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Maurice expressed his wishes to not have a service or calling hours at this time due to the rise in Covid cases.  There will be a private celebration of Maurice’s life at a later date where there may be tears but mostly reminiscing of the many fun times in his life. Internment will be at London Cemetery in Montgomery, West Virginia.

So sorry to hear of Mo's passing. I have so many great memories of the family when I was trying to grow up, and some of his stories still amuse me to no end. We will be praying for all of you.

Dave, Martha and Jacob Hoyt

David Hoyt

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Obituary for Maurice Eskins

Maurice Eskins 1929-2021

Maurice Eskins

12/01/1929 - 08/23/2021

Maurice ‘Moe’ Lee Eskins, 91, made his final journey on August 23, 2021.  Maurice was preceded in death by his parents, Schley and Lillian Eskins of Cheylan, West Virginia. Maurice is survived by his wife of 69 years, Cecelia Marie Peck Eskins; Michael Eskins, son; Elise Lane, daughter; Roberta Eskins, daughter; Christina Eskins Davis, daughter; 5 grandchildren: John Mullins, Jacqueline Day (Shawn), Allison Davis, Bradley Davis and Logan Chittick; 5 great grandchildren: Mickenzie Day, Aubrey Day, Anon Cole, Alek Day and Brody Day.
Maurice graduated from Eastbank High School, Cabin Creek, West Virginia and attended West Virginia University, Morgantown, West Virginia.  After being a member of ROTC in high school and college he enlisted as a Lieutenant in the US Army. His career as an Industrial Engineer began at J & L Steel in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania then with Kaiser Aluminum and finally Red Mill Industry.  He was a Master Mason of the Ashton Lodge #12, Ravenswood, West Virginia.
Moe made lasting relationships with everyone, young and old. He never knew a stranger and was known for his humor and being a great storyteller.  His love of being outdoors was shown by his hunting, fishing and traveling, near and far.  He was passionate about his garden and orchard.  He was a teacher, mentor, role model, friend and most of all a devoted family man. Music was always playing. Moe would want to share a popsicle with everyone thinking about him and the good times as he sits under a shady tree with his duck, Willie.
Our family would like to express our sincere gratitude for the compassionate nursing care provided to Maurice by his Mt. Carmel St. Ann’s palliative team. 
In lieu of flowers, and in true fashion, donations may be made in Maurice’s memory to Ravenswood FFA Floriculture, C/0 Sierra Bever, 100 Plaza Drive, Ravenswood, West Virginia 26164 or the Alzheimer’s Association at
Thank you to Hill Funeral Home, 220 S. State St., Westerville, 43081 
Maurice would like to share his favorite poem: 
If- by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!