John H Moore 100 years

I found several pictures of my dad when he was young.  The first one I found was him with his 2nd grade class, interestingly, he is next to Carl Brockbank (our family doctor when I was growing up).  I then found a picture of what I think is his sisters and the dog.   I then found a picture of him with his dog.  I found a picture of John, Harvey, Sisters and some cousins and a picture of the Samuel and Clara Moore family. This is my dad's 2nd grade class, on the back of picture was the names.  My dad is on the upper left, standing next to his friend and neighbor Carl Brockbank. It us 1827, so my dad is probably 7. I had heard of my dad's dog Sark, maybe this is him.  I remember that my dad said he was an excellent sheep dog and he would herd sheep with his dog.  This is my dad with his dog Sark.  I wish I could remember the stories that he told me about the dog. This is a picture of Samuel and Clara Moore with their childr...

My dad had a strong desire to serve a mission for his church and made it a matter of prayer.  He recorded his thoughts and his experience.  I have scanned as a pdf, his record of that experience. Record of pleas with Lord to serve a mission I also have included a picture of a clipping with the results of that lottery.

One of the most enduring physical features of my dad was that he only had 3 fingers on his left hand.  This was due to an accident that happened while visiting his Uncle Oro in Payson when he was 5 years old.  As I remember the story he was outside playing in the yard while his parents were visiting inside, there was water pump that he was playing around.  While playing, the pump engaged pulling his hand into the cogs of the pump.  The cogs smashed 3 fingers.  At the time, 1925, there weren't the necessary medical services in Payson, so his parent got him in the car to drive to a doctor in Spanish Fork.  On the way to the doctor the car got multiple flat tires.  His dad changed at least one tire, but ultimately finished driving on a flat tire.  The doctor was able to save one of the 3 smashed fingers, but had to remove 2 fingers.  My dad told me that the hand took years to heal.  Because of the hand he felt that he didn't participate in ...

John Hayes Moore is a member of our Seventh Ward High Priest Group and is presently serving as my first Counselor in our High Priest Group Leadership.  He is a man of unquestionable integrity, a man of great faith and deep religious conviction and a knowledgeable student of the scriptures.  John is a good man to know.  I ask him to write a brief personal history so that we may all become better acquainted with John the man.  Frank D. Roberts—High Priest Group leader I was born December 20, 1919.  My father was Walter Harvey Moore and my mother was Rachel Eleanor Hayes.  Both parents were of early Utah heritage. I spent my growing up years in the town of my birth, Spanish Fork, Utah.  My father owned and operated what was commonly called a blacksmith shop, although my father was a master of many trades.  He was a master of forge work. He was a welder also with acetylene and the electric arc.  He was a wagon maker, and built many original t...

The following memories were shared by Preston with Joseph Moore on December 14, 2016 The following are in random order as memories surface The only time I remember my dad going hunting was when I was about six and I went with him as he joined several men hunting for pheasant.  I don’t believe Dad successfully shot a bird but I was pleased that he took me with him with all the other men and their sons as we trudged through some fields early on a Saturday morning. When we lived in Twin Falls, ID, Dad was district manager for State Farm Insurance.  As I recall he was responsible for all the agents in southeast Idaho.  As a result, he was often gone on trips to visit the agents.  Frequently, when he was taking longer trips to places like Pocatello or Idaho Falls he would take me with him.  Sometimes we stayed in hotels/motels, but often we stayed in the homes of the agents.  Back in the 1950s there were no freeways and most of the highways were narrow two...

I want to share a few pictures that I have readily accessible that I hope will bring some memories for you.  If this brings some memory for you, please share. Getting family together may have been a bit crazy, but I know that my dad loved being with family. So many great memories at the cabin. This is how I remember my mom and dad growing up. I love this picture of my dad, I think it was from his time at BYU. Not sure when this picture was taken, probably about the time he served his mission.

My dad was born 100 years ago this December.  I am creating several places for family and friends to share memories about him.  As it was 100 years ago, most or all of his peers are no longer around.  Throughout my life he has been an example to me and I have always heard so many stories about him.  If you have any good thoughts or stories, please share with us as we celebrate his birthday this December. David Moore