Moores in the Middle East

Welcome to the Newest Member of the Clan!

On Tuesday, May 24th at 9:03 p.m. we all welcomed Harrison Sanford Buyske to the world.  He weighed in at 7 lbs. 14 oz.  Wasn't quite the way they had it planned but Mom and Harrison are doing well and that is what counts.  I was lucky to be there and to get to take care of Henry today.  What a character.  Below are the many faces of Henry with his new hat!  Congratulations to Joey and Erin, Harrison and Henry!  Love you all!

Happy belated birthday Jake!

Jake's birthday was Friday 5/20.  He said he had a great birthday with dinner at a brewery and drinks with friends.  He even had a visitor from California show up and sleep on his couch!  That was the start of a crazy busy weekend for us which is why this post is late~

We were so thankful to celebrate Nick's wedding with Jake and Dee and we look forward to having them home for Memorial Day weekend and Maddie's graduation and Nick and Christina's party.  I love you tons Jake and I am so proud of you and all your accomplishments~

Love MOM

New CD coming

Hi, all. My new CD is almost ready for release. The album is call "Now & Then," and the lead song is "Old Hometown." It's essentially about Harlowton, pictured here. I'll put out more news as it arises.

Introducing Nickolas and Christina Wingerter!

 Congratulations to Nick and Christina!  The wedding was great and our weekend was fabulous!  Miranda found the perfect house for our gang, but the weekend went way too quickly.
It was great to see Mike, Melissa, Matt and Kelly with the gang.  Welcome to the family Christina!
Love you both~

Gramma, Cont.

[Des has been waiting her turn to post about Gramma, but I think we can skip some of the younger kids and get this moving again]

On the evening of Gramma’s wake, once we were back at the hotel, I told Abe I had a story about Gramma that I wanted to share.  However, as we had come straight from the airport a bit late, and were not there when the wake began, I wasn’t sure what the parameters of the event were (i.e., only immediate family was asked to speak; it was meant to end at a certain time and that time was up; etc.) and so I decided against it. 

On the hotel bed, I told Abe my story of the one Thanksgiving Rika, Rileigh, and I spent in Gramma’s kitchen preparing labor intensive (it took us all day) appetizers for the party.  They were bacon wrapped dates stuffed with goat cheese and homemade herbed macaroni and cheese in crispy oven-baked parmesan cups.  When we arrived at the Thanksgiving dinner in the cafeteria of Mary’s school, there were a number of us in the kitchen plating and otherwise preparing our food.  Gramma was standing near me at the time.  (All day she had been in and out of the kitchen, and had asked at one point what we were making, but didn’t react much, if at all, when I tried to explain.  She just nodded and said “oh?” and kept walking.)  I asked her then, in the kitchen, if she wanted to try one of the bacon wrapped dates.  She didn’t seem to really, but she said OK.  She took a tiny bite and put it down.  When she had swallowed, I asked her what she thought.  She said, in that cute shaky voice of hers, “honey, it wasn’t worth the effort.”

 At Gramma’s funeral, when the cousins, led by Matt, all gathered around to tell a few stories and have a drink in Gramma’s honor (one of my most treasured moments of the weekend, and with the Moore family ever), Abe chimed in with a story.  Incidentally, it was MY story.  I was . . . surprised . . . to say the least . . . !  As Abe delivered the punch-line and we all laughed (I laughed at my own story!), I pictured telling Gramma this very thing.  “Gramma! Abe stole my story!  The one about you eating the bacon wrapped date at Thanksgiving and how you told me it wasn’t worth the effort.”  And I pictured Gramma putting her little arm around my neck (I know for most of you it was waist, but I’m short enough that she would put her arm around my neck instead) and I could hear her voice perfectly clear and rolling, or sing song-y, as it was: “well, honey . . . what. are. you. going. to. do. about. that.?”  “Hmm . . . just laugh, I guess, Gramma?  It was really funny.”

 On a more serious note, I am grateful to have known someone who was so capable of loving, so capable of making everyone feel so special, as has been said again and again here on the blog.  Gramma wasn’t lucky to have a funeral so well attended and so deeply full of love - it seems she fostered it over her 92 years, genuinely, thoughtfully, and purely.  It’s a remarkable thing, really.  I wish I could channel that somehow, and love that way.  In the meantime, I’ll just ask Gramma when I’m not sure how.  It’s easy enough to call up that voice.    

Desiree

Happy Belated Birthday, Joey!

I posted happy birthday on Facebook but didn't have access to a computer to do the blog!  Joey turned 35 on Sunday, Mother's Day!  What a perfect day for a birthday!!  So proud of you, Joey, and who you have become!  You are a great dad, husband, son, teacher!  We hope you enjoyed your day and have three times this many years of birthdays!  Love you!!

Congratulations, Shane!

We just want to give a big CONGRATULATIONS to this sweet guy for completing his masters in library science and graduating on Sunday, May 8th.  We are headed to Chicago to celebrate with Shane, Molly, his parents and Jen!  Mother's Day, Shane's graduation, Joey's birthday - what could be better!!  Way to go, Shaney boy!!  We are so proud of you!  Love, Marc and Jan