Death claimed "Uncle" Andrew Moore Tuesday. The
end came at his home near Rock, where he had lived many years.
Mr. Moore reached his 89th birthday, April 9, last. A native
of Hopkinsville, Ky., he came with his parents to this county
at the age of 21.
His widow and three children, Robert and Andrew, this county,
and Mrs. Gill Brush, of Granite City, survive him. Five children
preceded him in death, as follows: Wm. H., Aaron, Joe, Grace,
and John.
Deceased was a leading member of the Cumberland Presbyterian church
for 50 years.
The funeral took place at New Liberty church yesterday. Rev.
Rue Reid officiated.
Everyone held Mr. Moore in high esteem, and his going brings great
sorrow, to many relatives and friends.
_Herald-Enterprise 16 September 1926.
Andrew Jackson Moore was born near Hopkinsville, Ky. April
9, 1837. The death of his father left him at a tender age to
care for a widowed mother and orphans. At the age of 21 he moved
to Illinois where, through diligence and honesty, he won a place
in the hearts of all with whom he came in contact.
In 1862 he was married to Nancy A. Castleman. To this union were
born twelve children, three of whom survive, namely, Robert J.
and Andrew V., of Brownfield, and Emma M. of Granite City. The
nine others preceded him to the great beyond, vis., William H.,
Aaron B. , Joe W., Ida Grace, John H. and three who died in infancy.
Also, Frank, if living, address unknown.
He professed faith in Christ more than fifty years ago, united
with the C. P. Church at New Liberty, where ever after he remained
a true and faithful member.
He departed this life Sept. 13, 1926, at the ripe age of 89 years,
5 months and four days.
"Blessed are they who die in the Lord."
"Having fought the good fight, finished the course,
and kept the faith, henceforth is laid up for him
a crown of righteousness."
He leaves a companion, 3 children, 15 grandchildren, 7 great-grandchildren
and a host of relatives and friends to mourn his departure.
Where the flowers gently wave,
Lies the one we cherish dearly,
In the lonely, silent grave.
Oh, how sad for him to leave us;
How we miss his dear face.
He is gone, but not forgotten,
To his eternal resting place.
His soul was so pure and holy,
God did not permit it to stay,
He has won his crown in glory,
And has gone with Him to Stay.
__Martha Moore
Herald-Enterprise, 23 September 1926