Kenneth Morris Moore

Kenneth Morris Moore


Kenneth (Ken) Morris Moore was born on  2-20-1920 in Dade County Georgia and is the seventh child of Bert Clement Moore and Katherine Driggs Moore. Ken’s father died in 1934 when he (Ken) was 14 years old and he took on the responsibilities of his mother and sister. He was not able to complete high school because of his duties at home; he farmed. Often his brothers would return home to help while his mother, Katherine, cared for her mother, Georgia Ann, who lived next door. Ken and his young sister, Evelyn, were always very close, bring born just 18 months apart… but their entertainment was often fighting with each other. Evelyn recalls Ken lived to torture her, but she could hold her own with him. Once they were fighting over a dime, she was winning and Ken swallowed it to keep her from having it. Mother said she didn’t get the dime, but did get even!

Ken was drafted into the United States Army soon after Pearl Harbor and was stationed in Iceland for 18 months. The following is an excerpt from a letter to his mother:

December 16th, 1943

Somewhere in Iceland

Dear Mother

Hope this finds everybody getting along all right and well. As for me I am still getting along ok and Army life is about the same as work, only things are a little tougher now then they used to be. I heard from Fridie Mae today. She said Lawrence was to go for his exam the 29th of last month. Did he pass it? Shirley (McGuffey) said Arvil Bradford were in Iceland. I sure would like to find out just where Arvil is. He might be sorta close to where I am. How about Driggs? Has he left for the Army yet?

After Iceland Ken was then sent to Europe in the infantry. Once while on patrol he saw a German soldier trying to sneak up on his company. He was able to shoot the man first, when he rolled the soldier over, he found a boy of about 13 or 14. This terrible memory stayed with Ken all of his life. He performed his duty with outstanding loyalty. He was once ordered to blow up a pillbox, he had a cold and also a conscience and begged to not have to do this. He was afraid he would cough; nevertheless, he had to carry out the distasteful task. He received several field promotions, due to the fatalities suffered during the battle, being promoted to second sergeant before being discharged.

This is just a few of the incidents he told his family when he returned home after four long years in service. This war never left Ken; he was somewhat shell shocked and often had nightmares about the war.

He was very good to his mother and saw to it she was taken care of. He was a Christian, devoted to his church, a true patriot, who served his country, church, family and community with distinction.

After returning home he and his mother shared the old home place in New Salem. Ken farmed raising vegetables, fruits, cattle and hogs for his family. There was never any shortage of food at this house. Memories of hog killing day at Katherine (Mugie) and Ken , were both terrible and exciting. Sometimes they would pay a man from Chattanooga to come out and kill the hogs or maybe the occasion would call for most of the family to come home to help with the killing and processing. I liked the latter better because all the cousins would come home. It was like a celebration.

Ken made his living working for Combustion Engineering in Chattanooga. He earned his GED in 1964 going to school on the veteran’s bill.

He met and later married Con Lydia Irene Phillips. They met at New Salem Schoo1 where she had come to church. Herman Moore at his rock house in New Salem married them. Ken and Irene lived for several years in his old home with Ken’s mother. Katherine, but built a new house nearer Highway 136 in 1960.

He and Irene had no children. Ken died of heart failure on 7-4-1965 and is buried at Hawkins Cemetery in New Salem. His grave marker reads: “Kenneth Morris Moore, Georgia, S Sgt. H., 411 Infantry, World War II, BSM-PH.” (Submitted by Virginia (Ginger) Pennington Scruggs,  Rising Fawn, GA 30738)

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