George William Graham

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The Story of My Fathers Line

George William Graham

By Erma Graham Lewis Jensen

(Note:  This history was retyped on 18 December 2008, exactly has Erma Graham Lewis Jensen had typed the original copy.  Spelling, grammar, punctuations are exactly as the original copy.)

            My father, George William Graham was born, 27 September 1874, at Fairview, San Pete County, Utah.  He was born in a one room, log house, built by his father, George Graham.  His brother James Richard, was born there, the 15 May 1876.  His father died in 1877, and his mother Ann Briggs Graham, died 17 April 1880.  He and his brother were left orphans before he was six, and before his brother was four.  He couldn't remember his father and very little about his mother.

            His grandmother Briggs, came to live with the two little boys in the one room log house, and his Aunt Eliza Briggs lived with them till she married Parley Rodger Young.

            He stayed with his Aunt Sarah Briggs Jones, and with his Aunt Eliza Briggs Young, in Fairview, some of the time, but he and his brother lived with his grandmother Briggs, most of the time.  She was a widow.

            One time when his grandmother made his some pants with his first pockets, he put his hands in the pockets and said, "Grandma, does the Lord have pockets in his pants"?  He was baptized, 1 October 1882.

            By the time he was 11, and Jim 9, they hawled hay from Milburn, a town three or four miles north of Fairview.  He did all kinds of farm work.  He also herded sheep for his grandmother.  When he was about 13, a cousin Susie Jones brought a girl friend over to his home.  Her name was Olivia Christina Larsen.  She came from Ephraim, Utah to visit her brother Lewis Larsen, who lived close to Susie's home.  By the time they left that afternoon, he knew she was the girl he wanted to marry some day.  Every time she came to Fairview, they always got together.  She also had an older sister, Nora who lived there, that she visited with.

            He told about Ernest Minor, and himself making a play wagon, by sawing slices off a pole for wheels.  Then they made a road going down into a creek bed, and playing they were hawling logs out of the canyon.

            He had three boy friends.  Frank Minor, John Graham and Melvin Minor.  They would pay out by the pig pen, and tried to push each other in.  It was very dirty, so they worked hard to stay out, and put the other in.

            When he was fifteen, the Bishop at Milburn asked him to play the mouth organ on the 24 July for the children to braid the Maypole.  He walked the three or four miles and played for them, and then walked home.

            One Christmas, he got a pocket knife, and one year a mouth organ, but generally he just received sox that his grandmother knit for him. 

            He went to school, thru the eight grade, and one year of High School.  Olivia tried to get him to go thru High School, but he had to herd his grandmother's sheep to earn a living.  He herded sheep for his grandmother, and other men for many years.  Once when he was herding, the sheep were very thirsty, and they smelled the water.  They started running, and they ran so fast, the back ones pushed the front ones into the water, and they all swam across the river.  He called his dog, Powell to go get them.  He swam across and chased them into the water, and they all swam back to the other side.  Sheep don't like water, but will always follow the leader.

            Thru the years Olivia, and George wrote letters to each other.  Her folks moved to Salt Lake City, Utah.  A few times he came to Conference, but many times they planned on getting together this way, and were disappointed, because he couldn't leave his work.  Any time one of her sisters were going to have a baby, she would go and do the house work for them while they were in bed.  Aunt Millie lived in Ephraim, Aunt Nora and Pete, and Uncle Lewis and Mary, lived in Fairview.  They got to see each other this way.

            Some times in her letters she would tell him about meeting some boy, and in his next letter he sounded like he had the blues.  Then she would write, and tell him she didn't like that boy as well as she did him.  Then she would get a letter telling her about some girl he had gone with, but he didn't like the other girl as well as he did her.

