PEISKHA AND FRIEDA SHOKHOR
Paternal: Harry Schock’s parents lived in Slabodka, Russia
(Vilijampole, Kaunas, Lithuania after February 16, 1918 – see History of Lithuania).
His father, Peiskha (Paul) Shohkor, died in 1898 and his mother, Sheve Freyda Shokhor, died in 1909. Harry immigrated to the US in 1914.
MAMIE AND SAMUEL MORRIS
1908 Morris Family Photograph
- Samuel Morris (1876 Brest-Litowsk, Russia – Nov 18, 1943 Brooklyn, NY)
- Mamie Morris (Sept 1877 Grodna, [Belarus] Russia – Nov 27, 1967 New Rochelle, NY )
- Celia Schock (July 4, 1901 Brest-Litovsk – July 4, 1901 – Dec. 3, 1989 Baltimore MD)
- Martha (October 2, 1908 Easton, PA – June 2005 New York City),
- Donald (Oct. 7, 1910 Easton, PA – April 2005 Coney Island, NY),
- Jacob (March 1, 1914 – July 14, 1937) [not shown in picture.]
Maternal: Mamie Morris (September 1876 – November 18, 1943) emigrated from Grodna, Belarus and Samuel Morris (September March 5, 1875 – November 27, 1967) from Brest-Litovsk, Belarus. Celia Schock, daughter, and her parents immigrated to the US in 1902. Their last know address was 1063 E. 15th Street, Brooklyn, NY.
Morris Family Information from Fred Schock Family Tree at Ancestry.com
Mamie Morris 1900
1917 Draft Registation Card Samuel Morris
Jacob Morris Gravestone 1936
Warren Morris – Donald Morris’s Son 1930s
Mamie Morris Atlantic City
Mamie Morris with Grandson Stuart Schock 1963
Susan Morris (Dec 25, 1947 – Dec. 26, 1993).
Although I had known her mother and father (uncle Donald and aunt Kay) as well as her brother, cousin Warren, I had never met Susan while growing up or her sister Marsha. Both left Brooklyn, NY after high school and lived on the west coast for years: Susan in Corvallis, OR and Marsha in San Francisco CA.
In 1989, after attending an American Liszt Society Festival at the University of Oregon in Eugene, I tried to find Susan’s Corvallis phone number but was not successful. I was, however, able to find an address for a “Susan Morris” and decided to rent a car and drive to Corvallis with the hope of finding her. When an hour or so later I pulled up to the curb of the address I had in hand, I saw a woman looking out a picture window in front of her ground floor unit. I was startled to see that she looked so much like my mother. As I approached the front door, it opened and the woman said “Fred” and I said “Susan”. We immediately hugged, having met, as just mentioned, for the first time in our lives. I soon discovered that Susan’s apartment contained a very large collection of dolls that she had made over the years and was amazed to see many Morris, Knaster and Schock family pictures on her walls including a couple of me. Because of them, she said that she had a visual picture of me in her mind.
After visiting a bit, we drove over to her’s son Terry’s (Pennington) place for a short visit before driving out to the Oregon Coast for lunch at Moe’s Annex in Newport and a stroll along the beach.
That evening I drove back to Eugene still somewhat stunned after having spent a wonderful and special day with my just-found cousin. The following day I boarded a return flight to Baltimore with a heavy heart knowing that it was unlikely that I would see Susan again due to her failing health and the fact that we lived on different sides of the country. Not long after our visit, Susan sent a collection of pictures she had take during our visit.
As indicated above, Susan died in 1993.
P.S. On October 26, 2019 I received the following email from a childhood friend of Susan Morris:
On October 26, 2019 I received the following email from a childhood friend of Susan Morris:
Hi,
I grew up a few houses away from the Morrises in the 1950’s in Sheepshead Bay. Susan was 9 days older than I. She became my first real friend when I was about two, and Mrs. Morris taught me so much. Marsha took me trick-or-treating and explained the world to me. In kindergarten I thought that if you were born on Dec.25,that’s what made you Jewish like Susan and Jesus.
I am finally converting Judaism stage 70. In the speech I have to make on the bima next week, I will be tracing my journey with Judaism through three Jews who were among the most influential in my life. My first exposure to Judaica must have been in Mamie’s apartment on 15ht Street. I was only about 7 or 8 and though I’m not sure of the name of Susan’s grandmother, I’ll never forget the day they gave me a tour of the Judaica in her home. She had a very thick Yiddush accent but showed me her kiddish set, menorah, mezuzah, and other “mysterious” things I’d never seen before. (There were none in the Morrises’ bungalow that I remember.)
Anyway, I’ll never forget Susan. It was a joy to see her with her birthday cake in the photo. I bet I had a slice of it. It was in Susan’s house that I was introduced to chocolate brownies, strawberry short cake cream on top, and “my tribe.” Thanks for posting my old friends' photos as I remember them and your memories of Susan (zichrona livrocha).
ElizabethMarsha Morris: Donald Morris’ daughter – June 10, 1944 – June 8, 1996
I never met Marsha but learned from aunt Martha that she was a graphic artist who lived in San Francisco. Like her sister Susan, Marsha moved to the west coast as a young adult.