hcmorris77


Nov 25, 2019

Thought I’d take the time now to kind of re-introduce myself. Since my blog is growing and it’s been a while since I’ve really said anything about myself – which I don’t like to do – I thought now is as good a time as any. So…

cleaning the dirty pool

My name is Holly and I was born – and raised – in Frederick Maryland. Hence the ‘H’ in HCMorris. My middle name is Catherine… HCMorris is my artists signature. When I was going to school at Frederick Community and working at the Ground Round, I came to realize there are a LOT of Holly Morris’ out there. So, HCMorris was born, so to speak.

at Buxton, Cape Hatteras, North Carolina
early 1980’s

You can call me Holly, HC, HCMorris, HCMorris77… 77 was the year I was born. It really doesn’t matter to me, just don’t call me anything derogatory! My boyfriend will tell you, that doesn’t go over too well. If/when I ever get married, my name will be hyphenated, since HCMorris is already established. Any and all artwork (including but not limited to photography) produced by me since high school will have this signature on it.

me and my dad
Cape Hatteras, North Carolina
1977

I was born in March, so I’m not a Christmas baby as many would think. I personally don’t know anyone born at Christmas that has a Christmas name. Ironically, they’re all born in March! My grandmother’s maiden name was Holly. Catherine is also a family name…but there’s way too many of them to go into much detail. Let’s just say that Catherine is on both my father’s side and my mother’s side for arguments sake.

me and my mom
Baltimore, MD 1977

I used to have a sister. I say used to because when my dad died we had a falling out. It really is for another post, for time’s sake. But let’s just say that she went off the deep end…she blamed me for decisions dad made (concerning her), started believing the world is going to end (type planet nibiru in google, if you haven’t already heard about it), married a guy without telling my dad. I’ve heard that she’s pretty much a practicing witch (we were raised Baptist). The list goes on, and on, and on. We haven’t talked in over two years! One of these days I will tell you about it.

me and my sister
Little Brook Farm
early to mid 1980’s

What else is there to tell you? I was daddy’s little girl…helping him (and my mom too) out around the house since I could walk practically. I don’t know how much I really helped him, but I tried! That’s why I’m so handy around the house now! I learned a lot from him, more so in the last years before he passed away (2017). When my dad went blind in 2012 – just after finishing up classes at Shepherd University, I realized that this house was going to be my forever home…as much as I tried to leave! And I left quite a few times, always ending up back here!

daddy’s little helper

That was just the way it was supposed to be, I guess!

let me out of the truck
Cape Hatteras, North Carolina
1978

Enough about me! Let’s get on with our lives!!

“Some people say funny things, but I say things funny.”

~ Don Rickles

Tomorrow is National Cake Day!

click on either image to see what I have available at Picfair and Pinterest

And Those Are The Facts!

Well… some of the facts, anyway!!

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