            Then she wrote, and told him she couldn't keep him from going with other girls, because they weren't engaged.  When he wrote and asked her to marry him, she said she would, but some times she had thought they would never make it.  She also said she was afraid her Bishop wouldn't give her a recommend, because she had gone to Randolph to help her brother when his wife died, and also to help Nora.  She was away from the ward so much that summer.  She told her father and mother about this, and her father said, one of them would go with her.  Her mother went with her.  She had worried for nothing, because when she told Bishop Driggs what she had come for, he told her he would be glad to give her a recommend.

            George had worried for the same reason because he had been gone all summer herding sheep, but he didn't have any trouble getting a recommend either.  She set the date for 16 September 1896.        

            He left Fairview with Aunt Nora's small daughter, Dora, on the Denver and Rio Grand train, for Salt Lake City to get married.  When they arrived Olivia wasn't there, so they started walking.  They hadn't gone far, when they could see her coming on the run.  They were married in the Salt Lake Temple.

            He had hazel eyes and dark brown hair, was six feet tall.  She was small with light brown hair.  She wore a white silk dress and size "two" white satin slippers, when they were married.  He called her his little Danish bride.  He was naturally a quiet serious person, and she was witty and full of fun.

            Dora says he was very particular with himself, and his clothes.  He had a mustache, and he had wax to make it stay the way he wanted it, and also to make it shine.  Dora said he was Dudie, that's what they called anyone in those days who was very particular.  All the men wore a mustache, but they weren't always fussy.

            Once he had taken a wheelbarrow full of something to a neighbor and Olivia had gone with him.  On the way back she said there was no good reason for him to push an empty wheelbarrow, so she climbed in and he pushed her home.  Some of the neighbors came out to see what was the matter with her.  They thought she had broken her leg or hurt herself.  She said he was a big tease, and by her letters, I'm sure she was a tease too.

            George and Olivia sang together in church parties, and everyone in town came to them.  One time they took singing lessons.  The ward put on shows, and they took parts.  Grandma Briggs lived with us till she died, except when she visited her daughters.

            Father herded sheep on the desert the winter of 1896 and 1897.  Once when father was cooking a meal over the camp fire a man rode up on a horse, and father asked him to eat with him, and his partner.  They had fried mutton, sour dough bread and coffee.  When the man rode away they both admitted they knew it was Butch Cassidy the famous outlaw.  They decided to follow him, and they found out where his famous Robbers Roost hide out was.  They didn't go right to it, because they didn't want to have any trouble with the outlaw gang.

            While he was out herding sheep, Olivia came to Salt Lake and lived with her folks.  She worked in the Temple three days a week, doing the work for a Mrs. Cornia.  When she had finished all the names, she told Mrs. Cornia she didn't want to be paid, but Mrs. Cornia said she had quite a few quilts, so she gave Olivia a quilt.

            In one of George's letters to Olivia while she was in Salt Lake working in the Temple, he asked her to send him three songs.  "The Pride of the Ball", Forty Years of Married Life, and Mistletoe Bow.  He met another young man herding sheep a few miles away.  He had only been married a short time too.  They would get together in the evenings, and talk about how lonesome they were to see their wives.  Some times they would sing, and they wanted to learn these three songs.  The young man was named, Andrew Anderson.

            The same winter Olivia went to a celebration for Wilford Woodruff for his ninetieth birthday, 1 March 1897.  She had the privilege of shaking hands with him, and his wife.  They had the celebration in the Tabernacle.  It was decorated with flowers and lights, and a arch decorated with the flag.  She said he was a handsome old gentleman.

            My brother, George Weldon was born, 25 July 1897.  Mother said he should be a Missionary, because she worked in the Temple, before he was born.  He was born in the little one room log house.

            One summer, Uncle Pete and father, took a contract to cut props for the mines at Castle Gate.  They cut the logs in the canyon, then hawled them out.  The fall after hawling props, Lafe Rawlins and he ran a 1000 sheep of his grandmother's and 1000 for another man.

            I (Erma) was also born in the little log house that father was born in, on the 10th of December 1899.

            He sold some ground in Milburn, and bought seven acres of ground from Uncle Pete.  He built one room with a leanto for a kitchen.  He used the logs from the little log house to build a pig pen and a cow stable.

