Louise Mosley Lemmings was born on May 22, 1942 in Garner, Kentucky. She was the daughter of the late
Asey Mosley and the late Janie Collins Mosley. She had three sisters: Nadine Mosley White (deceased),
Bonnie Reynolds of Mallie Kentucky, and Willa Dean Combs of Hindman, Kentucky and Shelby Mosley
(deceased); one half sister: Sally Fay Slone (deceased); three children: Eugene Mosley and wife, Molly, of
Hindman, Kentucky, Lois Allen of Litt Carr, Kentucky, and Regina Davis and husband, Parice Davis, of Litt Carr,
Kentucky; eight grandchildren: Melissa Jane Mosley, Amanda Jean Mosley, Kayla Renae Mosley, Christa
Leighann Mosley, Jonathan Mosley, Benjamin Mosley, Larry Eugene Lemmings, and Parice William Davis, III.
Louise had taken in Dennis Handshoe when he was sixteen years old and a friend of Eugene Mosley, her son.
Dennis Handshoe became a good friend and part of the family. He always did grass cutting or was helping her
with outside chores. Later on, she took in Arthur Lee Handshoe when he was eight years old and raised him.
He became part of the family, too. My mother was asked if a difference was made. She said, “No! he’s the
same as mine, and as long as I have a home, he will be too.” My mother used to take care of Tobe and Ruben
Perkins. She would walk everyday to and from work and she helped take care of her own mother who was sick
at the time. She would put in long and hard hours between working and raising us children, and just getting by.
But she never did complain and I didn’t understand why.
But in 1977 mom started going to church. Soon after she joined the Reynolds Fork Old Regular Baptist
Church and was baptized. She really loved the Lord, and she would tell everyone the good things that the Lord
had done for her. In 2003 my mother was told she had leukemia. By November, 2003 she had lung cancer and
it was spreading fast. The doctors said there was nothing they could do. She told the doctors that she wasn’t
scared because she had God, and He would take her when He was ready, and when He does I’m ready to go,
she would say. In the early morning of January 7, 2004 my mother started getting worse. She reached and
took me by the hand and said, “Baby, mommy’s going home,” and hat she loved me. I told her it was ok to go
home and rest with Jesus for she would be cured and in no more pain. She set her eyes on Heaven and went on
her way. She’s gone but not forgotten, and we miss her a lot and love her. God gives us breath and we live, He
takes it and we die. He leaves us a promise that we can see her again, if we repent of our sins. Thank you
Lord for your love and what you did for our mother.
We would also like to give a very special thank you to Brother Paul Watson for staying with our family in our
time of need.
Written by: Regina Davis for Louise Lemmings