My father would have turned 100 years old today had he not passed away in 2014. He lived a long and good life with hardships I didn’t have to face — extreme poverty in the Great Depression, surviving numerous brutal battles in the South Pacific in WWII, etc. Us kids were lucky to have him as our father. Gentle, kind, funny — his hand always extended to those in need. I wouldn’t be who I am without him. He was grateful for his union (the UAW), he loved the Kennedys and Roosevelts, Tony Bennett and Springsteen, Francis of Assisi and “Amadeus.” He hated war and had hoped to live long enough to see a woman in the White House. You all woulda loved him. I miss him every day but deeply believe that he has never really left. As with all of us, how we live our lives, and the people whom we affect, is how we live on. Francis R. Moore lives on. Happy Birthday Dad!
A great tribute to your Dad, who obviously had a great deal to do with how you turned out. At 91 yrs. of age, I share his hope of seeing a woman president before I croak.
I love the clip of you asking your Dad on the phone if he you could leave you a ball team or an oil company! His tone is priceless!
I lost my father in 2009. He also grew up dirt poor in the Depression but did ok as an adult, served in the Navy and found a good job with the City of Winston-Salem.
Mama caught a pan on fire once, picked it up off the stove, panicked, and set in on the kitchen floor where it burned a big hole in the linoleum. Daddy went over to my Grandmother’s house and got a big scrap of her linoleum that she had left over from doing her kitchen floor. It was white but had spackles of color all through it.
He stenciled and cut out a big rooster shape of Grandmother’s linoleum, and cut the burned hole to fit, and set it in there. It was a perfect fit! We had this big rooster in our kitchen floor. It looked so cool and artistic and professional. You would have never known that it was because Mama burned a hole in the floor.
My mom Mary was also born in 1921. She grew up as one of nine kids during the depression in Chicago. Her Dad was the vice president of the engineers union, and when Al Capone came in and told them he was taking over the union, my father and his best friend, the union president said no. Capones people went to his best friends house on a sunday and executed him on the lawn in front of his family. My grandfather was then blacklisted from ever being an engineer again, with 9 kids to feed during the depression. Two of them did not survive childhood. I am grateful to come from a long line of strong women. My mom passed in 2008 and I miss her every day.
Next time you are in Chicago, my friends and I would love to run some ideas by you. In this crazy earbud nation of zombies its nice to sit down with someone and be able to look them in the eye when you're talking to them. Best of luck in all you do,
My mom would have been 98 yesterday. She made it to 93. She was a pretty amazing woman. A Holocaust survivor, she had Alzheimer’s for a long time. She was politically active in New York and wrote translations of unspeakable documents for the Holocaust museum in nyc. I miss her and of course my dad too. They met in a labor camp in Slovakia
Michael, my Dad would also be 100, three days from now. Also a Vet of WW II and Korea - Army Air Corps. In North Africa and Italy. Always lent a helping hand easily to those needing it, especially the family elders before him, many Aunts Liv in g alone on just Soc Security. He was the most honest person I have known in my life; a lawyer, who had an incredible respect for the law. Tremendous ethics. Also a true patriot. Seems your Dad was too. Not the type of “patriot” who must show his “patriotism” by sticking a giant flag on the back of his truck, flying in the face of all it passes. A true patriot need not proclaim himself to be one. He just is, by his actions; he does what’s right and just. Like you, I miss him every day. Though I miss him very much, I am grateful that he did not live to see the disintegration of our democracy unfold before our eyes, from 2016 onward. Happy celebretorial centenaries to our fathers!
It is amazing what our parents went through between a childhood in the Great Depression and World War II as they came of age. My mom would have turned 100 last week, 8/17. She was widowed at 34 when my father, a vet died from Hodgkins Disease in 1956. During the war he was on his way to Okinawa when the atom bombs were dropped and the war was over. To celebrate his division went swimming unknowingly in radioactive waters. I was 7, my brother was 2. She never dated again because she loved him so much and she lived to be 97. I miss the romance, manners and the courtesies of that generation. I don't think we will ever see the like again. Raising a toast to all of them...
Michael, a wonderful tribute to your Dad. He obviously did an outstanding job of instilling in you the personal traits that make you such an example that your fans applaud. Happy Birthday to your Father and Happy everyday to you.
Thank you for posting that tribute, Michael. Your dad sounds like an amazing man. My parents were from the same generation--my mother turns 99 soon (sadly, she suffers from dementia); my father died in 2017 at 93. They were both lifelong leftists and big fans of yours.My mother-in-law would also turn 100 this year if she were around. People from that era truly were the Hero Generation.
Nice tribute to your dad. I'm 78, and after my dad had retired (he owned a small general farm in Michigan, plus worked "on the line" in an OEM air conditioner manufacturing plant), I remember asking him what he thought was the best improvement in the automobile? Without batting an eye, he said "Turn signals!". I was a bit startled and repeated his answer and ask him if he was sure. Again he quickly responded that he was. So, I asked him why? He said, "Because before turn signals, you could never tell for sure what the car in front of you was going to do when an arm came out of the driver's window; and the women were the worst! When they stuck their arm out the window you never knew if they were waving at somebody, trying to dry their finger-nail polish, or giving a hand signal for turning. So when a woman stuck her arm out the window, you just slowed way down and backed off to wait to see just what the car was going to do!" I thought it was a great response and still do.
Yes Michael, your dad is always with you. Keep loving him and talking to him. My mom was born 100 hundred years ago this Aug 25. My dad fought in the pacific also! We are so blessed to have known this great generation.
Thanks for sharing about your dad. It is further proof of our parents as role models. When I lived in Iran ages 0-14 my mom would monthly fill our big SUV with tons of bags of food and take us 4 kids to the poverty section of Tehran to distribute food . I continue in her footsteps. She would have been 103 this year.