            Mother always raised a garden, and fed the chickens, pigs, and cows.  She was training a young calf to drink out of a bucket by holding her hand down in the milk with her fingers sticking up.  The cow sucked her wedding ring off, and she never got it back.  Dora said she was pulling weeds to feed the pigs, and it came off.  Mother, Aunt Nora, and Dora hunted for it, but could never find it.  (I don't know which story is true.)  I believe Grandma Larsen told me the first story, so I believe it.)

            Then they moved to Huntington.  He took lessons by mail to be a barber, but it didn't pay, because people didn't have money enough and neighbors cut each others hair.  After that he was a water master, a road supervisor, and the Marshall.  Neldon and I, went with him to ring the curfew.  Vida Minnie was born in Hungtington, on the 17 May 1902.

            Father and Uncle Jim, worked in a gilsonite mine.  One day, a wagon load of men stopped in front of our house, father and Uncle Jim got out.  They all had the small pox, and the mine was closed down till they were all well.  Father and Uncle Jim lived in the grainery.  Mother would take their meals out, and set them on the ground.  Then she would go back in the house, and they would come and get it.  He didn't act like he was very sick.  Vida was little, and she would run after father.  Once she got between him and the grainery, and he had to climb a tree to get away from her.

            The ward put on the play, "Uncle Tom's Cabin".  Neldon and I were sitting in the audience with father.  Mother was in the play, but I don't know what part she took.  When they caught little Eva, and was beating her, I just screamed for him to stop beating my teacher.  Father had to take me out.  I don't know whether she was my Sunday School teacher, or Primary teacher.

            They lived in Helper for about two years.  It was a very small railroad town in a canyon.  It had a main street where all the business houses were, and a few side streets.  There was a saloon, and we lived a short way from it on one of the side streets.  Neldon went down by the saloon, and was digging in the dirt, and found a $5.00 gold piece.  He thought it was a penny, and took it to the store to buy candy.  The grocer thought he had taken it out of mother's purse.  He took Neldon home with the money, but mother didn't have a $5.00 gold piece in her purse.  Neldon then showed them where he dug it up.

            Venna was born in Helper, 2 April 1904.  They had a midwife, when each of us children were born.  I knew the midwife they had when Venna was born.  She was a widow with two boys.  She came to our home with a satchel, and went in the bedroom.  They wouldn't let us children in.  When she came out, father told us we had a new baby sister.  I heard it cry.  I wondered about it, because I knew the midwife only had two boys.  I decided she brought the baby in her satchel but where did she get it?

            They left Helper to move back to Huntington, to run Henry Ottostroms' farm.  Mother died there, 29 November 1905, and was buried there.  Father tried to hire a girl, to take care of us children, but he couldn't hire anyone, because he was a widower, and people would talk about the girl.  We came to Salt Lake, so Grandma Larsen could take care of us.

            Father was talking to Grandpa Larsen one day.  Grandpa mentioned that he drove a wagon load of supplies back east in a wagon train to meet pioneers coming west.  When they arrived at the Green River, four men were drowned.  Someone had told father that his father took a loaded wagon in that train.  He asked Grandfather Larsen, why he hadn't ever told him about George Graham being in that train.  Grandfather said, when he was on that trip, they didn't have a chance to talk to each other while they were driving.  In the evening the English men built one camp fire, and the Scandinavians built another.  The English couldn't understand the Scandinavians, and they couldn't understand the English, so grandfather Larsen never knew Grandfather Graham.  Father was always interested in anything about his father.

            Father hired a girl to help Grandma with the work.  After she had been there a while she suggested they get married and go away, and leave the children with Grandma.  He told her he couldn't do that, so she quit working for him.  After that Grandma took care of us without any help.

