Julie wrote a very touching note about our little sister Ellie a year after her passing. I recently found this note and I wanted to include it here since it is such a lovely reflection of both Julie and El. I miss them both tremendously.
   Thank you Julie for capturing this thought and for helping all of us keep El's memory alive. Your many notes were often hard to read, but always with strong and loving feelings.
   Ted

November 27, 1979

   My darling Ellen Ferriter Kramer left us one year ago today. We miss her with a bottomless emptiness. We will love her with such depth forever.

Julie was such an amazing woman who is greatly missed, and will continue to be missed for a long time. She had such a huge impact on me and all of the other people that her life touched. Aunt Julie, or “Aunt Dooly” as I called her as a young boy, was so loving, funny, interesting, quirky, and not always understanding (wearing a hat inside, eating too many appetizers (specifically guacamole and shrimp), long hair, facial hair… and I don’t want to think about what she’d say about the tattoos)! I have too many great memories of her to share but I will cherish them forever. Not only did she have such a positive impact on my life but she was also an amazing aunt-in-law to my wife and great-aunt to my kids. We were blessed to live close to her in Arlington and I had the pleasure of watching my kids get to know and love her. My daughter, Ivy, still asks me about Julie and is so intrigued that “Papa” could have an older sister, like she is to JD. And her mind is completely blown when we talk about how Julie introduced me to Calvin and Hobbes when I was a young boy…and she is pretty thankful for this because, in turn, Julie indirectly introduced my kids to Calvin and Hobbes! Even though most of the jokes are above their heads now, they will be forever grateful for this. I can still hear her calling me Bear in many of the lonnnnnng voicemails she left me at all hours of the day and night…and I’m kicking myself for having deleted some of these absolute gems. Luckily my amazing wife, Kristin, had an equal share of these voicemails and still has some of them! These aren’t as great as some of the calls I would get but hearing Julie plan family get togethers and discuss different family dishes over voicemail bring plenty of tears. We’ll love you forever Julie and will never stop missing you.

Thinking about Julie Morgan a lot the last few months. Thanksgiving will never be the same for me without Mrs. Morgan. I looked forward to her smile and sense of humor every year, Cribbage (which I still cannot play well), the "Honeys..." before suggesting something we don't do, laughing and drinking with us late into the night. She was a sassy night owl (which really speaks to my style), strong woman in all ways, so loved, and now greatly missed for how unique and wonderful a human she was. 

   Ted and I received a card from a friend of mine after we lost Julie. She added an anonymous quote that reminded me so much of Julie: “A life well lived doesn’t end anymore than music ends. It echoes through time in whispers of beauty and grace.”
   Julie was so much more than a sister-in-law during the forty-five years we shared. True friends have ups and downs and their friendship gets stronger with each of them. There were so many more ups than downs and the downs were quickly forgotten because of the love we had for each other.
   Our shared experiences spanned from before children, when she and Bill made a trip to Corpus Christi, Texas to approve (or disapprove) of Ted’s choice for a life partner, to becoming grandparents. Her children are mine and mine are hers. I could fill a book with our amazing experiences together.
   Through failing health, pain and physical limitations, she showed incredible strength, grace and beauty. I love you, miss you dearly and will hang on to a lifetime of memories.

   Pat

When Bob and I first got a sailboat, Julie told me stories of when she was a kid living on a base. I can't remember if she was headed to school or to a job, but she told me she got there by sailing her boat. She said she never minded having to get up early because she was always excited to get on the water. Much more fun than riding your bike!

Remembrance from Rees Ferriter Morgan (this was actually a first version of the obituary, which we decided was a little too informal for the Post, but thought we'd share it here):

Julie Ferriter Morgan (aka Judy, JulJr, Momm-O) passed away peacefully on May 6, 2020, after complications from a fall at home. Julie was born February 23, 1942 to Captain John Baker and Julia Ellen Ferriter. The world was never the same. Among many things, Julie loved staying up (very) late talking and joking during impromptu gatherings of friends; painting; playing (and sometimes cheating at) cards, especially endless games of cribbage; cocker spaniels; midnight snack-os; and dancing. But most of all she loved her family. She enjoyed forty-eight years of adventures with her husband, Bill Morgan, in San Francisco, Hawaii and elsewhere, before they settled in Arlington, Virginia. There she raised, fiercely loved and occasionally became exasperated with sons Rees and Chad Morgan (you dumb bunnies!). She loved daughter-in-law Katie Morgan and worshipped grandchildren Claire and Jack Morgan. Julie’s brother Ted (Eduardo!), sister-in-law Pat and nephews John and Andrew Ferriter were constant and fabulous companions. 

We will miss her very, very much. But we take comfort in knowing that Julie is now laughing with her beloved sister Ellen, playing cards with her mother and jitterbugging with her dad.

Julie was simply the best “Big Sister” a little brother could ask for. Her careful mentoring started early, when I was a first grader at Page Elementary in Arlington. Julie was in sixth grade at the same school. Guess who volunteered as “monitor” for our class during nap time? She was always there for me!
We shared too much to count: growing up in a wonderful family; our special sister Ellie; art, ideas, food, stories and love; adventures camping in Vermont, driving from Mexico to Minnesota (see Stories section); playing serious cribbage; and continuing a long time family tradition of gathering with relatives, kids and grandkids.
I love and miss Julie immeasurably. I take solace in the huge impression, and influence, she made on so many both inside our family and out.
- Ted