MEMORIES OF JOHN L MOODY

4/21/2013
In lieu of a speaker this month we chose to have an impromptu
memorial honoring the life of John L Moody, who died last week, and
his wife Mable who attended our meeting today.
Many offered stories of the significant impact John had made on their lives
over the years. Notable characteristics remembered included the following:
1. He was a rock - stronger than the rockiness of his farm. With hard work
and perseverance he was able to raise a family, hay, cows and trees where
many would have said "no way"!
2. Though he had medical problems the doctor wanted to address in a
timely manner, John told the doctor he would not do anything until the hay
was in. The doctor could only respond "Yes, Sir!"
3. Mary Smith recalls how he would ride his horse across the cabinets to go
visit Mable.
4. When you worked with John, it had to be done right and you stayed until
the job was done. If you did something wrong he let you know it!
5. John built many miles of great roads. Alan Rice recalled one man who
idly kicked a block over the cliff. John let him know that was needed to
finish the culvert he was building and he'd better go get it right now
because they were not going home until it was done - and that was late in
the day.
6. Ruth Rice remembered getting beef from them, delivered on a day with
glare ice. Enroute to pick it up she became stranded by the ice and no one
was able to help. But John came and towed them to their house, hosting
them until it was safe to head home several hours later.
7. John was also known for helping all the kids in the neighborhood.

8. You could see him on his tractor from sun up to sun down. He had an
incredible work effort and enjoyed it.
9. He was not only commendable, but an enjoyable person to work for.
10. Mable was also known for getting things done. She was still pitching
bales of hay over her head when 70 yrs old. Teddye recalls that you don't
tell Mable you can't do something, because she finds a way!

Both John and Mable have been true pioneers that helped build this
county. They are treasures we need to keep in our remembrance.
This poem, written by Earl Smithson, and included in John's Service
Friday, was very true of John:
I farmed the land, I tramped the wood,
these are things I understood.
No grand schemes, they passed me by I knew the brook, the hills, the sky.
To hunt a bird, to wet a line,
Gifts from God so good and fine.
Friend and kin, I loved them so;
Altho' I'm gone, I'm sure they know
I'm now at peace, life's battles done,
I've faced the foe and I have won.
In Loving Memory of John L Beebe
July 6, 1922 - April 15, 2013