;Stacey since I was in 1st grade. I won't forget the countless hours I spent at your homes. I would always feel comfortable knowing you would continuoulsy provide a warm smile and wonderful sense of humor. I won't forget introducing you to Ray. He took right to you. We loved coming over and sharing in bbques with you. You showed such kindness to Greg and Julia in their very young years. You will always be remembered in my heart for your extreme intelligence and for how you always treated me with such respect. You always listened to what I had to say and always ended our conversations with a smile and word of wisdom.
I am hoping you are smiling and as I picture you, enjoying each moment regardless of what life is tossing to you. You are such an important person in my life, Rays and your family's.
Love, Jackie