Well, it's pretty hard following Joey's post, but just a little something from Benjamin.

Growing up in Great Falls us Wingerters were luckier than all the other cousins. We got to have Grandma for all holidays and birthdays and games, even though she thought us playing sports was pretty silly. The best was Sunday though.  We would go to church and then have cinnamon rolls and coffee every Sunday with Grandma.  When we were younger we got to take turns and individually spend the day with her after church. Then every Sunday dinner was spent at Grandma’s house or she would come over to ours. We never really had too many dinners together as a family during the week because everyone was so busy but Sunday dinner was always special especially with Grandma present. I miss those Sunday dinners the most for sure.

Like Miranda said, Grandma was a big inspiration to me when I was working at the nursing homes.  Sometimes the older people need a ton of encouragement to do their therapy.  When I would get a little discouraged with some of my people all I would have to do is think: this is someone’s grandparent and I would think of Grandma.

When I was working in Butte a few years ago I was making some small talk with one of my people.  He told me that he used to sell life insurance for New York Life and of course told him that he probably knew my Grandpa.  He said that he and his wife would always hang out w John and Jeanne Moore at their work meetings because they were always so much fun. After McKinley was born I took her to see Adrienne at work and the guy’s wife just happened to around.  When she found out we were related to the Moores she went on to say what great people they were and how lucky Adrienne was to be part of such a great family. That made me very proud to have her as my grandma. 

She will surely be missed.

A Grandmother Remembered

When I think about Grandma Jeanne, there aren't too many specific quotes I remember her giving me or specific conversations we may have had.  What I do remember are small snippets like pieces of a puzzle, where you aren't quite sure what they are independently but when put together form a picture.
As Matt said, we were lucky to live only 90 minutes from Great Falls and often made the trip south to shop for Christmas, shop for back to school, shop for groceries, etc.  Lots of shopping.  We would always stay with Grandma for the day, or maybe a night depending on the trip.  I remember eating dinner in the dining room at the table, the two single beds in the basement bedroom, toys scattered on the basement floor, playing in the yard with cousins, eating Little Caesar's Pizza, watching TV in the TV room, the taste of the water, and many more little things.  I remember family gatherings at Grandma's house with cousins, aunts, and uncles and all the visiting and games that would ensue.  As a child I figured that the way our family was was pretty much how every family would be.  It wasn't until I got older that I realized how special our family is, and it all started with Grandma.  She brought everyone together and nurtured the loving, caring family that we are all a part of (in her own unique way).  She took in a lost 24 year old who quit his job in the middle of the night and showed up on her doorstep needing a place to live, no questions asked.  She thoughtfully wrote cards and gave gifts to all of her children, grandchildren, and many great grandchildren for years.  Grandma was as special as a person can get, and I will miss seeing her at the Family Picnic and stopping in to visit when I'm in Great Falls.  We lost a very special woman, but we gained an amazing family through her.

I have heard from my friends and others who have been around my family how amazing it is and they can't believe how well everyone gets along.  I still don't really think about that much, because that's just the way it is, but I truly feel blessed to be a part of this family and look forward to the many years to come of Family Picnics and gatherings and passing along the love Grandma gave to all of us.

After I read Abe's poem, I started thinking about writing a song.  I'm not much of a songwriter, but I can come up with music quite frequently.  So when I was thinking about what to post, I thought turning Abe's poem into a song would be perfect since the writing was already there.  With his permission I am posting his song with my music and singing.  I've never really sung in front of anyone before, but that's just what Grandma brings out of you, right?  Abe worked a little bit with the song and added some things, but this is the version with just me.  I will add his rendition later when I get it from him.  I love you Grandma!

Jeanne

I was blessed with a truly wonderful mother-in-law. Jeanne made it easy to be her daughter-in-law. She would never interfere with what was going on in your life. She only gave advise when you asked, and she only wanted to be helpful and give you the best direction. But if you needed anything she was there for you with open arms, and we needed her many times!

