Jewell Nadine Looney married Marvin Doyle Moyer 7 Aug 1937 in Doniphan, Ripley, MO. She had six children of which two of the names are incorrectly etched on her tombstone. Her children are Kennith Moyer, Reva Virginia Moyer, Glen Moyer, Christine Moyer, Thomas Owen Moyer, and Ruth Moyer. She was daughter of Charles Clinton Looney and Alice Belle Clayton who are buried at Stubblefield Cemetery in Dalton, Randolph, AR. She was my mother and the dearest person on the earth. She was an outstanding cook who was able to blend foods together that tasted like an artist blending colors. She just knew which foods tasted best together. She was an excellent seamstress who had outstanding visual-spatial skills when it came to cutting out a piece of cloth. She made most of our clothes when we were growing up, yet I don't recall her using a pattern. She simply cut the cloth into a shirt, skirt, or dress and sewed it up, and the dress was always a perfect fit. When cloth was left over, she sewed it into beautiful quilts for the family. I still have two of her quilttops. Before she died, she sewed each of her children and grandchildren one last quilt. She did all her sewing on an old Singer treadle sewing machine that daddy bought for $35.00 brand new way, way, way back when they first married in 1937.
Along with cooking and sewing, Nadine loved writing and receiving letters from her family. She saved many of them and they were passed down to me when she died. When I started researching our family tree, she was my most reliable source of information. The foundation of all my family research can be attributed to my mother.
I found this poem and it reminded me of you and how often you helped me discover another person in our tree.
THE RECORDING OF A CEMETERY
BY THELMA GREENE REAGAN
Today we walked where others walked
On a lonely, windswept hill;
Today we talked where others cried
For loved ones whose lives are stilled.
Today our hearts were touched
By graves of tiny babies;
Snatched from the arms of loving kin,
In the heartbreak of the ages.
Today we saw where the grandparents lay
In the last sleep of their time;
Lying under the trees and clouds-
Their beds kissed by the sun and wind.
Today we wondered about an unmarked spot;
Who lies beneath this hollowed ground?
Was it a babe, child, young or old?
No indication could be found.
Today we saw where Mom and Dad lay.
We had been here once before
On a day we'd all like to forget,
But will remember forever more.
Today we recorded for kith and kin
The graves of ancestors past;
To be preserved for generations hence,
A record we hope will last.
Cherish it, my friend; preserve it, my friend,
For stones sometimes crumble to dust
And generations of folks yet to come
Will be grateful for your trust.
Along with cooking and sewing, Nadine loved writing and receiving letters from her family. She saved many of them and they were passed down to me when she died. When I started researching our family tree, she was my most reliable source of information. The foundation of all my family research can be attributed to my mother.
I found this poem and it reminded me of you and how often you helped me discover another person in our tree.
THE RECORDING OF A CEMETERY
BY THELMA GREENE REAGAN
Today we walked where others walked
On a lonely, windswept hill;
Today we talked where others cried
For loved ones whose lives are stilled.
Today our hearts were touched
By graves of tiny babies;
Snatched from the arms of loving kin,
In the heartbreak of the ages.
Today we saw where the grandparents lay
In the last sleep of their time;
Lying under the trees and clouds-
Their beds kissed by the sun and wind.
Today we wondered about an unmarked spot;
Who lies beneath this hollowed ground?
Was it a babe, child, young or old?
No indication could be found.
Today we saw where Mom and Dad lay.
We had been here once before
On a day we'd all like to forget,
But will remember forever more.
Today we recorded for kith and kin
The graves of ancestors past;
To be preserved for generations hence,
A record we hope will last.
Cherish it, my friend; preserve it, my friend,
For stones sometimes crumble to dust
And generations of folks yet to come
Will be grateful for your trust.
Jewell Nadine Looney married Marvin Doyle Moyer 7 Aug 1937 in Doniphan, Ripley, MO. She had six children of which two of the names are incorrectly etched on her tombstone. Her children are Kennith Moyer, Reva Virginia Moyer, Glen Moyer, Christine Moyer, Thomas Owen Moyer, and Ruth Moyer. She was daughter of Charles Clinton Looney and Alice Belle Clayton who are buried at Stubblefield Cemetery in Dalton, Randolph, AR. She was my mother and the dearest person on the earth. She was an outstanding cook who was able to blend foods together that tasted like an artist blending colors. She just knew which foods tasted best together. She was an excellent seamstress who had outstanding visual-spatial skills when it came to cutting out a piece of cloth. She made most of our clothes when we were growing up, yet I don't recall her using a pattern. She simply cut the cloth into a shirt, skirt, or dress and sewed it up, and the dress was always a perfect fit. When cloth was left over, she sewed it into beautiful quilts for the family. I still have two of her quilttops. Before she died, she sewed each of her children and grandchildren one last quilt. She did all her sewing on an old Singer treadle sewing machine that daddy bought for $35.00 brand new way, way, way back when they first married in 1937.
Along with cooking and sewing, Nadine loved writing and receiving letters from her family. She saved many of them and they were passed down to me when she died. When I started researching our family tree, she was my most reliable source of information. The foundation of all my family research can be attributed to my mother.
I found this poem and it reminded me of you and how often you helped me discover another person in our tree.
THE RECORDING OF A CEMETERY
BY THELMA GREENE REAGAN
Today we walked where others walked
On a lonely, windswept hill;
Today we talked where others cried
For loved ones whose lives are stilled.
Today our hearts were touched
By graves of tiny babies;
Snatched from the arms of loving kin,
In the heartbreak of the ages.
Today we saw where the grandparents lay
In the last sleep of their time;
Lying under the trees and clouds-
Their beds kissed by the sun and wind.
Today we wondered about an unmarked spot;
Who lies beneath this hollowed ground?
Was it a babe, child, young or old?
No indication could be found.
Today we saw where Mom and Dad lay.
We had been here once before
On a day we'd all like to forget,
But will remember forever more.
Today we recorded for kith and kin
The graves of ancestors past;
To be preserved for generations hence,
A record we hope will last.
Cherish it, my friend; preserve it, my friend,
For stones sometimes crumble to dust
And generations of folks yet to come
Will be grateful for your trust.
Along with cooking and sewing, Nadine loved writing and receiving letters from her family. She saved many of them and they were passed down to me when she died. When I started researching our family tree, she was my most reliable source of information. The foundation of all my family research can be attributed to my mother.
I found this poem and it reminded me of you and how often you helped me discover another person in our tree.
THE RECORDING OF A CEMETERY
BY THELMA GREENE REAGAN
Today we walked where others walked
On a lonely, windswept hill;
Today we talked where others cried
For loved ones whose lives are stilled.
Today our hearts were touched
By graves of tiny babies;
Snatched from the arms of loving kin,
In the heartbreak of the ages.
Today we saw where the grandparents lay
In the last sleep of their time;
Lying under the trees and clouds-
Their beds kissed by the sun and wind.
Today we wondered about an unmarked spot;
Who lies beneath this hollowed ground?
Was it a babe, child, young or old?
No indication could be found.
Today we saw where Mom and Dad lay.
We had been here once before
On a day we'd all like to forget,
But will remember forever more.
Today we recorded for kith and kin
The graves of ancestors past;
To be preserved for generations hence,
A record we hope will last.
Cherish it, my friend; preserve it, my friend,
For stones sometimes crumble to dust
And generations of folks yet to come
Will be grateful for your trust.
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