William Arthur Moore

Early in Bill's life he was musically inclined. He learned how to play the guitar and the banjo. Bill's boys also liked music and they would spend time together with friends and family "jamming" and enjoying time together.
Bill was always handy with his hands and had a reputation for "fixing' just about everything from cars, lawnmowers, toys or anything else that needed fixing.
Bill worked in cement work, construction, laying carpet and as a mechanic. Everyone would come to Bill to help fix things. He liked to fishing with his boys.
Bills favorite pastime as his health declined was watching old western movies and listening to western music. He would sing little excerpts of this music to his family. Sometimes he would watch the Spanish channel with the sound off and we would accuse him of just looking at the pretty girls. He thought was funny.
Bills girls were the soft part of his life and he loved each deeply even though it was hard to express his feelings.
As Bill got older he had favorite things that his children and grandchildren like to spoil him with. Bill liked things like candy and ice cream which there was always a steady supply of both. When people would call he would say "bring me a surprise" and they all knew he meant candy, donuts or ice cream.
Bill loved when his children or great and grand children came to see him. Bill's sense of humor got him laughs and sometimes a little trouble because he loved to tease everyone. He liked to annoy and tease his wife Janet until she got annoyed with him and
he would smile and wink like "gotcha", with a twinkle in his eye. Bill would ask his grand children about their boyfriends, even if they did not have one at the time. If he got a little annoying one grand daughter would hold up her hand and say "talk to the hand" and he would laugh.
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The Secret Journey:
To stand alone in what seems grey A sense of endless time I try to ask myself which way But the answer isn't mine
There's someone with me by my side Travelers making way They say they're simply passing by to show me where to stay.
Look one way and view the mass of faces looking down Waiting for the birth to come To welcome this child home
A birth they say is a single trip escorted by our father A gift made to a familys' heart To get my life there started.
You leave the memories all behind When you come at first To gain your body & your faith & learn for what you thirst
You create new life and build your house A legacy you leave These faces that you leave behind Will have to stay and grieve
Returning home is meant to be A single trip it seems But welcomed home by all that's gone The secret is meant for me.
We live ours lives by faith of God To show us could not be We do what is expected here It's not for us to see
Look back into the other mirror The faces are the same Except the look is not of joy But sadness is the name
The faces change either way you look But the feelings remain the same We come and go like this you know We do it in his Name
We want to follow on his way But to us the answer's no Things to do in memory Our seeds still here to sow
The time will come for all of us The secret is revealed A rebirth that will join us all Our hearts will all be healed.
Between the Mirrors:
I stand alone in what seems grey A sense of endless time I try to ask myself which way But the answer isn't mine
There's someone with me by my side A traveler making way She says she's simply passing by It's me who has to stay.
I look one way and view the mass Of faces looking back Waiting for the birth to come To welcome this child back
A birth she says is a single trip Sometimes they come in two Friends before and life mates now To keep each other true
You leave the memories all behind When you come at first To gain your body & your faith & learn for what you thirst
You create new life and build your house A legacy you leave These faces that you leave behind Will have to stay and grieve
The birth she'll face of going home Her pride of life goes with her "Look Dear Lord, what I have done Returning home is meant to be A single trip you see You go alone but not for long Together we will be
Look back into the other mirror The faces are the same Except the look is not of joy But sadness is the name
The faces change either way you look, But the feelings remain the same. We come and go like this you know We do it in his Name
I want to follow on her way But to me the answers no I hold her shroud that's left behind. It won't pass through you know
I ask myself which way to go Its all the same you know The Lord is with us either way The births begin the show
She said there's lots for me to do I will remain, I knew I would, "It's not my turn to go" she said I think I understood.
Janet Moore Memories of Bill:
My favorite memories.
Bill grew up in an era that believed you never throw away what can be fixed. He was a master at any small engine. He bought and fixed up every kind of car that came along. Our family had many funny looking cars over the years. His favorite song was Johnny Cash's song One Piece at a Time that was Bill. Many a year we had carburetors tore apart on the kitchen table or half a junk yard in our yard. Bill never went past the ninth grade in school but he had a collection of mechanic books that had great pictures. I used to tell people that the cars always ran better for him because he must make love to the engine putting it together, although you stayed clear of him working because the expletives he used while working was unnerving.