When Shannon was born, Jeanne came to Rapid City to help out. While we were looking forward to her visiting with us and just hanging out, she had other ideas. She cooked, baked, did laundry, and cleaned the house. She even got on her hands and knees to clean the floors! She wanted to be useful, and I really appreciated all her help and what she did for us.

I enjoyed Jeanne's visits to Billings and always looked forward to them. When she ran the gift shops, she would come to Billings for market. She was kind enough to let me tag along with her. We would have so much fun looking at all the merchandise, and it was fun to how she chose what she chose. She had developed many great relationships with the vendors, and you could see how much they enjoyed dealing with her.

Jeanne's faith was truly beautiful. I learned so much from her and her faith journey. She inspired me and made me reflect on my relationship with God. I am so grateful for that.

Jeanne was good to me, I loved having her in my life, and I am going to miss her.

Jeanine

Memories

Sorry it's took me most of the day to post this.  I'm quite bad about checking the blog, so I had a lot of catching up to do.  These stories are terrific!  Great idea, Tom.  I wanted to share a few stories highlighting Gramma's sense of humor.

When she was moving out of the house on 5th Ave, I happened to be in town one weekend and so went over to help box things up.  I was relegated to the bathroom.  I found a strange looking brush, sort of like a brush to manage a horse's mane, but smaller.  Gramma happened to be walking by the bathroom when I found it.  "Gramma", I said.  "What is this brush for? It would be a perfect foot brush!"  I tend to suffer from very dry feet.  Gramma said, with a totally straight face, "That is my denture brush.  It is not for your feet and I would appreciate it if you never bring it anywhere close to your feet.  Now put it in the box and move along."  Of course I was mortified, but couldn't help but laugh, because, you know, laughing is my favorite.  She joined me for a few chuckles.  Classic.

When I told Gramma I had decided to go to St. Olaf (a Lutheran school) for college, I think Gramma was a little disappointed, especially since my other top choices were good Catholic schools like Carroll and Gonzaga.  She never gave me any big speeches about the dangers of being out "in the real world", but only said "I don't care what you do in college, you will not come home a Lutheran!"  Although now looking back on it, it seems funny, at the time, she was dead serious.  I guess her tolerance goes only so far.

She never called me by my real name.  She never even put it on a card - it was always Randi and occasionally Randa.  In one of my sassier moments, I informed her my name was Miranda.  She explained that pet names are reserved only for those you really care about.  That's why she always called me Randi.  To this day, no one outside of "the family" - not even my dark side family or Nathan - calls me anything but Miranda.

It's very strange to me to think about the world without Gramma.  She was such an important part of my life.  She is why I have such a love for older adults.  In my mind growing up, Gramma and her friends were the best people on the earth!  No one's opinion mattered to me as much as Gramma's.  Although I know I did things she did not agree with at times, I never felt anything but love from her.  She was home to me as much as my parents are.  I have never met such a great conversationalist - she not only listened intently to what you were saying, but cared about what you were saying and would treat you like the only person in the room when she was talking to you.  I will miss everything about you, Gramma.  Love, Randi.

What a lady.

Remembering Grandma is such a gift.  I feel like I will always have this really special, beautiful human to reflect on to help shape my own life.

There are so many things I love about Grandma, but her huge loving heart and her ability to say pretty much anything, and still be pulling you closer, not pushing you away are unique qualities that I will always cherish.

As many others have mentioned, the way she was always waiting when we got to her house, by the back door, with big open arms and a kiss on the cheek.  It's rare to have felt so welcomed in all my life.  In fact, I've used her way of welcoming, really truly caring that you are at her house, as a significant story when teaching my staff how to be with our clients.  Of course, we can never quite get to that level, but we can always try.

Her ability to say anything, while creating a closer relationship, not distance, is something that is so inspiring.  She spoke her truth, so you knew what she meant.  But it was always with love and tenderness.  Being able to be a strong brilliant woman with a soft, open heart, is what I want for myself and my daughters, and I'm forever grateful to have her a shining example of how to do this.

I'm also incredibly inspired by her faith.  It's hard to say if what has shifted in my own faith since her passing is because of reflecting upon her life, or because she left something special in my heart.  But I can say that though we take very different routes to god, I feel her love of god every day.