            We lived at 261 East 1 South a few houses from Joseph E. Taylor.  Grandfather Larsen was a friend of his, and he got father a job working for Taylor, taking care of the horses.  Taylor was a Mortician.  They had two beautiful white horses to pull the hearse.  Father went to night school to learn to be a mortician.  He told me, when he was older that when he first started embalming, it would make him sick, and he wouldn't be able to eat, when Grandma cooked a meal for him.  He gradually got over it.

            One of the first bodies he embalmed, was a tiny Japanese baby.  He took us children over to see it, all dressed in Japanese clothes.  It looked like a little doll.  When they buried it, they put food on the grave.  He worked for Joseph E. Taylor, till Taylor died, and his son William took over the business.  He laid father off, to hire a friend of his.  Through the years, William Taylor, and he became good friends.  This was in the winter, and he had a hard time finding work to earn money for food.  Grandma made milk gravy to put on potatoes.  Thickened water to make mush, with milk and sugar on it.

            Father shoveled snow off the sidewalks.  He also dug up frozen water pipes for the city.  He helped put a water tower on Z.C.M.I  He took any kind of work he could find to keep his family.  I can remember sitting on his lap, and laying my hand in the hollows of his checks, and I said, "Papa, why did you get married"?  And he said, "because I wanted some little girls and boys."

            We moved to what is called Social Hall Avenue.  We lived there one winter.  We went to the Lafayette School.  Then moved to Quince St., and went to the Washington School, one year.  I can't remember which wards we went to.

            Father took a correspondence course, in mechanical drawing in 1907.  I don't know how long he took this course.  I have a blue print of a vice he drew that is very good.  He also worked for the railroad, as a fireman.  When he got older, he wished he had stayed with this work, because they had a very good pension plan.  It also would have been steady.

            He met Emma Marie Jaer, thru a mutual friend, Christian Johansen, whose sister was marred to my mothers oldest brother, Oluf.  We called her "Pap's pretty lady".  They were married, 6 March 1909, in the Salt Lake Temple.  She had a beautiful dark blue silk wedding dress.

            She was a convert to the church, coming here with her sister Anna, from Norway.  The rest of her family never joined the church.

            Father had a brother-in-law, Enick Cornia, who worked for the national Tea Company, and he told father they needed men.  He went there, and got work, as a traveling salesman.  He also took orders for suits, and did embalming.  His route was in the coal camps.

            He wrote this story about, while he was traveling.  He called it, "The Most Embarrasing Experience of My Life."  "I was traveling on the road as a salesman.  My route was through country where the towns were not far enough apart to take a sleeper, so when I had to take a night train, I got what sleep I could in a chair car.  Leaving my headquarters one night, I caught a midnight train.  We had a range of mountains to cross over.  About three or four in the morning, I became very sleepy.  I laid back in my seat, and was soon fast asleep.  I got twisted around in my seat, and had what is called a nightmare."  I dreamed a man came thru the train, and as he passed me, he grabbed my traveling bag.  I jumped up, and grabbed one end of it, and in the struggle I woke up.  Right across the aisle from me was an old lady, and I found myself standing in the aisle, ahold of one end of the old lady's traveling bag, and she had a hold of the other end, hangin on with all her might, and looking daggers at me.  Just then the conductor called the name of the station I was going to, and I left before she had time to notify him of my actions."

            While father was a salesman, he met Fred Robinson.  The stopped at many of the same towns.  They took a room together, when ever they were in the same town at the same time.  When either one of them came to the hotel, they would always ask if the other one was registered, and if one was already registered, the other one would just go up to the room.

            Fred had a sister, and her husband, William and Myrtle Madsen, living in Helper.  The two men got to be close friends, and father was a good friend of Will and Myrtle.

            The folks moved to 923 West and 2nd North.  We went to the 29th ward, and the Jackson School.  The started buying this home.  It was new, but we hadn't lived there long, till they found out it wasn't built very well.