A great tribute to your Dad, who obviously had a great deal to do with how you turned out. At 91 yrs. of age, I share his hope of seeing a woman president before I croak.
I love the clip of you asking your Dad on the phone if he you could leave you a ball team or an oil company! His tone is priceless!
I lost my father in 2009. He also grew up dirt poor in the Depression but did ok as an adult, served in the Navy and found a good job with the City of Winston-Salem.
Mama caught a pan on fire once, picked it up off the stove, panicked, and set in on the kitchen floor where it burned a big hole in the linoleum. Daddy went over to my Grandmother’s house and got a big scrap of her linoleum that she had left over from doing her kitchen floor. It was white but had spackles of color all through it.
He stenciled and cut out a big rooster shape of Grandmother’s linoleum, and cut the burned hole to fit, and set it in there. It was a perfect fit! We had this big rooster in our kitchen floor. It looked so cool and artistic and professional. You would have never known that it was because Mama burned a hole in the floor.
My Dad was an awesome guy. I miss him. 💔
Hi Michael,
My mom Mary was also born in 1921. She grew up as one of nine kids during the depression in Chicago. Her Dad was the vice president of the engineers union, and when Al Capone came in and told them he was taking over the union, my father and his best friend, the union president said no. Capones people went to his best friends house on a sunday and executed him on the lawn in front of his family. My grandfather was then blacklisted from ever being an engineer again, with 9 kids to feed during the depression. Two of them did not survive childhood. I am grateful to come from a long line of strong women. My mom passed in 2008 and I miss her every day.
Next time you are in Chicago, my friends and I would love to run some ideas by you. In this crazy earbud nation of zombies its nice to sit down with someone and be able to look them in the eye when you're talking to them. Best of luck in all you do,
LLAP, Deny Reynolds
My mom would have been 98 yesterday. She made it to 93. She was a pretty amazing woman. A Holocaust survivor, she had Alzheimer’s for a long time. She was politically active in New York and wrote translations of unspeakable documents for the Holocaust museum in nyc. I miss her and of course my dad too. They met in a labor camp in Slovakia
Michael, my Dad would also be 100, three days from now. Also a Vet of WW II and Korea - Army Air Corps. In North Africa and Italy. Always lent a helping hand easily to those needing it, especially the family elders before him, many Aunts Liv in g alone on just Soc Security. He was the most honest person I have known in my life; a lawyer, who had an incredible respect for the law. Tremendous ethics. Also a true patriot. Seems your Dad was too. Not the type of “patriot” who must show his “patriotism” by sticking a giant flag on the back of his truck, flying in the face of all it passes. A true patriot need not proclaim himself to be one. He just is, by his actions; he does what’s right and just. Like you, I miss him every day. Though I miss him very much, I am grateful that he did not live to see the disintegration of our democracy unfold before our eyes, from 2016 onward. Happy celebretorial centenaries to our fathers!
It is amazing what our parents went through between a childhood in the Great Depression and World War II as they came of age. My mom would have turned 100 last week, 8/17. She was widowed at 34 when my father, a vet died from Hodgkins Disease in 1956. During the war he was on his way to Okinawa when the atom bombs were dropped and the war was over. To celebrate his division went swimming unknowingly in radioactive waters. I was 7, my brother was 2. She never dated again because she loved him so much and she lived to be 97. I miss the romance, manners and the courtesies of that generation. I don't think we will ever see the like again. Raising a toast to all of them...
What a wonderful tribute to your father! ❤️❤️❤️
Michael, a wonderful tribute to your Dad. He obviously did an outstanding job of instilling in you the personal traits that make you such an example that your fans applaud. Happy Birthday to your Father and Happy everyday to you.
Happy Birthday Mr. Moore! Thank you for raising one truly compassionate man. He learned that stuff at home, from his parents.
My Dad would be 85, and he’s always on my mind.
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Thank you for posting that tribute, Michael. Your dad sounds like an amazing man. My parents were from the same generation--my mother turns 99 soon (sadly, she suffers from dementia); my father died in 2017 at 93. They were both lifelong leftists and big fans of yours.My mother-in-law would also turn 100 this year if she were around. People from that era truly were the Hero Generation.
Nice tribute to your dad. I'm 78, and after my dad had retired (he owned a small general farm in Michigan, plus worked "on the line" in an OEM air conditioner manufacturing plant), I remember asking him what he thought was the best improvement in the automobile? Without batting an eye, he said "Turn signals!". I was a bit startled and repeated his answer and ask him if he was sure. Again he quickly responded that he was. So, I asked him why? He said, "Because before turn signals, you could never tell for sure what the car in front of you was going to do when an arm came out of the driver's window; and the women were the worst! When they stuck their arm out the window you never knew if they were waving at somebody, trying to dry their finger-nail polish, or giving a hand signal for turning. So when a woman stuck her arm out the window, you just slowed way down and backed off to wait to see just what the car was going to do!" I thought it was a great response and still do.
Such a beautiful tribute. To be loved as a child forms one's future sense of empathy for mankind. So a tribute to you as well, Michael Moore.
Blessings to you and all your family. And thanks for sharing. Now your wonderful dad lives on with all of us.
Happy birthday Francis!
Yes Michael, your dad is always with you. Keep loving him and talking to him. My mom was born 100 hundred years ago this Aug 25. My dad fought in the pacific also! We are so blessed to have known this great generation.
Thanks for sharing about your dad. It is further proof of our parents as role models. When I lived in Iran ages 0-14 my mom would monthly fill our big SUV with tons of bags of food and take us 4 kids to the poverty section of Tehran to distribute food . I continue in her footsteps. She would have been 103 this year.
A beautiful tribute; thank you for sharing a bit about him with us!