Jeanne remembered

As I have said many many times, I could not have asked for a greater family to married into than the Moore family.  And that started with John and Jeanne.  For the past 36 years, Jeanne has never once made me feel anything other than loved.  She never lectured or offered her unsolicited opinion.  However when asked, she always gave the best advice – simple and clear.  Jeanne was the most graceful lady I have ever met.  Whether it was hosting parties or hanging out at family picnics, you just knew she was the General in a subliminal way.  Jeanne was very and truly thankful whenever I helped out.  BBQ’ing for her friends, roofing her house, or just inviting her to dinner.  Her smile, laugh, and hugs always told me I was loved and I was important to her.  Our talks long ago on how to raise a family, or how to manage a household, or even how to be a Christian were invaluable and inspiring.  She just knew what to say to get me going in the right direction.  This world has lost a wonderful person and Heaven has gained a shining star.  I will miss answering her questions on how work is going, there will always be a void at family gatherings and special dinners, and I will never forget how Jeanne enhanced my life.  Thank you Jeanne.  Peace be with you.  I love you!!! 
Jim W

My Grandma

I have many fond memories of Grandma Jeanne.  I was lucky enough to grow up within a short drive of Grandma so that it was easy for us to make a trip to see her.

As I contemplate what to write as a reflection now that she is gone, it is hard to pinpoint a single memory or specific story that stands out above the rest.  What I will remember of my Grandma is the way her voice sounded when I walked in the door for a visit as she greeted me with, “Well hello, Matthew.  How the heck are ya?”  Carrying the perfect pitch for emphasis and pausing perfectly on each word of the question so that you knew how much she really cared to know.  I will miss her hugs and the way she pulled me in no matter how tall I got (or how short she got).  And finally the way she would walk up to me at a gathering and wrap her arm around my waist for a squeeze that only a Grandma can give to have a chat about the events taking place or to just stand there by her grandson.

She was an amazing woman who lived a life that is a model of how we can all be better people.  She gave us the gift of family and her legacy will live on in each of us.  I can’t wait to get together again next summer!

Love you all,

Matthew

Memories of Grandma Jeanne

The last time I saw Grandma was after the last family picnic in White Sulphur.  Molly, Jen and I took her out to lunch at her favorite spot - Taco Treat - and we had a great conversation.  At one point I remember making a comment about how many people there were at the picnic and I told her that it was all her doing.  Then she turned and smiled a bit and said, "Well I did have some help there".  I think her greatest legacy is the wonderful, amazing family that she started and that continues to grow today.  Her spirit will continue to live through all of her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren.

Things I'll miss about her are many, but some I'll always remember:  how she would always ask me "Michael John how are you?" every time she saw me and always in a way that made me feel she truly wanted to know and not just because she was being polite; her impatience with my slow counting of the cribbage cards that usually resulted in her counting my points for me; how her house was always open for any and all needing a place to stay, whether it was for a night or a month.

She was one of the strongest, selfless, and most compassionate people I know and I am truly blessed to be a part of her family.
Michael John

Memories of Jeanne

My memories of Jeanne are ones of cribbage games, Catholic versus public school discussions, hello and goodbye hugs, and a warm and generous heart--I will miss her terribly. Marc

First, I don’t mean to pop in front of Bill and Marc but I wanted to share these pics and do my post before we are too far behind the daily schedule. There were so many pictures from the weekend of Grama’s funeral that I thought I would upload them to a site where everyone can see all of them. Click on the date “2015-12-13” or the “View Album” to peruse through all the pictures. The link is here: https://moorefamilypicsdecember2015.shutterfly.com/pictures#n_5

There are a few memories of Grama that truly shaped my life.

I remember being in her kitchen after Grampa’s funeral with food piled on tables and counters and loving kindness being administered in every corner. I witnessed one friend hug her and offer kind words of condolences. Grama responded by saying, “All we can do now is pray.” I think that statement stayed as a permanent impression with me because, having been raised without a faith, I found it so confusing. I just couldn’t understand how prayer could help, why she would mention that in the midst of such sadness. I pondered on it often, just wondering.

