Forrest D. Moore
Forrest D. Moore, age 93, of Shelby, died Thursday, July 2, 2020 at LSS Lutheran Village in Ashland where he had resided for the past six years.
Forrest was born May 15, 1927 in Shelby to the late Jay and Lelia (Light) Moore. He was a 1945 graduate of Shelby High School and was a proud World War II veteran serving in both the United States Army and Navy. Forrest had worked for Sealtest and retired from Frito-Lay as a district manager. Forrest’s hobbies included his love for sailing and fishing.
On May 29, 1952, Forrest married Sally J. (Hursh) Moore and she preceded him in death on March 11, 2015. He was also preceded in death by two brothers, Howard Moore and John “Dinty” Moore. He is survived by his 4 children: Fonda (Sonny) Clark of Greenville, Peggy (Mark) McKown of Shelby, Scott (Sara) Moore of Mansfield, and JoAnn (Mic) Kempf of Creston; 8 grandchildren; 8 great grandchildren; 4 great great grandchildren; a sister: Marilyn Higgins of California; 3 sisters-in-law: Becky (Jerry) Barber of Shelby, Bonnie (Ben) Niles of Indiana, and Diane Moore of Shelby; and numerous nieces, nephews, other relatives, and friends.
Family and friends are welcome on Tuesday, July 7, 2020 from 2-4 at the Penwell Turner Funeral Home, 168 West Main Street, Shelby, where funeral services will immediately follow at 4 pm. Pastor Rus Yoak, Pastor of First Lutheran Church in Shelby where Forrest was a member, will officiate the services and military honors will be conducted by the Richland County Joint Veterans Burial Detail.
Due to the current COVID-19 circumstances, both the family and the funeral home wish that everyone remains safe. Therefore, we ask that visitors be mindful of current restrictions and pay respects appropriately and promptly, without linger.
Memorial contributions may be made to Pathways Hospice and left in care of the funeral home.
Appropriate ways to express sympathy for those unable to attend may be done by leaving an online condolence at www.PenwellTurner.com or by leaving a comment on Forrest’s obituary on the funeral home’s Facebook page, Facebook.com/PenwellFuneral.
To the family of Forest Moore you have my condolences on the loss of Forest. Forest was a neighbor of our when he lived on Fourth St. I would help him at times when he need help on his Forito- Lay. You my prayers.
Fonda,
Sending sympathy.
~Marilyn Wilkinson Hopkins
To Fonda, Peggy, Scott, and JoAnn, so sorry for the loss of your father.
He was always so much fun when we came to your house. Will be keeping all of you in my thoughts and prayers. My God’s Angels comfort you!
I was blessed to work with your dad YEARS ago putting ads on grocery carts with Karen N. We often would eat breakfast together and ride to Ashland Bueller’s or Bucyrus together. So often he would talk to old friends and delivery men. He was truly a kind and gentle man. I have thought of him many times through the years! We were actually working at Kroger’s on Lexington Avenue the day the Towers were brought down. My prayers are with you all in the loss of one we loved!
Fonda, Sending sympathy to you and your family. Our parents were part of the greatest generation in the service to their country and family.
We send our sincere sympathy to the family. Forrest and family lived across the street from us for many years. I especially want to acknowledge Marilyn, living in CA now, as a 1947 classmate. Bless you all. Joyce
Sorry to hear your dad passed away, Peggy. Prayers for you and your family. It’s awfully hard to lose that last link to your parents’ life story. God bless you. Gretchen and Gary Blum.
Sending hugs
So many great memories ,
One of all time favorites was getting to go out to the truck and pick Fritos n chips for family gatherings. And the closest filled with games.
To Fonda, Peggy, Scot and JoAnn – Sorry to hear of your father’s passing. Always enjoyed talking with him when we were kids and later on when I visited my parents.
I was sorry to hear of Forrest’s passing. He was my first boss. When I was in eighth grade, he hired me to unload and load his “Frito” truck each evening and, when possible, unload the weekly delivery semi truck, starting when the “warehouse” was the single car garage in the basement of their house in Ganges. When he built the separate building for the inventory, it felt like a huge warehouse. When I turned 16 and got my driver’s license, he had me run the Wednesday route during the summer so he could have some time off. I didn’t realize it then, but he showed amazing confidence in me and he taught me many life lessons, for which I am very grateful. Thank you and Rest in Peace, Boss.