Gerald Glenn Moores

19 November , 193425 November , 2018

It is with great sadness that we announce the passing of G. Glenn Moores on November 25th, 2018, at the age of 84 years. He was born November 19th, 1934, in Deer Lake, Newfoundland.

He is survived by his wife Thelma; children Cathy (Sam), Danny (Carol), Stevie (Ning), Susie (Dave), and Lisa (Dave); step-children Anne (Cindy) and Rob (Holly); sister Ruby; brothers Frank and Bert; and many grandchildren, great-grandchildren, nieces, and nephews. He is predeceased by his daughter Colleen; parents Edith and Cuthbert; and siblings Eric, Roy, and Marie.

He will be lovingly remembered for his love for his family and his witty sense of humour.

There will be no service, at the request of Glenn. There will be a private family gathering held in his honour at a later date, with lots of food, music, and laughter, as he would have wished.

In memory of Glenn’s love of all animals, donations may be made to the SPCA or the Newfoundland Pony Society.


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Carol Munro

8 January 2019

My memories of Glen are wonderful and I will always treasure them. Glen’s hair and his personality, love of singing and dancing distinguishes Glen from anyone I have ever known. His love for my sister Thelma was so very special. They were inseparable.
I am so blessed to have known Glen
I will miss his smile and gently ways.
Glen save a dance for me!!

Anne Webb

4 December 2018

I haven't been around Glenn for many years, so the fondest memory I have is when he lived his life on an acreage in Goulds NL ( outside of St. John's) with his first wife, my mother and the mother of all his children, Barbara (Webb) , and they would be taking care of the Nfld. Ponies and the litter of kittens in their barn out back of their house. There was a large dog Tim, a Collie belonging to the neighbors who loved hanging out with Glenn and then there was their old dog Pinji who hung out as well. I remember his red pick up truck filled with bales of hay and my German shepherd, Becky who rode in the cab with Glenn on many outings to get the hay back to the barn. His love of animals and how they loved him paints a very nice image of Glenn. A way of life that seemed to be so suitable and close to his heart. This is how I will always remember my stepfather. RIP Glenn.
Love, Anne.