And Mass. I loved going to Mass with Grama. I didn’t do it that often but I loved the standing and kneeling and memorized prayers. I loved that she was one of the people up front, helping with the bread and wine. I loved shaking people’s hands all around me, that was my favorite part.

I loved the way Grama would rub her face when she said a prayer at mealtime. I loved her example and strength. I wanted to be old like her and strong like her. She was so perfect to me.

This person, her love and faith and example, brought me to the place I am today. In hard times, I found goodness through prayer before I really understood it, because of her. The first time I walked into the chapel of the church I have now grown to love, I felt sweet familiarity. It reminded me of those fond memories of going to church with Grama and strongly influenced my desire to keep going. I spoke with her after joining the LDS church, afraid that she would not be fond of my choice and she said, “We are both worshipping the same God” just as light and loving as a soul can be. I have long referred to Grama as an angel in my life and am so grateful that God blessed me with knowing and loving such greatness.

Jeanne and me

I remember cribbage games with Jeanne and John. They ended up taking us out to dinner a few times.
Enjoyed taking her out to lunch. Had a few arguments about who was going to pay for it.
Had a good friendship with her.
This is from Bill's heart.
I'd like to add a postscript to this and tell the story about their first meeting.
I met Bill in January of 1974. That summer we drove to Couer 'd Alene and spent the 4th of July with many of his family members. We then drove to Whitefish and I introduced him to my family. Shortly after we arrived mom was assigning beds for everyone to sleep in and when we got to the end she had assigned the same bed to both Bill and me. Now you know that was against her beliefs, so she rectified it rather quickly. She did welcome him with open arms though.

Jeanne

From the cold flat ground

a warm heart would grow

a chin raised with faith

and the first car in Harlow.

First in her class,

the speech she gave

sent her picnic boys

off to war, faces brave.

One was John from the ranch

who followed his brother

and he would return

to give her a sweet mother.

And make her one, too

three girls, three boys

a week for a wedding

a lifetime of joy.

Not that it was easy

life hurts as it grows

but you can be sad or be happy

you know what she chose.

She chose sweets in her home

she chose kids in her lawn

and when John had to leave

she chose to carry on.

She chose laughter with family

She chose unbending views

She chose cribbage as the kitchen’s

Only real use.

She chose no one below her

always Christ up above

she chose grace and forgiveness

most of all, she chose love.

Then one quiet morning

she finally sighed

alone with her God

and nothing to hide.

Back to the cold ground

our warm heart has gone

a birthday gift

for her darling John.

Memories of an amazing woman.

When everyone called me Maurika or Rika, she called me "Mo".  My dad still does this and I love it because it reminds me of Grandma.  I have her middle name.  Jeanne.  I love that too.

Grandma Moore, and then later Grandma Jeanne has always been an "untouchable" to me.  Just an impossible strength and fortitude that I hoped would shine through me someday.  (still hoping for that to be true)  She had a secret closet full of wrapping paper and gifts for when she needed them, neatly refolding wrapping paper after christmas.  I do that.  Both of those things actually.   You just never know when you'll need an immediate gift.  Thoughtful, with a select few close friends, I admire the way she navigated the world.

Aside from all of the sweet treat hiding places, and I think I knew them all, my favorite memory of Grandma was in the little things a kid notices.  Morning exercises with the plastic blue and white rope contraption hanging from the closet door.  Hand creme in the bathroom.  Dozens of brightly colored lip stick tubes in the bathroom drawer.  Diet Shasta.  Lucky Charms.  Christmas cookies with Hersheys Kisses in the middle.  A shoe organizer on her bedroom closet door.  Family photos on the wall.  All of the things you see when you are waist high and wandering about...

