Roger Keith Morgan, son of Evan Telford and Edith McGinnis Morgan was born in Grover Hill, Ohio on June 5th 1928. He departed this life on July 17th 2025 in Chelmsford, MA. He is predeceased by his wife of 72 years, Lois Thornton Morgan, his son, David Morgan and his granddaughter Simone Edwards. Also his siblings, Gordon Morgan, Marilyn Butler and Janice Spray. Roger was a dedicated loving husband, father and grandfather. He is survived by children Deborah Edwards, Carol Cherico and Donald Morgan, grandchildren Kristina and Justin Edwards, Russell and Daniel Cherico, great granddaughters Talulla and Penelope Edwards as well as David Lundberg, to whom he was a close father figure. We couldn’t have asked for a better father.
Roger served in the Army Air force in Alabama, where he fell for his southern belle, Lois. He worked his entire career as an aeronautical engineer at Pratt & Whitney Aircraft in East Hartford, CT.
He and Lois shared many experiences, hobbies, trips and pets. They enjoyed their cottage on Lake Williams in CT and their wooded sanctuary in Walpole, NH. Over the years they adopted many cats and dogs, like their beloved Boston Terrier, Ginger and golden-doodle Molly. Roger loved to take daily walks with Molly as he shared printed poems, jokes and stories with neighbors. Roger loved the outdoors and contributed much time working on the Hockanum River Linear Park restoration project in Manchester, CT. He was also involved in many artistic endeavors, developing a love for writing poetry and making beautiful carvings. In 2018, Roger and Lois sold their long time home in Manchester and moved to Chelmsford Crossings in Chelmsford, MA where his son, Donald and wife, Andrea kept a close eye on them. There he continued to share his poems and stories and proudly showed his incredible carvings to his new friends. Our family would like to thank the staff and many friends at Chelmsford Crossings for their kindness and compassionate care.
Get Up and Go
A poem by Roger Morgan
In the morning, I’m moving very slow
I need to find my “get up and go”
Breakfast of champions you know,
Bowl of Wheaties, will it give me that go?
I find a muzzle now on my knee
and eyes just looking up at me.
She is saying it is time to go,
but not too fast, we will start up slow.
So we go out and down the street.
I take my stories for those we meet.
My dog wags her tail, happy is she.
My “get up and go” is back with me.
Wise words to live by from an excerpt from another of Roger’s poems:
We can never know what the future will give,
Be glad and go with it and smile while you live.
Safe Journeys
