Joyce Irene Moorman

I was telling some friends about our family dinners that we used to have. I mentioned one Thanksgiving or Xmas, can't remember which it was, that we had at her house and the dogs were running back and forth under the long table the stretched from the living room fireplace to the kitchen doorway. Quite entertaining. The food was always great and so was the group of family!!

Although I never met your mother, she sure had a very active live and talented.

It’s often said that good fences make good neighbors, but in this case a good gate was the key.

There are so many wonderful memories of things shared as kids as we raced between houses through that gate, and we thank Joy and the whole Moorman family for sharing their lives with us. Our thoughts are with you often, but especially now as we remember the many things that made Joy so special.

I wish to extend my Deepest sympathy to family and friends in this sad time.
To know Joy was an honor. Her friendship and wisdom will remain in my heart and mind always. Over the course of many years, I have learned much from her. One specific thing I will always recall is that she was not one to say “Goodbye” , rather...”Bye for now!” ...said with an upward spring in her voice.
As a person who became a friend through music, I have many melodies in my mind that were brought out...

Auntie Joy....what a spunky lady!! She had so much energy that you hoped it was contagious. As kids, I will always remember summer get-togethers in their backyard and family reunions at the Canby Golf Club where we would swim the day away. As time went on, I would always be on the lookout for Auntie Joy whenever I was at the Red Cross. It always made that needle stick just a little easier to take after a brief chat and hug her before donating. I remember offering to give her a ride...

Auntie Joy will be missed terribly by us. Although we hate to lose her, we know that she's back with Uncle Rod, Ross and the rest of the family. We will always remember the wonderful family reunions that we had in her backyard. And one thing that I myself will never forget, is a time that she was babysitting me and she had a crow in her basement. I had recently watched the Alfred Hitchcock movie "The Birds" and I opened up the door and started to go into the basement, when all of a sudden...

Joy was my dear aunt. For me, she was a light soul, free and butterfly-like. She always remembered me on holidays and I cherished her refusals to stray from handwritten correspondence. Her sweetness will not be forgotten.

Aunt Joy was such a constant source of comfort and happiness in my life. She was my father Bruce’s younger sister. From the earliest years I remember my sister Ann and I having many visits with Joy and Rod and cousins, either at our house in Astoria or Pendleton or in their Portland house. I recall fondly Thanksgiving dinners in their house with an assortment of tables that seemed to run the length of the dining and living room. For years I have received some pretty funny birthday cards...

Auntie Joy will certainly be missed. Some of my fondest memories of her were holiday meals at her house with the dogs running back and forth under the table. And what a big family was there in attendance. I loved it also when she would treat us to her piano playing. She had a great smile and a wonderful sense of humor. She was such a light in this world - I'm sure she still has a glow about her wherever she is now.