Mooers

Wilmer Allen Mooers

My grandfather

The picture to the left is a ' recent' picture of the house I lived in after I was born, taken buy my cousin Barbara. It is a neat old house built by my Grandparents, Wilmer and Clara Mooers, it's in Ashland, Maine. I have more memories of that house than ones I lived in Milwaukee for a much longer period of time. When I dream of the home I would like to build, I dream of this house. I lived in there until I was four, when my father moved us to Littleton, Massachusetts, we moved from Littleton to Milwaukee when I was seven. My parents took us back there every year until my Grandmother died

George Mooers
Adopted my grandfather, the son of his first cousin Mary Eva Mooers

(The picture to the left is of my Grandfather, my son Russell and I).

My family trekked back to Ashland, Maine from Milwaukee approximately once a year until my Grandmother passed away in 1961. I went back with my son and "The person from El Monte" once more in '69 and visited with my Grandfather, he died 4 years later. I took this one picture ... what a boob I was. My butt is permanently bruised from me kicking it... when I think of the missed opportunities I want to cry...

I had the presence of mind to save all of my Grandfather's letters though and I really cherish them. He had a comfortable humorous style of writing that I would like to emulate.

Natalie Eleanor (Mooers) Daggett

I don't know when it dawned on me that my mother was beautiful, a "stone fox " as the kids used to say. Since I was self-centered and a little slow it I was probably in my late twenties. I was probably just thumbing through an album or something, and said to myself "Whoa, hold on a sec. That's my Mom...when did she get beautiful."

I have memories of us playing cards on the lawn in the summer at the lake, and board games in the winter, doing 5000 piece puzzles on the dining room table.

My Mom smoked Kent cigarettes, she bought them by the carton and I would sneak (read 'steal') a pack for myself occasionally. I started smoking when I was 12 or 13, I remember going to the liquor cabinet where she kept them for another pack of Kents and discovering that there weren't any. It slowly dawned on me that Mom had quit smoking... she just stopped. It had a devastating effect on my financial situation, my allowance was about a buck a week. Motivated me to start work at an early age to support my smoking habit, I didn't stop till I had a heart attack when I was 50.

My Mother wass a good cook, and an excellent baker, If you have never had Chocolate Steamed Pudding and Egg Sauce you have been sorely deprived. Home made Chocolate Éclair's, Boston Crème Pie, Grand-ma's Chocolate cake, Apple pie's four inches high mmmmmmmm

Oh yes, the pictures above... isn't she beautiful....Lower left, I was pretty cute too....

Click on the link in the header to see my Mooers Genealogy, the file is pretty large so it will take a while to open...