Don Bracken Lee

26 May 1910 - 10 Feb 1984


Don Bracken Lee

26 May 1910 - 10 Feb 1984
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Don Bracken Lee

Married: 20 Apr 1934

Riverside Thomas Cemetery

939-949 State Highway 39
Blackfoot, Bingham, Idaho
United States


November 17, 2013


July 22, 2013

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Don's Father dies, 1916

Contributor: Denise Created: 1 year ago Updated: 1 year ago

Don panicked. “Where they takin’ Dad?” His six-year old fingers clutched at his mother’s skirt in desperation. Lovina stopped in mid stride seeing the anxiety on his face. She held her own fears at bay for a moment and stooped down to talk to him, “Donny, we’ve got to take him to the hospital. You know he’s real sick.” He looked from her to the big black car sitting in the front yard; the presence of the car increased his fears. “Why do they have to use a car?” Suddenly Lovina understood his concern. “Donny, he’s so sick we need to get him there fast, so we have to use a car.” She took him in her arms and held him tight. “He’ll be okay.” Her voice trembled as she repeated, “He’ll be okay.” She turned to her husband as he was being helped into the car. “Alf. We’ve got to take you to Afton to the hospital. Hang on Honey!” Alfred’s only response was a groan as the car door closed behind him. Don watched the car drive off in a cloud of dust. He stood in the barren yard, forlorn and alone. This was his world, this northern end of Star Valley. But suddenly it seemed foreign to him. He felt that he was just a small speck in the immensity of the world around him. The farmlands stretched out as far as he could see, broken only occasionally with other houses. The mountains to the east rose above him and threatened to come down upon him. The loneliness crushed down upon him with an almost physical force. Looking around him, he took some small comfort in the familiarity of the house and its buildings. These were things that his Dad had built with his own hands. They now spoke of him and his love for his family. The chickens scratched in the yard. The cow munched quietly in the pasture. One of the horses looked over the fence and neighed softly to him. These sights and sounds brought him comfort as the cloud of dust disappeared in the distance. