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Bert Cox was born June 2, 1887 in Evanston, Wyoming to Edward Cox and Mary Ellen Cox. His mother died when he was 15. His father had a very difficult time after the death of his wife and Bert left to fend for himself. He never stayed in one place very long. He made the rounds of his brother and sisters and would stay with them awhile and then he would move on.
When he was young, so the story goes, he married a young woman in Bingham, Utah, that did not last long. He also served in the army in WWI. He spent time overseas in France. Long after his death family member learned about his marriage in France, to Victorine Charlotte Destri on January 18, 1921. Victorine gave birth to a son Wallace Cox on November 23, 1923 in France. Whether Bert knew he had a child, or he never knew about his son will remain a mystery in this life. After the death of Wallace Cox his attorney's contacted Bert's surviving nephews and nieces to divide the estate of Wallace Cox, because Wallace had no other family to leave his fortune to. This was a very kind, very unexpected gift. Thank you, Bert, for having a hard working, very saving son. So sorry we were unable to know about him and meet him while he was alive.
Marjorie Cox Stanley writes: Uncle Bert spent a lot of years living with us off and on. Dad got him jobs, but Uncle Bert never seemed to stay put for more than a year or so. Charlie taught him the barber trade but he was mostly a painter. When he painted his sister Anna’s kitchen, he didn’t take anything off the walls. He either painted what was there or painted around it.
When Norm and I were expecting our first child, he really wanted it to be a girl. He told me if I had a girl, he would buy a crib and high chair. We had a girl and he was true to his word. He bought a beautiful oak crib and a high chair that lasted through all eight of our children and some of our grandchildren as well. As a bonus, he bought a red tailor-tot, now they are called strollers and painted and papered the stair well going down to our downstairs apartment while I was in the hospital. We got along great. He gardened and worked in the yard and was company for Annie.
Bert was very fussy about his appearance and kept himself very clean and neat and was a classy dresser. He once worked at the oil company painting the big, high oil tanks and of course there was no smoking. Without a cigarette he was going crazy and some guy gave him a plug of snuff. He got tipsy, and had to come down off the high scaffolding, and come home on the bus. When he came into the house and got a look at himself in the mirror, he was quite a picture. He had black paint spattered on his face and had jammed his hat down on his head with the long hair hanging down to his neck. Though it was funny he was embarrassed.
He could be very funny. Bert was bald on the top of his head but he grew his hair long enough to comb over the top of his head and it looked like he had hair there. Before coming home from work one evening, he and the guys he rode to work with stopped for a haircut and as he dozed off in the barber chair the guys paid the barber to cut his long hair off down the middle, so it only went half way across the top of his head. That was one angry man. He said he felt like killing them, and he fussed and babied his hair until it grew back.
After Annie died, he went to stay with Charlie, then came back to Salt Lake and lived in a hotel in town until he died January 13, 1963. He is buried in the Veterans Cemetery in Salt Lake City.
Written by Montess Van Wagenen