James E. Moore
March 8, 1954 ~ September 20, 2015
James E. Moore, 61, Mooresville, died September 20, 2015, in the Emergency Room at St. Francis Hospital, Mooresville. Jim was born March 8, 1954, in Indianapolis, to the late Francis and Violet (Jacobs) Moore.
He graduated from Arsenal Technical High School in Indianapolis. He had worked as a driver and in quality control for Stuart’s Moving & Storage and for Graebel Van Lines. Jim attended Good Shepherd Baptist Church and loved his “little dogs”, Beebee Jean, Tinkerbell, and Roxie.
In addition to his parents, he was preceded in death by his siblings, Raymond Moore, David Moore, Sherry Moore, and Sandra Byers.
Survivors include his wife, Ruth Ann (Baker) Moore, to whom he was united in marriage August 12, 1972; children, Teresia Lynch (Todd), Bobbie Jo Fleming and Raymond Moore; brother, Donald Moore; grandchildren, Anastasia, Savannah, Jacob, Kate, Randi Jo, John, Caitlyn, and Kayla.
The funeral service will begin at 12:30 p.m., Thursday, September 24, 2015, in the chapel at Carlisle – Branson Funeral Service & Crematory, with calling there from 5 to 8 p.m., Wednesday, September 23, 2015. Burial will be in the Mooresville Cemetery. Visit www.CarlisleBranson.com to share a favorite memory or to sign the online guest registry.
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It was the first day of the second semester at H L Harshman JR High, School #101. I was in Mrs. Givens class for Roll Room. After announcements, Mrs. Givens introduced a new kid sitting in the back of the room. I remember turning in my seat and gazing at the new kid. The kid was dressed in a blue shirt and jeans; his blonde hair was close cut with a long bang extending over one eye. The kid was quiet; he was about as tall as I was, but very skinny. It wasn’t long until the bell rang and we all stood and picked up our books. As I exited the room I found myself walking just in front of the new kid. Being somewhat of a loner myself I turned to the kid and asked if he knew where he was going. He shrugged his shoulders as we walked and as he studied his schedule…..he said Science, I said my name is Ernie I’ll show you the way. He said my names Jim, thanks. We spent the day together which wasn’t too hard since we had the same schedule. When school let out we found ourselves walking out and boarding the same bus. By this time a friendship had begun to form and the laughs and jokes flowed easily. Ten minutes later I stood to exit the bus only to see Jim do the same. Again we joked about sharing the same bus stop. As we both turned down the same street we couldn’t believe the coincidence. We found ourselves living just a block apart. On that day in 1967 I met my best friend. We learned about girls together, rode our bikes and eventually drove and repaired cars together. We fought together, we worked together, and we even ran away from home together. As we grew older we stayed best of friends as we became men, husbands and fathers together. We even became grandfathers together. Thursday I will be at a service where I will bury my friend. I have to bury the friend who gave me forty eight years of laughter, tears, and understanding. A friend who would drop everything and come running if I needed help. I have to say goodbye to this man that I knew as a brother. And I can honestly say that I loved the guy. There are very few friends who we love as family; Jim is one of those friends. I wish I could write and tell stories… because if I could, I would tell some great tales about growing up with James (Jim) Edward Moore….and they all would be true.