Norman L. Moore, age 84, of the East Falls neighborhood of Philadelphia, died March 24.
He is survived by his beloved wife Joan (nee Costick), his son Timothy, daughter Denise Dooney; 6 grandchildren, 13 great grandchildren; many nieces and nephews, his brother Charles “Sonny” Moore and sisters Ruthanne, Charlotte and Janice.
Norman was preceded in death by his sons Michael and John Boyne and his siblings Larry, Mildred, Paul and Barbara (Joe).
Norman was a happy guy, very friendly and a jokester “Stormin Norman.” He worked for years driving a truck for Ever Ready Cleaners. He also worked for Connelly Container for many years. Norman kept a very clean car and he loved to entertain. Norman had a good voice and he enjoyed singing. He liked to make breakfast for Joan and he was happy to drive her wherever she wanted to go. He will be greatly missed by his family and friends.
Relatives and friends are invited to his Visitation (9:30-10:20) and his Funeral Mass (10:30) on Friday April 4th at St. Bridget Church, 3667 Midvale Ave., Phila PA 19129.
So sorry to hear of Uncle Norman’s passing. My prayers are with cousins Timmy and Denise and Aunt Joan. Love to all!
To Joan, Denise, and all the relatives and extended members of the Moore family. Our condolences go out to you all on Norman’s passing. Although being saddened by the sudden news, we do know that Norman’s suffering is over.
Norman’s jovial and quick-witted personality will be missed by all. You get used to, and dare I say, taking for granted things like sitting out and having porch conversations with our various neighbors, the critics that we are, trying to solve the world’s problems. Talking about whatever until Norman had to leave for dinner and then prepare himself for the evening episode of Jeopardy. That game show lost one of its best fans. Growing up in the neighborhood, most of us kids knew who Norman was which came from our time playing ball or hockey on Bowman Street between Barclay and Osmond Streets. One thing is for certain, Norman sure did enjoy keeping his cars clean and spotless. I remember thinking that as often as Norman would take a bucket and rag to his car, that the paint might come off of the 1970s era green Ford station wagon.
Once I became a full-fledged legitimate neighbor in the mid 1980s, I got to know Norman on a more personal level. Routinely seeing Norman mowing his neighbors’ lawns along the odd side of Bowman Street. Witnessing Norman sitting on the front porch on weekends be-bopping to his favorite tunes, most often with his wife Joan. And then later on after my kids were fully grown, the limited free time I gained afforded joining in on the porch conversations where Norman’s storytelling talents were legendary. Many of which can not be repeated here in this forum.
Upon Norman’s retirement, he became recognized as the unofficial / official Bowman Street welcoming committee and neighborhood ambassador for new neighbors who’ve settled between Barclay and Osmond Streets.
As the years turn into decades, it’s easy to take for granted and get used to the normalcy of routine life.
As a lifetime Fallser, it’s sometimes difficult to notice the subtle changes in the neighborhood’s infrastructure and it’s demographics. But as those years and decades pass, we do notice when we start to lose the people we are used to routinely seeing and interacting with. People either move away, or they’ve passed away. And then I reflect on the time that was shared and noticing those changes becomes much clearer and tangible, because the impact of that loss is real. And those people are missed. Not seeing them and hearing their voices is a loss. But of the many blessings we do have, is our time shared, and the memories made.
Again, our condolences and prayers go out for Norman and his family. May he rest in peace.
With deepest sympathy, Bill & Jill LaPorte and family