            Phillip was born in the L.D.S. Hospital, 24 December 1910.  Father was on the road when Marie went to the hospital, and Aunt Anna came with her children, and stayed with us.  The folks had bought Christmas presents for her children too.  Marie had already gone to the hospital when Aunt Anna came, so she didn't know where the presents were, so she asked me to help her find them.  They told her they got watches for George, Clyde and Eugene.  When father got home, he found that we had given three very expensive watches to the three boys.  They were watches he brought home to take to the jeweler in Salt Lake, to be repaired for some of his customers.  I guess the jeweler had plenty of repairing on those watches, and father had to pay for them.

            A Mr. Smith, from Bountiful, who worked at the Tea Company, told father what a nice town Bountiful was, also that there was a home across the street from his home, for rent.  The moved to 85 North 2nd West.  Our lot joined a peach orchard, and the owner, Mr. Session, gave us all of the peaches we wanted to eat.  We really liked Bountiful.  Then we moved to 59 North 100 West.

            Olivia was born, 30 July 1913, in the maternity home, at 264 North 100 East, while we lived in this home.

            Mark Holbrook lived across the street from us.  He asked my father to be their mortician, and also work in the furniture store.  He had to be away from home so much as a salesman, that he decided to take this position, so he could be home with his family more.

            The folks moved to 196 North 2nd East, and bought this home from a Mrs. Green.  We liked it so much, because there was an acre of ground with all kinds of fruit, and we always had a big garden, chickens, and cows.  The folks had one big early cherry tree that shaded so much ground, nothing could grow underneath it.  Marie wanted to cut it down, so vegetables could be planted there, but father couldn't cut it down, because all the children in the neighborhood had a branch that was theirs.  They would start eating those cherries when they just turned pink, and eat until they were all gone.

            Herbert was born in this home, 6 April 1916.  Marie and Aunt Mary E. Larsen, come from Fairview to take care of us.  Dr. Byron Kesler, was her Dr., for Olivia, Herbert, Marie, & Robert.  Marie was also born in this home, 23 November 1920.

            We went to the First Ward, and the Stoker School, and Bountiful Jr. High.

            Philip got arthritis, when he was nine years old.  The folks tried different doctor's and they couldn't find out what was wrong with him.  One Dr., Horace Holbrook said, Philip had tuberculosis of the bone.  He put Philip's leg in a cast, which had to be changed every six months.  It was the worst thing they could do, as they found out later.  It was children's arthritis, and it needed some exercise all the time.  He has had it, ever since.

            Marie bottled hundreds of quarts of fruit every summer, as well as corn, and string beans.

            Father was a city council man for years.  He was elected the first term, for two years, 9 November 1927.  He was reelected , 5 November  1929, for two years.  Reelecteed 3 November 1931, for four years.  He was reelected the last time, 6 January 1936, for four years.  He received $50.00 per year, and once a year the men, with their wives, took a trip to another town in the state for a convention.  He was responsible for having enough water for the city.  Getting new reservoirs when they were needed, and keeping the old one repaired, as well as the pipe lines.  He always had to work against people that wanted more water, but didn't want to pay for it.  He also worked hard to get Bountiful's Power Plant.  Which he believed in very much.  It is a real asset to Bountiful.  We have street lights on every corner, and in the middle of the block, also.  This is all payed for by the pant.  Some of the money leftover, pays for other improvements in Bountiful, without any debts.

            While in the city council, he mad many friends. Among the men that were in during those years were, Dr. Bryon Kesler, Mayor John Ledingham, William R. Smith, Bishop Burns, Amos Cook, J.A. Taylor, Dr. Stokes, John Bangerter, Durrel Burningham, Lloyd Riley, Bill Sessions, and Amby Briggs.  I'm sure there were many others that I can't remember.

            George Neldon went on a Mission to the North Western States, Idaho, Oregon, and Washington, for Two years, 25 June 1918.  When he came home, all ran out the front door to meet him.  Olivia was the baby, and as she ran thru the front hall she slipped and fell on the linoleum and said, "Darn that old slippery slide."  We all laughed and Neldon picked her up, and carried her in the house.

