David Arthur was the son of David Witcher and Myrtle Taylor Moore. He married Frances Annette Weatherman.∼
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David Arthur Moore was one very special man. He loved telling folks he met in life that his initials were, "D-A-M." He was one of my mother's next door neighbors after my Mom and Dad divorced and they became friends. Eventually they were sharing coffee and meals. Arthur let Mom use a small strip of land to plant a garden to grow vegetables. Arthur watched as she grew vegetables for those meals. In time they shared more than meals, they shared life.
Arthur and Mom were as close as two peas in a pod. He was there every year when I came home to visit on vacation with my daughters, Chess and Kasey. Arthur treated Chess and Kasey to huge bowls of ice cream and many, many cookies. My girls loved Arthur and so did I.
Arthur did crossword puzzles every day. He was a very smart man, a walking lexicon! He never played Scrabble till we taught him one summer. One night I played the word 'L-E-A-R-N-E-R-S' and used all my letters and racked-up bonus points. "That is not a real word," he said in disbelief. Arthur was not a happy camper to say the least. He was very upset that he lost that Scrabble game; so upset in fact that he went home and threw a chair across the room.
From that game on, Arthur never let anyone beat him at Scrabble ever again. He spent a lot of time practicing, studying how to get higher scores and winning. When vacation came we played Scrabble one last time. Arthur studied every possible move till he was sure he'd found the perfect word, for the perfect score each and every time. Each play Arthur spent as long as 35 to 45 minutes to make a single word. There was no more fun in Scrabble so we never played Scrabble again in North Carolina.
Arthur started having medical problems related to his years of drinking. Mom helped take care of him because she loved him. As he started to rebound my Mom learned she had lung cancer from her years of smoking. Arthur took care of Mom to the end, a mere five months later.
Arthur was never the same after Mom died in 1996. The saving grace was that they at last had found companionship. I wanted to share this with everyone since I was working on Mom's memorial and I mentioned both of her marriages that had ended in divorce. How could I not tell about the end of her life and not mention Arthur.
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My Mother:
Margaret Jean Cornett Saulmon Mangum
b. Jun. 7, 1933 d. Oct. 31, 1996
Find A Grave Memorial# 7595069
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Arthur and Margaret want to tell you this:
Don't make your family bereft too soon.
If you smoke, stop. If you drink, do so sparingly.
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David Arthur Moore was one very special man. He loved telling folks he met in life that his initials were, "D-A-M." He was one of my mother's next door neighbors after my Mom and Dad divorced and they became friends. Eventually they were sharing coffee and meals. Arthur let Mom use a small strip of land to plant a garden to grow vegetables. Arthur watched as she grew vegetables for those meals. In time they shared more than meals, they shared life.
Arthur and Mom were as close as two peas in a pod. He was there every year when I came home to visit on vacation with my daughters, Chess and Kasey. Arthur treated Chess and Kasey to huge bowls of ice cream and many, many cookies. My girls loved Arthur and so did I.
Arthur did crossword puzzles every day. He was a very smart man, a walking lexicon! He never played Scrabble till we taught him one summer. One night I played the word 'L-E-A-R-N-E-R-S' and used all my letters and racked-up bonus points. "That is not a real word," he said in disbelief. Arthur was not a happy camper to say the least. He was very upset that he lost that Scrabble game; so upset in fact that he went home and threw a chair across the room.
From that game on, Arthur never let anyone beat him at Scrabble ever again. He spent a lot of time practicing, studying how to get higher scores and winning. When vacation came we played Scrabble one last time. Arthur studied every possible move till he was sure he'd found the perfect word, for the perfect score each and every time. Each play Arthur spent as long as 35 to 45 minutes to make a single word. There was no more fun in Scrabble so we never played Scrabble again in North Carolina.
Arthur started having medical problems related to his years of drinking. Mom helped take care of him because she loved him. As he started to rebound my Mom learned she had lung cancer from her years of smoking. Arthur took care of Mom to the end, a mere five months later.
Arthur was never the same after Mom died in 1996. The saving grace was that they at last had found companionship. I wanted to share this with everyone since I was working on Mom's memorial and I mentioned both of her marriages that had ended in divorce. How could I not tell about the end of her life and not mention Arthur.
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My Mother:
Margaret Jean Cornett Saulmon Mangum
b. Jun. 7, 1933 d. Oct. 31, 1996
Find A Grave Memorial# 7595069
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Arthur and Margaret want to tell you this:
Don't make your family bereft too soon.
If you smoke, stop. If you drink, do so sparingly.
