Born near Jermyn, Texas, my uncle Jeff was the youngest of William Lee and Ada May Comstock Moody's seven surviving children. When he was less than two years old, his dad died, and Ada moved the family to Mineral Wells, where he grew up. His first job was at a service station, pumping gas and learning to work on cars. When WWII came along, he wanted to enlist but his club foot kept him out of the Army, a situation he had trouble accepting - after all, he'd been tromping around on that foot for nearly twenty-one years, and if he didn't have a problem with it, why should the Army? He consoled himself with a job in an ammunition factory out in Georgia, where his sister Ora lived near her Army husband's last stateside posting. When his brother-in-law was killed, she went back to Texas, but Jeff stayed in Georgia until the end of the war.

After the war ended, he changed jobs and began to learn how to repair major appliances, and then later air conditioners. He also began to display the wanderlust that marked the rest of his life. Jeff wandered across the southern half of the nation, seldom staying anywhere for more than a few years. He made friends and always had good work, but he just couldn't stay settled. Jeff always had girlfriends, but never married, his wandering ways pretty much preventing his relationships from getting that serious. However far he wandered though, he stayed in touch with family, and if you needed him, he was there.

Jeff developed an affection for the desert Southwest. He spoke fluent Spanish, he loved the people and the land, and did the most of his wandering in Texas, New Mexico, and Arizona. When age and infirmity finally slowed him down, he chose Arizona to retire in, spending his last years in Youngtown. Now he roams in Heaven with loved ones gone on before.