            One day when Herbert was three, or four years old, someone discovered he was gone, and we looked every where for him.  A couple of hours later he came home.  When his mother asked him where he had been, he told her he went down town.  The street car came along main street.  It stopped, and several children got on, and he got on with them, when the conductor came to collect the fares, they had gone quite a distance.  He didn't dare put him off, so he took him out to the other end of the line to Holladay.  Some of the children told the conductor where he got on.  The conductor put him off when he got back to Bountiful, at that stop.

            Erma Ann, was married 27 December 1920, to DeLos Lewis, of Bear River City, Utah.  They moved to Layton.

            George Neldon, went to Wallace, Idaho to work, and Vida Minnie and Erma Crowton, went to visit him.  He married Erma, 16 August 1921, in Wallace, Idaho.  They lived there, till Jack was born.

            Vida married Fred M. Ward, of Salt Lake, 24 December 1921, and they lived in Salt Lake for a few years.  Later they moved to California.

            The folks moved to Layton, about 1922, so father could manage a new furniture store they were starting.  Ira Holbrook, and Mark divided their business, and Ira took over the Layton store.  He sent his daughter and son-in-law, to manage it, so the folks moved back to Bountiful.

            Robert was born, 17 October 1924, in the Bountiful home.

            Venna married William Arney.  The moved to Logan, and later to Hayward, California.

            De and I moved back to Bountiful, and bought the Brigham Day home, across the street from the folks.

            Father was made President of the High Priests.  Once he and I san, "Pretty Red Wing," at a High Priest Party, and a few times we sang at cottage meetings.  He was also President of the choir, and I joined the choir, so we went together to practice.

            One evening when father was coming home from the furniture store, a kitten followed him home.  Marie was little, and she asked father where he got the kitten.  He told her it tagged him home.  After she told everyone the kitten dragged him home.

            Olivia left home about 1931, and went to Los Angeles to live with Alice, Leonora and Norma Hawkins.  She came home for a while, then went back, and lived with Venna a while, then lived with Lucille Windberg, till she married Edward Carlson, 22 January 1938.

            Herbert went into the service in 1935.  He stayed in the Navy all during World Ward Two, and he was transferred from one submarine to another.  He had enough experience when the war started to be transferred to other submarines with inexperienced men.  Some of the submarines he was on were sunk, after he transferred.

            Clare Stewart and Herbert were married 8 May 1948.  When he left home, his mother said, "What am I going to do with all this jam"?  He ate more jam than any of the other children, and she had so many jars on her shelves. 

            Father and Marie moved to Price for one year, and he managed the Mortuary for Ida Thomas, but this didn't work out very well.

            He worked in an asphalt plant in Sunnyside for while.  Then left Price, and came back to Layton, and worked for Mark Holbrook for a year and a half, from 1937 to 1938.  The children went to the East Layton Ward, and the Layton School.

            They then lived in Clearfield, about one year.  Marie married William James McEntire, 5 June 1940, and they moved to Farr West.

            Father was working for James M. Harbertson.  He had them move to the Aultorest Mortuary, in Salt Lake.  It was later called the Sunset Lawns, at 2353 East 13 South.  Robert went to the Granite High School, while they were there.

            Mr. Harbertson sold his shares in this Mortuary, and he had father move back to Clearfield.  Philip stayed at the Mortuary, and worked for a while after they left.

            Holbrooks decided to start a Mortuary in Clearfield, and they told Harberston to either sell out or they would run him out of business.  He didn't feel like fighting them, so he had father move to the Mortuary in Ogden, at 336th street, named Aultorest.  The folks lived there from about 1939, to 1954.

            They lived in the apartment house on the grounds.  Harbertson also lived there, and all the other men that worked there.

            Father was made President of the Genealogical Society in the ward.  He had worked on his own Genealogy for years, and belonged to a Graham Organization.  Marie worked on her lines also.  His cousins would send him money, and he put in his share, and took it to the Genealogical Society, in Salt Lake, to hire people to search for his ancestors.

