well educated. I think a brother of her's was at one time a President of Davidson College. Both Grandpa and (Grandma realized that I needed better training than I was get in the schools there, so I was sent to Westminster School (a school of mountain boys and girls) outside (8 miles) of Rutherfordton, North Carolina. I went there in the fall of 1905, and was there for three terms, until I entered Davidson In 1908. As I said, my life with them was happy and secure.
Grandpa was not a tall man, I do not suppose he was over feet 5 or 6 inches in height and all of his sons and daughter were taller than he was, and also taller than Grandmother Margaret Gibbon, their mother, She was a small woman I was told, weighing just about 100 pounds. What Grandpa lacked in height he somewhat made up in girth, His hair, when I first remember him, was an iron-gray. His picture shows dark black hair as a younger man. In later years he wore a 10 or 12 inch beard. He had a full head of hair which he wore fairly long. I am sure his sons were all thankful for this fact, as none of them were ever bald, and while some of his grandsons do not now (1965) have too much hair, none of them would be classified as bald.
I am not positive about the color of his eyes but I think that they must have been blue, for as far as I can remember all of his children had blue eyes, and I think the same is true of most of his grandchildren.
I do remember that while he could at times look quite stern, and you felt he could see clear through you, most of the time has eyes twinkled with pleasure and fun, for he loved people and enjoyed being with his folks and friends.
One very remarkable thing I have noticed is the very striking resemblance between Grandpa, Papa, me and our John Wilson Moore at or during the years when we were 18 to 20. We have pictures which show this fact very clearly. If the dress and background could have been the same, and the quality of the pictures had been equal, I am sure people who did not know us personally would have had a hard time telling whose picture was who. grandpa had a finely shaped head as can be seen from his pictures.
The day at Grandpa's began with family worship. No one sat down to eat until Grandpa had road the scripture and had had a prayer. No one went to bed, either, until we had gathered around him again for prayers. One thing I will always remember all my days was the feeling one had, that Grandpa in his prayers communicating with a Person he knew. There was a sense of reality-there that I have never felt with the same degree in the Prayers of any other person. This includes Papa and the Uncles, two of whom were ministers.