Richard Moore
 Richard Moore was born September 29, 1941 at Emmetsburg, Iowa to Nyron and Pearl Halstead Moore. He died March 9 2006 at his home in Arnolds Park after an extended illness.
On January 12, 1968 he was married to Linda Clark at Sioux Falls, SD. Dick worked as a laborer on road construction and as a truck driver. After moving to Arnolds Park in 1991, he worked for the City of Arnolds Park. In his spare time he liked to fish and hunt.
Dick is survived by his wife Linda: sons, Richard Moore of Milford, Nyron Moore and his wife, Dorinda, of Sanborn and Ron of Arnolds Park; daughters, Dawn Alt and her husband, Mike, of Arnolds Park and Amy Badgley and her husband, Dave, of Arnolds Park: and 12 grandchildren.
He was preceded in death by his parents, sister, brother, daughter and son.
Dick was a good husband and father; he was loyal to a fault. He loved being around his friends and called them by their pet names. He also enjoyed antagonizing them in a fun way. Dick was quick to voice his opinion and stood firm in what he believed. He had an infectious laugh and easy manner. He made impressions that would last a lifetime.
IN MEMORY
Richard (Dick) Moore
September 29, 1941
March 9, 2006
SERVICE
Calvary United Methodist Church
Arnolds Park, Iowa
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
1:30 PM
CLERGY
Rev. Sarah Odom
MUSIC
Vera Marshall, Organist
Sonny Koenck, Soloist
Amazing Grace
The Old Rugged Cross
One Day At A Time
PALLBEARERS
Bob Clark
Al Kreuger
Jayson Peterson
Jeff Kyle
Roger Raddatz
Todd Schillinger
HONORARY BEARERS
Terry Rierson
Dan Gano
Dave Clark
Pete Panitzke
Dan Harr
Tom Ridder
INTERMENT
Evergreen Cemetery, Emmetsburg, Iowa
God’s Reason
I don’t know how to say it, but somehow it seems to me that maybe we are stationed where God wants us to be, that little place we’re filling is the reason for our birth, and just to do the work we do, He sent us down to earth.
If God had wanted otherwise, I reckon He’d have made each one of us a little different, of a worse or better grade; and since God knows and understands all things of land and sea, I fancy that He placed us here, just where He wanted us to be.
Sometimes we get to thinking, as our labors we review, that we should like a higher place with greater things to do; but we come to the conclusion, when the envying is stilled, that the post to which God sent us is the post He wanted filled.
And there isn’t any service we can scorn for it may be just the reason God’s allowed us to be born. |
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