Over the years every family member brought things for him to fix. Except for one time he threw the toaster off our back porch into the yard because it not only burned his toast one to many times, Missy burned her lips on it trying to kiss the baby in the reflection. Then after 4 failed attempts by a repairman to fix our television set he carefully pulled out the parts (tubes and all) in the living room and stomped all over the parts. Then flung the TV into the backyard. When the repairman returned Bill answered that (oh it's in the back yard) and shut the door. We all watched the repairman walk into the yard and look at the pile. We laughed as he quietly got in his truck and drove away. We never got the bill.
One time we came home and Bill was carrying a gallon of milk and sacks of groceries. We had a cat that loved to greet us at the door and Bill tripped over the cat. He got so mad he slammed the milk on the counter and it went off like a bomb. Milk didn't miss one corner of the kitchen. We all walked quietly out the front door and sat on the corner of the street for a while. Then he left the mess for us to clean up.
Bill was the greatest Dad I have ever known. I never heard him raise his voice or ever a hand to his children. He could discipline with "the look". He would never let anyone hurt one of his children not even themselves. When one would get hurt he would show anger to them for hurting themselves. His answer was always, that's why I told you not to do that. To him the best present he could get from them were the kisses. No child left our house without a kiss. Even the littlest ones learned that grandpa would demand in a gruff voice, (come over here and give me a kiss) the twinkle in his eyes won over the most skiable of children. All children were his grandkids even if they weren't family and soon our house was always filled with dozens of kids who loved our family and called him grandpa. I can't tell you how many times I awoke and had to step over strange kids asleep on the floor in our house. All our kids' friends would have lived with us if allowed. One time we had to send one on his way when none of my kids knew who he was. That was when dads' foot came down about our open door policy.
He always worried when his kids were out and used the excuse he couldn't sleep if they found him awake when they came home. He always was asking how your date was, or do you have a boyfriend yet or why not. He would ask if they got good kisses and would remind them to tell their mother to give him more. He sang the funniest kind of little songs to everyone. He made a song about any subject at
hand. His love of country music was always apparent in his off key singing. He never complained when times were tough and ate pancakes for dinner with the rest of us. He just would ask not, what's for dinner? just what kind of syrup do we get tonight?.
Our family hosted two exchange students from Germany. It was a good experience for our children but neither one understood his funny English. We always had to interpret for him and they had to quickly learn his sometimes twisted sense of humor. He had funny words he never got right and said the most strange things, like "Was you raised in a barn", or "You make a better door than you do a window" Most never got the joke.
Bills most rough time was the loss of his son Mark at the age of 23. He shut down for years and wouldn't be consoled. He tried to ignore his grief but it began to take its toll on his wonderful heart. He was a trouper through all our family issues and even was welcoming to the custody of our three grandchildren when their mother was taken away. Anything that came along he endured with what ever the family wanted. He just always wanted to be close and available to all his kids no matter how far away they became. His grandchildren were his heart's medicine, and he especially loved his little Angel Paigie when she was adopted into our family.
The loss of his second son Larry in 2010 brought to him questions of where did he and Mark go. Is there a place in heaven for his boys or are they lost forever. He sometimes questioned his faith and finally talked and worked through his feelings with his children.
His heart slowly gave up and he only showed concern of the well being of his family. During his illness he got a glimpse of where he was going and who was waiting for him. He smiled the most angelic smile and from the twinkle in his eyes he had his answer. He left this world surrounded by all his family peacefully and was welcomed home by his sons.
Dad you heart is healed and your body is strong and you will stay around us all in our healing. I had almost 41 years with you and I wish I had another 40. For our anniversary you asked if I would marry you over again. I cherish the picture with you on your knees to me. It keeps reminding me I long to spend eternity with you so save me a seat.
We tell you goodnight and give you lots of kisses. We will miss you.
Your Loving Wife Janet Bates Moore