May 31, 1942 — Oct. 24, 2014

Antoinette Marie Morrison was born May 31, 1942, in Lapeer, Michigan.

She grew up in Chelsea, Michigan and was the only child of Rose and Wesley Morrison. Both her parents preceded her in death in the early 1960s. She graduated from Chelsea High School and on her quest for a college education was greatly helped by the Adrian Dominical Sisters.

She graduated from Siena Heights College with a Bachelor of Arts degree. She taught at the Adrian School for girls for several years and pursued her education further, graduating with a Master’s of Art from Eastern Michigan University.

She moved to the Dowagiac area and taught at Southwestern Michigan College until her retirement. While teaching she continued her own education earning another Master of Arts degree from Western Michigan University and an Associate Degree from Southwestern Michigan College in Applied Science.

Antoinette was a very giving person, both to various charities and to students, several by personal loans but most by anonymous donations to help them with their education.

Having no family or relatives, her passion during the 1980s was doing genealogy on her family. She was able to trace her ancestry back four generations and received documentation that she was 3/8 Indian and was a member of the Grand River Tribe of Ottawa Indians.

She was an animal lover and always had a dog and became a caregiver for several cats.

Antoinette died peacefully at White Oaks Assisted Living facility in Lawton, Michigan on Oct. 24, 2014. She requested no viewing or funeral service. She has been cremated and will be interred at Oak Grove Cemetery in Chelsea, Michigan. Arrangements by Clark Chapel and Cremation Services, 405 Center St., Dowagiac, Michigan.

 

MY PRAYER

I do not pray for wisdom, Lord but grant that I might know

The love that lies in little things, that I might “little” grow.

Help me to put myself aside in every little way

So I might help a friend or foe a little every day.

And if the world shall call me “fool” or “simple as a dove,”

Grant, Lord, that I may always be the little fool for Love.