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Ivan Max Morphew

Ivan Max Morphew

Ivan Max Morphew left us on April 28, 2019. He arrived on October 13, 1926 to Paul Sturgis and Alma Hertha Morphew at Nora Springs, Iowa. He is survived by his wife of 40 years, Pantipya (Tip) Bovonsombut), his brother Karol Merwin Morphew and 4 children, Paula Laine Morphew, Mark Steven Morphew and Darcie Eve (Morphew) Anderson, adopted son Theera Morphew and 10 grandchildren. He is also survived by his former wife (mother of his children) Delores Elaine Morphew. He was preceded in death by his parents. He also lost brother John Paul and sister Thelma Morphew, both as very young children. In 1944, Max graduated from High School in Pine River, MN. He entered the navy that year and served at the Bikini Atoll during the testing of the atomic bombs. He served until 1947 when he returned to Pine River to marry Delores Slocum. In 1965 he joined ARA Food Service Company and eventually landed the job of Director of Dining at Bemidji State University. He held that position until his retirement in 1991. He loved his job there and was well loved in return. He and his friend Dale Latig established the Latig/Morphew Student Activities Scholarship. He made many lasting friends there and he will not soon be forgotten. After retirement he and Tip bought the southern most Dairy Queen in Key West, Fla. They ran the Key West location until 1997 at which time they acquired a summer home near the Power Dam (which was loving referred to as the" Dam Ranch" ) where he met and had daily coffee and conversation with his good friend and neighbor Harvey. He and Tip spent their winters in the much more welcoming climate of Kissimmee, Fla. They had many adventures together. They traveled to Alaska, Thailand, out west and many other places. Max's favorite vacation spot was a lovely place in the Black Hill's of South Dakota, called Beaver Creek. A pristine little trout stream ran through the campground in a beautiful valley surrounded by the mountains of South Dakota. Many a morning he would get up first, go fishing and come back with the most delicious breakfast. We would have glorious camp fires in the evenings and watch the night sky lit up by millions of stars. We fished, took the most exhilarating dips in the stream, gathered firewood, built rustic smokers for the trout and sat around telling stories. Sometimes they were true. Max dearly loved northern Minnesota, spending many, many hours hunting , fishing, road tripping or just relaxing in the yard with a beer, friends and family. He was a great teller of jokes and stories and had an unrivaled mental encyclopedia of them. He is dearly missed, but we will all meet up again some day.

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