- Date Of Birth: February 4, 1924
- Date Of Death: February 25, 2017
- State: Indiana
Ninety-three years ago, I was born on February 4, 1924 to my parents Hensen and Nina Morris in Davis County, Indiana. If you are reading this, it means I have moved my residence to a higher, brighter, and the most magnificent place you could ever imagine. I recognized my new address because I was a member of Franklin Heights Christian Church in Vincennes, IN.
On Saturday, February 25, 2017, I decided to join my loved ones in a family reunion with whom I have not seen in a very long time. We celebrated with hugs, kisses, and a picnic at the crystal blue lake with lush green grass where Chuck likes to fish. Preceding me in death and present at the reunion are my loving husband of 48 years, Charles J. Moyes (Chuck). He had to love me to put up with all my fun loving antics including the time I served Hot Dogs by candlelight for a dinner party with my brother and sister-in-law.
In addition, present at the reunion are my parents: Henson and Nina Morris; my brother, Robert (Bob) Morris (Faye); my brother, Phillip (Bud) Morris (Sue); my sister, Georgie Stevens. I am survived by my children, Tim Moyes (Debi) Vincennes; Rita Moyes-Vandiver (Randy) Evansville, IN; and brother, Bill Morris (Kathy); grandchildren: Michelle Moyes, Katherine (Katie) Vandiver, Sarah Bratcher (Mike), Michael Zach Vandiver, Tim C. Moyes, Keexia Osborne, Meilin Osborne; great-grandchildren: Dora, Addison, Jordan, Jayce, Gage. I loved my life on Earth, especially when I helped to raise my siblings.
My own children gave me a sense of pride and many excitements watching them grow into adulthood as well. I also loved to have fun in every way I could find. If I could not find it, I created it. Before I was married, I loved working at the Historic Gimbel’s Department Store as a sales associate, in the highest heels I could find. Later I found my calling in the nursing field. My high heel days evolved into wearing sensible white shoes. I want to thank all my friends at the Heritage Center for all the fun we had, especially the night shift who gave me little jobs to help them at the nurse’s station. The honor was mine to be able to serve my friends and family in any way they needed including a great meal. My kitchen table could tell some stories of huge family gatherings to very cozy meals for two. I had the moto if you came to my house- you ate at my house no matter what time it was. No one ever left hungry. To Marcia Osborne the coffee and cookie visits were always fun.
