NEWS: <b>Moses</b> Family Gathering, 1978, Whitley Co.
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The Whitley Republican, Williamsburg, KY - Thurs., Oct. 24, 1978

heads or tales/Gene Siler, Sr.
The gathering of the Moses clan
   Tall, green mountains reach upwards toward the white cloud banks.
   Shimmering fogs cluster and linger upon the hillsides as if reluctant to
leave such a pretty valley.
  Green pastures seem to tell us this is just where the Good Shepherd may
have led his sheep.
   A creek gurgles its song of happiness as it meanders towards the sea
hundred of miles way out yonder somewhere.
   Three quiet cemeteries continually mourn for dead folks and all of these
cemeteries keep quiet vigil for some Moseses, Davenports, Ellisons,
Lambdins, Coxes and Silers.
   But by far both the living and dead in this valley are mainly Moses
people.
   You guessed it.  This is Wolf Creek and the Moses Reunion is at hand.
   The crowd gathers each year -- the lame, the halt, the babies, the old
men and women with walking sticks, the young frisky boys and charming girls.
   Certainly they are all here.
   They came in singing their songs and picking guitars.  At midday, they
stop for pies, cakes, fried corn, chicken, meat loaf and cornbread.  In
fading afternoon they hug one another, shake hands and take their leave --
200 of them -- going back to Cincinnati, Detroit, Florida, Arizona, and
Chicago.
   Once each year I tell them, "I am Gene Siler Moses" and they whoop and
holler as I repeat this one-day title of mine.  What a great people to take
me into their clan in this manner.
   God said to Moses, "The eternal God is thy refuge and underneath are the
everlasting arms."
  These Moses people seem to believe it.