MOORE, Ann Elizabeth

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Last Name
Given Names
Ann Elizabeth
Better known as
Date of Birth
Age at Death
Place of Birth
Oakland, California
Family Tree
  John Moore Family Tree
Birth Mother
Barbara Ann Moore
Birth Father
John V Moore
Carolyn Louise Moore Layton, Rebecca Elaine Moore
Non-Temple Relatives
Body Identification Number
Burial Location
Davis Cemetery, Davis, CA
Source of Death Information
House Foreign Affairs Committee report; FBI document 89-4286-1302 (prepared 12/78)
Entry into Guyana
Residence (US)
San Francisco, California
Residence (JT)
Cottage 50
Occupation in U.S./Skills, Talents & Interests
registered nurse (RYMUR 89-4286-X-5-a-26s)
Occupation in Jonestown (Temple Records)
Nurse (RYMUR 89-4286-X-4-l-4c); Medical staff (bond) (RYMUR 89-4286-E-2-A-1mmmm)
Jonestown Roles (FBI Records)
Planning Commission (FBI document 89-4286-1207); Registered Nurse (FBI Report, 89-4286-1681); Medical staff (FBI document 89-4286-1552)
Government Income
“I went to school with Annie at Emerson Junior High School and Davis Senior High School in Davis, California. She was my friend. I adored her and she always made me laugh. In my school yearbooks I can still read the wonderful, funny things she wrote to me. I remember going on bike rides with her and other friends in Davis--she was SO WONDERFUL!!! In 1976 I graduated from UCD and moved to San Francisco and worked at Kaiser Hospital. I remember hearing that Annie was in SF and that I should look her up. I never did and I wish I had. I have always been upset about what happened to Annie at Jonestown and I have never understood it. When I look at pictures of her now I just say "yes--that's Annie--she was my friend and I cared about her and I needed her to care about me and why did she die???" I don't understand why she thought she needed to die. What I remember most about her was her smile and her humor. ” - Catherine Laben-Baldwin

Remembering Annie Moore ” - Ken and Diane Wagstaff

Before The Wind: Remembering Annie Moore ” - Ken Risling

Annie: An Enigma ” - Rebecca Moore

“One day, Annie Moore, Carolyn Layton's younger sister, came and stayed as if she had always been there. Unlike Carolyn – one of Jim's most respected staff and a reserved, low-key but observant presence – there was an immediate feeling of familiarity with Annie, as if you had always known her. Whether she was being her uninhibited, irreverent and riotously funny self or connecting on a serious level, you couldn't help but marvel at her, and just appreciate that she was there with you, with us all. I came into the front door of the Temple one night as Jim and his retinue were approaching the large foyer from the other side and I headed up the front stairs to avoid them. The movie, "Greystoke: Lord of the Apes" (a literal redo of E.R. Burroughs' Tarzan novel) was newly released and they were returning from it. Annie, not to be avoided, went into a great ape imitation, sweeping around the room on her long legs and knuckles, making ape noises, as Jim stood against the wall with the others, laughing his high-pitched hyena laugh. In no time she was bounding up the stairs to where I was, inspecting my sleeve with ape-like fascination, and then departing as she had come. Classic Annie. I don't know if she did it to make me feel included, but it did--it's still my most memorable encounter with her. ” - Kathryn Barbour

“When I came to Chico, CA in 1961, the second or third year, the Moore family, including their three daughters, took me in. Their neighbors towards Bidwell Park had a little girl who was Ann's friend. One day Ann, in the presence of 2 or 3 neighborhood girls, went through a symbolic American Indian blood brother pretend ceremony of cutting both our forearms and joining our "blood." After almost 50 years I still remember the precious event.” - Mohan Isaac

“I met Annie in September 1966, during orientation for 7th grade at Emerson Junior High School. Her locker was 2-3 down from mine, and she was the only one in the hallway. As I walked up to my locker, she looked art me and said, "Do you know how to get these things to work?" and I replied that this was my first time trying. So we figured it out together. Whenever we saw each other at the lockers, we would greet and smile, like the memory was a comfort. By the end of the week, my older sister, attending Davis High School, asked me if I had made any friends, yet, at my new school. When I had told her that the only person I really considered a friend yet was Annie Moore, she got all excited and said, "Could she be related to Becky Moore? She's the first friend I met at High School." From there on, the bond was special, even though we never had any classes together and I went to the same school for only 1 year, and then half of a second year after a semester break. I remember her as quiet, and that she liked to draw. One night I had dinner with her family and slept over. After turning out the light and settling in, Annie asked me about my faith, and what I felt about life and death. She listened so intently, and then became silent, pensive. I felt she was looking into my soul and taking it in, without judgement but with care. No one had ever touched me or allowed me to touch them in that way before, and few after have. When I hear others talk about Annie, I see the fun side of her, which I never got to see. When I was attending UC Berkeley, I ran into a mutual classmate, Sandra, who told me that Annie had gone into nursing but new nothing else. Our times together were so brief, but I have that one night indelibly written on my heart and have read it often throughout the years. I wish there had been more, Annie, but you are one of those people who have taught me that even short moments of time can deeply influence another person, and it has made me a better and more confident person, myself. I love you and miss you.” - Nancy Anderson Campbell

Imperfections of Love: My Friendship with Annie Moore” - Eileen Allen

A Special Bond, An Indelible Memory” - Nancy Anderson Campbell

Angel of Death, My Beloved” - Ken Risling

Annie Moore: A Belated Personal Eulogy and Requiem” - Buck Butler

The Questions of Annie Moore” - Nancy Anderson Campbell