Intimately however my treasured memory was at Grandma's 90th birthday party.  We were sitting together just watching the family play together.  She had stated her usual witness to the event of us all getting along - which seemed to fascinate her.  Somehow we started talking about the letters my dad has been sending me every month detailing his childhood.  (one of my favorite Christmas gifts ever)  I beamed relaying how John not only relayed his childhood but also drew diagrams of his memories of the house.  The yard.  The shed in the back.  She listened intently and then said.  "He was always such a quiet boy.  I never really knew what he was thinking." pausing she then asked.  "Do you think he was happy?" This was incredible, the opportunity I had been given to give my Grandma - someone I admired and looked up to - a gift of a lifetime.  I just said "Yes.  The memories were thoughtful, detailed, funny and even sarcastic.  I think he was happy."  She just smiled.  "Good."  she said with the emphatic downward nod.  Then the moment was over.

She lives in all of us.  In our smiles, our recipes, our style, our compassion, faith, love...  Admittedly I am still quite melancholy wishing I could see her whenever I want.  Feeling guilty I wasn't there more when she maybe needed me to be.  But I know when I'm honest with myself she wouldn't even hear of it.  Her faith in life and how things are to be will live in me forever.  Miss you Grandma.  Mo.

Remembering Mom

A few favorite memories of mom and gratefulness over the years for being instrumental in helping me “find my way” in my 20’s and early 30’s are what come to mind.  She let me move back home a few times but with a standing rule, you must be working or going to school.  I’ve been reading her family letters she would send out to the Poiriers and Dutchie back in the 80’s and 90’s.  She would mention what her kids were up to and would end with me and the happenings in my life.  She would also say she was glad to have me around to do all the odd jobs she would come up with and the ongoing cribbage games.  This would continue when I moved into the house next door.  Those were very special years of which I will not soon forget.

Later in life she was able to visit Beryl and I in every city we lived, even Pahrump.  She was always impressed with how well we were doing in our jobs but couldn’t quite figure out why we had goats.  Her last trip was to Boise in 2011.  We had a wonderful weekend packed full of local sightseeing and activities.  That was a very special time I was glad to have my mom over for a visit.  I will definitely miss popping into her condo/room unannounced and seeing her joyful expression.  As with dad, she will always be in my thoughts and dreams.  

Day 5 from # 5!

I have two very distinct memories of Mom.  The first is when I told her that I was pregnant at 18.  I was so worried that I would see disappointment or hear words of blame.  But her words were not words of condemnation, but of concern.  I never felt anything but love and concern.  And when Jim and I decided to get married and keep the baby, she was so supportive and said~Good.  I don't want my grandchild anywhere else but with us.  I thank God daily that He gave me such amazing parents and a wonderful role model as a Mom.  She wasn't mushy loving on us, but I always knew she loved me and cared what kind of person I was.  Even when I was not welcome in my church, Mom never pressured me to change that status; but I think she was relieved when Jim and I had our marriage blessed and found our way back.  

My second memory is when I told Mom that Jake had cancer.  I think I got the biggest hug that I had ever received from Mom.  She cried with me for a moment and then said What do we need to do?  And I knew we were going to be OK.  I knew we had one of the biggest, baddest, sassiest prayer warriors on our side.  She was with Jake, me and Jim through all the scariness, and was the oasis of calm...and a great sounding board.

I never in my life as a teenager thought I would live in Great Falls Montana.  I couldn't wait to get out of here and see the world.  I was going to be somebody and do great things.  I have no idea what, but I was going to get out of here.  When we moved back, I was less than excited.  However, I think one of the biggest blessings I have had in my life besides my amazing husband and terrific kids is that I got to have so much time with Mom.  And my kids developed such a special relationship with her.  I wouldn't trade the past few years with Mom for anything.  It was special and we had some great conversations...many of them more than once but hey, who's keeping count?  One of my favorite conversations the past couple months was Mom telling me how proud of her family she was.  And how happy she felt that her family all get along so well.  And that no one is in jail!  Since she hadn't been able to read, she spent many hours praying for us all.  She was the prayer warrior!  

I loved being one of her drivers even though she liked to tell me I was going the wrong way~

I am very much missing Mom and my daily visits to the condo or Highgate.  But the best of Mom lives on in us and we are pretty dang amazing people!

Rest in peace Mom.  I love you so much~

Thank You Mom!

