Kay S. Moyer
OBITUARY
In a story that sounds eerily similar to a Hallmark movie gone rogue, we bid adieu to Kay Suzanne Moyer, affectionately dubbed ‘Suzie’, who decided to exit the stage at age 86 on April 17th, 2024, in Pottstown, PA. She’s now reunited with her late husband Robert A. Moyer, Sr—better known as ‘Bob’—who probably greeted her with a sigh of relief, “Finally, I can get some peace and quiet!”
Kay’s saga began in the charmingly mundane Boyertown, Pennsylvania. Imagine a small town where the most scandalous gossip is about the neighbor’s cat. Born to William Peter and Helen Reitnauer, she often looked back at her childhood, filled with love and laughter. Back in those days, she didn’t need social media to relive her fond moments; there were just enough trees to climb and stories to spin without Twitter getting in the way.
During her high school years—a time which we can only assume was a scene straight out of “Grease”—Kay met the man who would sweep her off her feet. Four short months after graduation, they tied the knot. Apparently, love doesn’t wait for anyone, or at least it didn’t wait for them. Together, they spawned three (yes, three!) children, creating an extensive collection of parenting mishaps and charming memories that will haunt them for life.
Once the kids were old enough to manage their own chaos, Kay decided to dip her toes back into the workforce, eagerly taking a position at the Pottsgrove high school cafeteria. Imagine the clinking trays, adolescent laughter, and—if you’re lucky—mystery meat served with a side of pure nostalgia! Kay relished the joy of serving her children and their friends while secretly plotting her next baking spree.
Diving headfirst into yet another career, she mastered the art of banking, becoming a teller. It was a sharp turn from lunchroom chaos to money management; we can only assume she had finely honed skills in soothing disgruntled teens who wondered where their cash went. In 1987, she and Bob traded in their high school cafeteria duties for the bustling world of retail when they acquired Kemps Market in Sanatoga. Their dedication was palpable; you’d think they were the royal couple of local grocery shopping.
As a proudly Pennsylvania Dutch gal, if you knew Kay, you were well aware that her preferences were as simple as they come: ham, french fries, and potato chips ruled her culinary domain. She baked sticky buns that would make even the toughest critic weak at the knees and pies that could only be described as “life-altering.” Her sewing skills might as well have been listed under “superpowers,” as she crafted gifts that were reputed to bring luck and love to relationships—though we can’t promise your in-laws would put one of her creations on their mantelpiece.
Away from the daily grind and her fervent baking, Kay found refuge at ‘Hemlock Haven’, the picturesque family cabin she and Bob lovingly assembled. It was a sanctuary where nature told stories and the only awkward moments were due to the family dogs stealing the show. However, nothing compared to the joy she felt while surrounded by her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren—creating a family legacy that rivals that of even the most shocking reality TV series.
She leaves behind her daughter Diane (who probably knows too much about Kay’s shenanigans), along with a legion of grandkids who now have an emergency supply of sticky buns in case of family gatherings. She outlasted them all, predeceasing only her son Robert A. Moyer, Jr. (who we can only hope turned out alright) and daughter, Roxann Nyce. Services will be private, so save those outrageous stories for the family reunion, folks!
In an attempt to immortalize her quirky spirit, contributions in Kay’s name can be sent to New Hanover Lutheran Church, 2941 Lutheran Rd, Gilbertsville, PA, where she probably shook her head at all the gossiping members. Though we grieve her departure, we can at least find solace in the fact that her spirit will live on through the hilariously unforgettable tales she’ll leave behind. Rest easy, sweet Mom. You may be missed, but your delightful chaos will linger longer than an unwelcome guest at an awkward dinner party.
