Preston C. Moore

When I completely fractured my arm in a backyard football game I was quarterbacking at age 14, Preston Moore was the first adult on the scene. I'd gone into shock because I'd seen my arm literally broken in two, first hanging 90 degrees to one side, and then when I flipped my arm across, 90 degrees to the other side. I was in a plaster cast for 4 months. As I was lying on the ground, Mr. Moore took off his jacket and placed it below my head so that I'd be comfortable until my mom and the...

Preston was a true friend to all who knew him.

Dear and long time friend since our days at Howard University - and the Bamboolas. A kind and gentle man whose low-key manner belied his commitment to use his gifts to improve the lives of others.
You fought the good fight, Brother "Prezmo". You've kept the faith. Now it's time to rest in the living arms of our Lord.
Peace be with you and those you leave behind.
Al Johnson, Howard University., 1954

Celebrated the extraordinary life of my Uncle Preston today. He is the husband of my Mother's sister, my Aunt Ariel. They were married 62 years and together since age 14. I will forever remember and feel his love and devotion for my Aunt. Ladies, we should all be so Blessed with such a life partner. My Mother always fixed something special for him at any Thanksgiving dinner she hosted. "Your Uncle Preston loves my cooking," she would say with such pride. When Uncle Preston spoke at my...

Someone so especial like you, will be always remembered. Rest in peace Mr. Moore.

In loving memory of a wonderful person. We will love you and miss you always...