As has been mentioned, there are so many memories of Mom and how she raised us; it’s tough to choose just one or two. I’m going with three qualities she tried her best to instill in all of us; good manners, kindness, and common courtesy.

One example of the first, good manners, concerns table manners. I don’t think I’m the only one of us kids with fork marks on my left arm from it being poked when it was on the dinner table. To this day I remember and feel those pokes any time I find my left arm on the table while eating.

The second, kindness, was highlighted by what she did and said when we were strolling through the halls of Highgate about two months ago. She said hello and had a kind word for every person we encountered. Some people were somewhat grouchy in their response, and she said to me, “You can choose to be kind or choose to be cranky. It’s easier and much more pleasant for everyone if you choose to be kind.” Every Highgate staff person would testify that Mom was a kind person.

And finally, her emphasis on common courtesy is epitomized every time I say or hear “please” and/or “thank you.” I appreciate that she was so militant about this, because in my experience, I’ve found you can’t say these two words often enough. When John visited the cemetery on Saturday, I wouldn’t have been surprised if he had reported hearing a series of thank yous coming from Mom’s grave site. “Thank you, Connie, Mary, Jan, Jim, John, Tom and your families, for helping me when I needed you the most. Thank you, Father Dick, for a beautiful ceremony and your kind words. Thank you, all my family and friends, for being there to send me off in style. Thank you, Schnider Funeral Home, for handling all my arrangements in a compassionate and professional manner. Thank you, Highgate staff, for making my time with you so pleasant.” And if I had been there to hear this, I would have responded, “Thank you, Mom, for the life lessons you taught us. Thank you, Mom, for the legacy you’ve left that will continue for all time.”

Memories of Mom

We all know Mom was a creature of habit. Lunch was at noon, dinner at six – although her move to Highgate shifted her dinnertime to an earlier hour. She seemed to adapt okay. When we were growing up, Monday was laundry day, and Mom regularly washed all the bed linens along with clothing. When I was a teen, I spent many a summer morning sleeping late. Well, on Mondays, that didn't matter to Mom. She didn't make me get out of bed; no, she just pulled the sheets out from under me. I recall many a Monday waking up like a rolling log. More recently – less than a year ago – I visited Mom at her condo. I asked her what she needed to have done. "Well," she said, "we could go grocery shopping." "Sure," I said, "but you usually shop on Saturday." "It is Saturday," she said. "No, it's Friday." "I'm sure it's Saturday." "You just put down the paper. Look at the date." "By gosh," she said, "it is Friday." "I'd be happy to take you grocery shopping, though," I said. "No – Saturday is shopping day."

My Memory of Mom

I have so many great, funny memories of Mom.  I am going to share two because I am the 2nd child! But first I have to say that one thing about Mom that I loved in her later years is that whenever you called she made you feel like you were her favorite child!
My first memory is from years ago when we were still in Shelby and staying with her whenever we had a meet in Fort Benton.  One year, Marc was making french toast on Saturday morning and turned on her oven to warm it up to keep the french toast warm.  As he was cooking we started smelling something and couldn't figure out what.  When he opened the oven to put the toast in, there was something in it.  He pulled out this pan with a burnt chunk of something in it.  Mom came through and we asked her what it was.  She was so excited and said "Oh, so that is where my Easter ham went!"  Keep in mind, Easter was in March that year and this was the latter part of July that we were there.  Gotta love how often she used her oven!

The second one was just recently.  We went out to dinner and I asked her if she wanted a Bud Lite with her taco.  She told me she didn't drink beer.  Of course that made me kind of chortle since it was like water for her!  But I asked if she wanted to try it and see if she liked it and she said sure.  We she took a sip and told me she thought it tasted pretty good!

She will be missed as she left a mark on each and every person that she came in touch with!

The challenge

So Tom issued the challenge to everyone to post a memory about mom/grandma.
In 68 years I have amassed thousands of them. I've been told that I look like mom and our personalities are a lot alike. I think that's why she and I would argue, fuss, and fight when I was growing up. When I reached the "the age of maturity" I realized that most of the time she knew what she was talking about and she became one of my best friends. I will miss our daily talks and visits.
Jan, you are up next.

