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Note: , Mar 3, 1967 Mrs. Estella M. Moore, 85, a resident of Vanouver for the past 14 years, died in a local hospital Thgursday. Mrs. Moore at 711 Main Stl, was a residen of Salem before moving to Vancouver. She was born August 9, 1881, in Phillips County, Kansas, She was a member of the Free Methodist Church.
She is survissved by a son, Raymond Moore of Stevenson; a daughter Mrs. Faye Starmer of Vancouver, brother Manley Goode of Salem; and six grandchildren and 11 great grandchildren.
Oregon Statesman, March 3, 1967 11:1 Mrs. Estella Moore, 85, died Thursday in a Vancouver hospital. She had moved to Vancouver from Salem 14 years ago. Survivors include son Raymond of Stevenson, Wa,daughter Mrs. Faye Starmer, Vancouver; brother Manley Goode, Salem; six grandchildren and 11 great-grandchildren. Funeral will be Monday at 2pm at Howell-Edwards funeral home. Rev. Evan Peabody officiating. Burial will be in City View Cemetery.
Joy, my sister, related some information about Grandma Moore: July 8, 2004 She said that Grandma could look at an outfit, come home, cut it out and sew it up! She also was a real artist. She could draw a flower that looked just like a flower. She use to embnroider them on pillows and clothes. Joy said that I have always reminded her of grandmma in her younger life. Grandma had more energy than anyone she had ever known, then or now. She loved nature and flowers. She could make the best loaf of bread I have ever tasted still. She use to make me my own loaf and she didn't care if I didn't eat the inside. I loved the crust. On her old wood stove she always had bacon cracklingsl The kind you can buy now in the stores, not as good of course. She made jam out of everything. Including tomato that our mom loved. Those were all such sweet times, but isn't the past always sweet, most of the time, and I guess it is only sweeter because it is past and that is safe.
I thought about that before, you only knew our grandmother in her late years that were not that happy for heer. Much less unhappy when mom had to put her in the rest home. Grandma was a sweet lady, would have never said a bad word, never in all of my years with her did I hear her day even a dam. Our grandpa never cursed either. Both were very even tempered, never mad or upset. I do remember our grandpa when I went to the cannery with him and they gave him a very low price on his load of berries he brought to them. He did call them "stealers" as Irecall. When the pickers came in the summer to pick the 72 acres of berries Grandma had to cook for them all and I helped. She was always making biscuits and bread it seemed. She always had a couple of pot of beans and ham going on that old wood stove too. I had lots of ear aches and she had a couple of very old dirty salt bags that she would heat on the stove for me and wrap in flannel and place under my hurting ear. She said the salt drew out the pain, I think it did, it always worked. She never threw any material away and made my dresses out of flower sacks, thery were beautiful. She also always had a tin of some kind with Vicks in it that there was a peice of flannel on the top and she would heat it and put it on my chest. She made wonderful cough syrup and I can remember coughing so I could have some, she would tell me I didn't have a cough, I was just playing, she was right. She cooked that syrup on the wood stove. I can't remember how but it had sugar and vinegar in it and she cooked it until it was thick. It was really good! I slept upstairs in that old house out in the contry they call Moore Street now. There was a little tiny stair well going upstairs and my bed and dresser were up there. I acturally loved it up there. except one time Grandma was missing some little necklace of hers and we had been looking all over and she or grandpa found it upstairs. It was way in the corner of a rats nest, she claimed there were pack rats that did that. I was afraid from then on out of this big never seen pack rat! Another time a bat got in up there, then I was scared. Grandma said it wouldn;t hurt me, because it had a special power that would keep it from bumping into anything. Then went about telling me about a childhood friend of heres that had a bat fly into her hair and they had to cut all of her friends hair off to get the bat out! I remember also that the Christmas tree was always especially beautiful. There were tiny tin lids and Grandma would put a little white candle through them and then she actually lite them on Christmas. She and I sat and cracked nuts, wanuts from their tree, in half, got the nuts out and then threw the shells in a little container and then close to Christmas we would use flour and water to make a paste and glue the nut shells together with a sring going through until we got a long string of them and then I don;t know where or how grandma got some coloring and we painted them different colors if we had it and then strung them on the Christmas trees. Grandma would save pop corn off the corn she raised and we strung that along with cranberries. Grandma was always saving something for something and didn't throw anything always. Looking back now we were actually veery poor, grandma made everything very lovely and I was very lonely for our mom, but verycomfortable also. I do remember waiting so many times for our mom to come out there and she didn't show up. I was older one time and remember waiting all day in front for our Mom to com because it was my birthday, she didn;t make it. It maust have been hard for our Mom, depression and having me and everything else. She did the best she could I am sure. Praise the Lord for our grandparents. Grandma was 53 I believe when I was born! You do remind me so much of Grandma though, she was so good and loved the Lord with all of her heart and soul. Her father was a Methodist preacher as well as a couple of her brothers I believe. Grandpa's side of the family was very siletn, I think Ginger is dealing with getting into that side now in her genealogy.
Cindy: I remember my Grandma when she use to live with us. I always shared a bedroom with her and she smoked like a chimmey. Our bedroom was always smoke filled and we lived in a cloud of smoke. Grandma always said that she never inhaled it, so it didn't hurt her. She also went to church when we lived on Fourth Plain, in the apartment on top of the local businesses. She always went to the Methodist church. I remember when a male friend came over to visit her and she came out in her bathrobe and she had her slip on under it. She would sit on the arm of the couch and cross her legs with her slip showing, mom told her to go into the bedroom and get dressed. How funny, we grow younger the older we get. It about broke Mom's heart when she had to put Grandma in a nursing home, but it was just got to hard to take care of her.
BIRTH: Also shown as Born Phillips, Kansas, United States.
DEATH: Also shown as Died Vancouver, Clark, Washington, United States.
BURIAL: Also shown as Buried Salem, Marion, Oregon, United States.
Note: A Tribute publiched in the pages of The Columbian, Vancouver Washington
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