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David Arthur was the son of David Witcher and Myrtle Taylor Moore. He married Frances Annette Weatherman.∼
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David Arthur Moore was one very special man. He loved telling folks he met in life that his initials were, "D-A-M." He was one of my mother's next door neighbors after my Mom and Dad divorced and they became friends. Eventually they were sharing coffee and meals. Arthur let Mom use a small strip of land to plant a garden to grow vegetables. Arthur watched as she grew vegetables for those meals. In time they shared more than meals, they shared life.
Arthur and Mom were as close as two peas in a pod. He was there every year when I came home to visit on vacation with my daughters, Chess and Kasey. Arthur treated Chess and Kasey to huge bowls of ice cream and many, many cookies. My girls loved Arthur and so did I.
Arthur did crossword puzzles every day. He was a very smart man, a walking lexicon! He never played Scrabble till we taught him one summer. One night I played the word 'L-E-A-R-N-E-R-S' and used all my letters and racked-up bonus points. "That is not a real word," he said in disbelief. Arthur was not a happy camper to say the least. He was very upset that he lost that Scrabble game; so upset in fact that he went home and threw a chair across the room.
From that game on, Arthur never let anyone beat him at Scrabble ever again. He spent a lot of time practicing, studying how to get higher scores and winning. When vacation came we played Scrabble one last time. Arthur studied every possible move till he was sure he'd found the perfect word, for the perfect score each and every time. Each play Arthur spent as long as 35 to 45 minutes to make a single word. There was no more fun in Scrabble so we never played Scrabble again in North Carolina.
Arthur started having medical problems related to his years of drinking. Mom helped take care of him because she loved him. As he started to rebound my Mom learned she had lung cancer from her years of smoking. Arthur took care of Mom to the end, a mere five months later.
Arthur was never the same after Mom died in 1996. The saving grace was that they at last had found companionship. I wanted to share this with everyone since I was working on Mom's memorial and I mentioned both of her marriages that had ended in divorce. How could I not tell about the end of her life and not mention Arthur.
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My Mother:
Margaret Jean Cornett Saulmon Mangum
b. Jun. 7, 1933 d. Oct. 31, 1996
Find A Grave Memorial# 7595069
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Arthur and Margaret want to tell you this:
Don't make your family bereft too soon.
If you smoke, stop. If you drink, do so sparingly.
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David Arthur Moore was one very special man. He loved telling folks he met in life that his initials were, "D-A-M." He was one of my mother's next door neighbors after my Mom and Dad divorced and they became friends. Eventually they were sharing coffee and meals. Arthur let Mom use a small strip of land to plant a garden to grow vegetables. Arthur watched as she grew vegetables for those meals. In time they shared more than meals, they shared life.
Arthur and Mom were as close as two peas in a pod. He was there every year when I came home to visit on vacation with my daughters, Chess and Kasey. Arthur treated Chess and Kasey to huge bowls of ice cream and many, many cookies. My girls loved Arthur and so did I.
Arthur did crossword puzzles every day. He was a very smart man, a walking lexicon! He never played Scrabble till we taught him one summer. One night I played the word 'L-E-A-R-N-E-R-S' and used all my letters and racked-up bonus points. "That is not a real word," he said in disbelief. Arthur was not a happy camper to say the least. He was very upset that he lost that Scrabble game; so upset in fact that he went home and threw a chair across the room.
From that game on, Arthur never let anyone beat him at Scrabble ever again. He spent a lot of time practicing, studying how to get higher scores and winning. When vacation came we played Scrabble one last time. Arthur studied every possible move till he was sure he'd found the perfect word, for the perfect score each and every time. Each play Arthur spent as long as 35 to 45 minutes to make a single word. There was no more fun in Scrabble so we never played Scrabble again in North Carolina.
Arthur started having medical problems related to his years of drinking. Mom helped take care of him because she loved him. As he started to rebound my Mom learned she had lung cancer from her years of smoking. Arthur took care of Mom to the end, a mere five months later.
Arthur was never the same after Mom died in 1996. The saving grace was that they at last had found companionship. I wanted to share this with everyone since I was working on Mom's memorial and I mentioned both of her marriages that had ended in divorce. How could I not tell about the end of her life and not mention Arthur.
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My Mother:
Margaret Jean Cornett Saulmon Mangum
b. Jun. 7, 1933 d. Oct. 31, 1996
Find A Grave Memorial# 7595069
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Arthur and Margaret want to tell you this:
Don't make your family bereft too soon.
If you smoke, stop. If you drink, do so sparingly.
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