I heard that the inventor
of what became known as the Frisbee died Tuesday. His name is Frederick
Morrison, and if I just told you his name without mentioning the Frisbee, you
probably wouldn't have known who I was talking about.
Anyway, from throwing pie
tins with his soon to be wife, to working on this thing to get it down to what
it eventually became, and to linking this thing with the UFO craze in the
1950s, Morrison, maybe unwittingly, created one of the greatest toys ever.
It simpleness really
defined its bravado. Just fling this thing, and it will fly. There really
weren't any other directions.
Sure, when his idea was
bought by Wham-O, and he received lifetime royalties from this sale, the
company took the toy to new heights. There is a certain way to fling it for
maximum effect, and there are tournaments around the world for the best Frisbee
throwers. And there have been variations on the theme, like Frisbee Golf.
But, when all is said and
done, it all came from the mind, hard work, and aggressiveness of its
developer.
I had one of those early
ones, the red one that literally looked like a flying saucer. It ended up
breaking, somehow splitting in the middle, rendering it useless. I should have
kept it as an artifact of the time, but who knew from this in the mid 1960s?
Anyway, we owe a slight
debt to Morrison, because this is a toy what just about everyone can say that
they have played with at some time in their life. Certainly for baby boomers
like me, that's true.
So Mr. Morrison, rest in peace. You did real
good.
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