Benjamin B. Moon II

Watch out for those pretty angels up there, Ben. You have really left a gap. Like sister Kathy, I too used to show off your senior picture. Your great looks were only superseded by that great, funny personality. Sooo many great memories when you used to visit us kids in Maltby. You, Eddie, Bruce & Gene riding the pigs in the back pasture, laughed soo hard, I almost fell out of the hay mow. You lived life to the fullest. Thanks for sharing a tiny bit with us. Cheers, Champ.

I once wrote my mom and asked asked her what our dad was like, and she wrote back and said that he was the kind of person that would give you the shirt off of his back. Well, as said here, brother Ben was the same as our dad. I miss him and always will remember him as my big bear protector, my rough and tough cream puff. Hard and gruff on the outside and all mushy on the inside. Miss you bro, all my love, L!

My brother David just about said it all. Ben was the last of the gruff mountainmen. I worshiped him my whole life as my big brother protector. Early in my teens I quickly learned which girls wanted to be my friend for me or to get to one of the "coolest guys in school".You might not hear from him all year but when Thanksgiving was near he would call to find out what time dinner was going to be. He tried very hard to never miss a family event. And, the gruff old bear loved Robert Service...

Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth, upon this continent, a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

Now......we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation........

I guess you’re wondering what that’s all about.

Well......one of my first memories of my brother Ben was when we lived at Mooseheart and he came into my second grade classroom and proceeded to recite...