            His research was all in England, and hers in Norway.  He and Marie would bring a car load of people from the ward, and take them to the Library to do research, or to the Temple, or a load of young people to do Baptisms for the dead, at the Salt Lake Temple.

            They had some very good friends at the ward.  Among them, Mr. and Mrs. Shreeve.

            He raised a garden and fruit, also chickens, and a cow.  She canned hundreds of quarts of fruit, and vegetables, eggs and meat they needed.  She worked at the Mortuary during World War Two.  She was so dependable, and neat that she had a hard time quitting.  She later went to work at the Arms Plant in Ogden.  She had to wear a lace cap on her head at work.  The hair that was sticking out from beneath her cap turned red from the gun powder.  She used to laugh, and say she had three colors of hair, brown, grey and red.

            Philip lived with the folks, and was the book keeper for Harbertson for a few years.  He finally went to work at Hill Field, in an office.

            After Robert graduated from High School, he went to Weber College, and then to Agricultural College, at Logan in 1949.  After he graduated, he went to Sacramento, and took a position with the U.S. Geological Survey, drawing maps.  He also was a veteran of World War Two.

            Emma Marie died, 1 December 1953, and father felt like his life had ended.  He fell and hurt himself, and when he came to, he said, "Why couldn't I have just gone"?

            One day, father stopped in to see me on his way to Salt Lake.  He was going to see Myrtle Madsen.  She and her husband Will, and father and Marie, had gone on several trips, the last few years, and Will had died about the year before.  That night father stopped on his way home, and told me that Myrtle was having a hard time financially.  The decided to get married.  She could help him, and he could help her.  They were married, June 1954.

            He had money coming from Harberston, so he lived at the Aultorest, till he got his money.  Father moved to Salt Lake, and lived with Aunt Myrtle, at 2431 South 3rd East.  He was eighty years old.

            They kept busy cleaning the house, and the yards.  He kept the lawns cut, and watered and weeded, till they looked like green velvet.

            He was in charge of baptisms for the dead, in the Madison Ward.  He and I went on sealings for my ward, the Bountiful 3rd.  He drove his car till he was eighty seven years old.

            One day, he went to the dentist to have a tooth pulled.  The dentist asked him what his occupation had been.  He told him he had been a Mortician, so he charged him $8.00.  Father was talking to a sister-in-law of Myrtle's, and the same dentist had only charged her $4.00, because she was a widow, and got a small security.  He didn't get Social Security either, so the next time he went to get a tooth pulled he told the receptionist he had been a sheep herder, and they charged him $4.00.

            He was getting hard of hearing, and his eyes were getting bad, so he quite going on sealings with me.  He finally got so he couldn't go to church, and sit thru a meeting.

            They had Home teachers, Relief Society teachers, and many friends in the ward, that came to see them often, and were always doing things for them.  They played cards, and watched television.  They also had many good neighbors.  Father had several friends in Bountiful that called him on the phone, and he also called them.  Henry Armstrong, and Horace Brough, were the last two, and finally they were gone.

            We had a birthday party, or open house for him on his ninetieth birthday.  All his children came to see him except, Venna and Robert.  They weren't either one well enough to come.  Philip took them out to eat every Sunday, and to see many interesting things, and places.

            Father had to have an operation that year.  He suffered terrible till it had to be done.  The Dr. said he never saw a man that age, get over an operation that well.

            When he came home from the hospital, George and Erma, and I took turns staying with him.  They stayed one night, and I the next night.  Soon, he gradually got better.  He would tell Erma and George, they were angels of mercy.  He appreciated everything we did for him, and thanks us.

            He got the flue one morning.  He had washed and shaved, and had his breakfast.  All of the sudden, he couldn't walk, and he was so sick, we sent for the Dr., and he said it was the flue.  By noon, he had pneumonia.  Soon he was unconscious.  We took him to the South Davis Hospital, and he died that evening about nine O'clock.  He was ninety one years, three months, and five days.  It was, 2 March 1966.

By:  Erma Graham Lewis Jensen

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