Mom (Gramma)

Sadly, we announce the passing of Jeanne Moore on November 28 at 7:45 a.m. She left a shower of grace in her wake. We are deeply saddened, yet filled with joy at the ending of her brief suffering. Here is the schedule of services for Mom … Vigil Service – Wednesday, December 2 at 7 pm, Holy Spirit Catholic Church (viewing begins at 6 pm) Funeral Mass – Thursday, December 3 at 11 am, Holy Spirit Catholic Church, with internment at Mount Olivet Cemetery Please check Schnider Funeral Home for details and memory book.

Lost & Foundation

Things have been quiet on the blog since Miriam's arrival. Just to get something going, I'll mention that Lost & Foundation wrapped up the loose ends from our October 4 benefit. Yesterday, we gave the proceeds to the Auck Family with a check for $19,600. Helena is a great and generous community, to which I will add the community of Delta employees in Boise, who sponsored on of our stages. Thanks, Jim!

Matt and Kelly Have a Girl!!

Our sweet little granddaughter was born on Sunday, October 11th at 12:31!!  Miriam Angela Buyske weighed in at 7 lbs 14 oz and was 20"!  Mom and baby are doing great.  It was a quick trip to Bellingham and a quick delivery!  We are over the moon in love with this adorable little girl!!

Henry Thomas

Hello everyone.  I thought I'd update the family with our news that this chunker is going to be getting a new brother or sister next May.  We are excited and nervous to have two little ones to take care of but it will be nothing short of entertaining for sure.  Henry is pushing out some more teeth these days and thinking about crawling, but remains content rolling to his destinations around the house and eating everything in sight.  He and Erin are headed to Texas this week to visit her sister and his cousin Owen, so that will be fun for them.  I hope everyone is well and enjoying the nice fall we've been having so far (those in Montana, at least).  Take care and perhaps we will see some of you over the holidays to come!

Boise Chamber of Commerce Gala

Annual fund raiser for the Boise Chamber of Commerce of which Delta was a major sponsor.  Tom happened to be in town so was able to join his little brother in the festivities.

Welcome Ainzleigh Shannon Wingerter!

Ms. Ainzleigh Shannon Wingerter was born September 23rd at 5:10 pm in Butte Montana.  Ainzleigh is 6 lbs. 13 oz. and 19 inches long.  She is gorgeous and precious and so loved!
Welcome to the crazy Moore family Ainzleigh!

September birthdays!

These two are my September babies.  Maddie turned 18 on the 11th and Nick is 29 today!  They will be joined sometime today by the newest Wingy baby...Hurry up and get here!
Happy birthday to these two amazing people.  They continually surprise, delight, and make this mama proud!
I love you both and wish you the very best of days.
James Anthony Moore also has a birthday today!
I don't have a good picture of him sorry to say but I wish him the very best of days!

Love you all

Happy Birthday, Jimmy!

Well, Jimbo has hit 52 – and his beard is starting to show it. The rest of him is fit as a forty-year-old, or even lots of thirty-somethings. Thanks for being a great brother, uncle, and wonderful son – all three wrapped up in one. I hope you get your music project going soon; it has been too long since we've heard you play. Meanwhile, have a great day!

Happy Birthday, Shannon!!

Happy birthday to the best sister around!  Shannon turns 28 today and while she's always been 2 years younger than me it's still hard to believe she's 28.  She's always there for advice and it's always fun to challenge her wit and joke around with her - even though now-a-days it's from a few states away.  Best little sister you could have.  I hope you have an awesome day celebrating (Thursdays are always the best days to celebrate I've thought) and I hope your 29th year is full of fun and many visits from me.

Happy Birthday, Shan!

Salsa!

It's that time of year again – the garden has been brimming with produce, and we're trying hard to keep up. One part of keeping up – this year's first batch of salsa. It should last a good long while.

Family Picnic Pictures

So I thought I had taken more pictures but this is pretty much it. If you need any individual pictures emailed to you, shoot me an email. Was so much fun to see everyone. Love you much! Hannah