- Date Of Birth: April 23, 1932
- Date Of Death: September 26, 2021
- State: Idaho
My Life as a Baseball Game
by Jim Moore
I equate my life to running the bases in baseball. To get to 1st base it took 20 years, starting in a farm house in Hopkins County Kentucky. I was the oldest of 7. Six boys and one girl.
Dad was a coal miner and raised what he could on our 25 acres. We had barely what we needed but were happy kids till 2 of our baby brothers died of whooping cough and soon thereafter Dad got black lung and we moved to Colorado for his health but his black lung developed into TB and he passed when I was 9 years old. Mom became a positive TB patient as well and was removed from our home leaving my grandmother to raise the 5 of us. We struggled but finally I managed to get through high school and finally got to 1st base.
1962-halfway to second bass graduation and a coaching job in California. A great opportunity which lasted till an auto accident put me out of coaching and teaching. You might say I slid into second base and was still able to head for third.
During this time I met Brother and Sister Lieb, a couple who invited us to the Gold and Green Ball.
Shortly after the accident we moved to Kentucky and I I eventually got a teaching credential in Tennessee but never taught there as I found I could do better driving a truck which I did until 1992 when I stole third base in Mansfield Ohio. I had a heart attack and triple bypass thus taking away another occupation which I enjoyed. My testimony really grew during the time I spent recuperating. Brother and Sister Strong were serving their mission in Paris Tennessee where I was living. They got word that I was heading into surgery on a Sunday and somehow in Columbus Ohio, just minutes before I went under the knife 2 elders from Columbus showed up and gave me a blessing. I had no hope prior to the blessing of ever coming out of the OR as they were giving me 37 drips of nitro per minute and had rushed me in on Sunday because I was not going to make it to Monday when I was scheduled for surgery.
After recuperating I headed home after dodging the bullet again. The next 20 years I spent doing something else I loved since 1947 when I set pins in the bowling alley. I bought and operated the pro shop in the local bowling alley. I had finished my 20 years there and thought I would just relax and kick back for the rest of this life. Instead I discovered I was up to bat again. This time I hit a home run when I met and fell in love with my beautiful bride Holly B Moore.
James Ogle “Jim” Moore was born 23 Apr 1932 in Nortonville, Hopkins, Kentucky to Bryant T and Flora Justine Bryant Moore. As the oldest child he was big brother to Richard “Dick”, John, Dorothy, Muriel, Henry and Verlus. He left this life 26th September 2021 with his loving wife at his side.
He is survived by his sweetheart, Holly Bateman Moore; Daughter Deborah Weiner, son James Glen Moore, Daughter April Middleton and son Kevin Moore; 11 grandchildren and several great grandchildren. Stepchildren, Corbin Bateman, Tifany Bateman, Alissa Papi, Kelvin Bateman and Jordan Bateman. 16 Step grandchildren and 5 step great grandchildren. He also leaves behind many bowling friends.
He was preceeded by his parents, his grandmother Lula Bryant who raised him and his siblings, four brothers and his son Kyle.
He will be sorely missed by everyone who knew him
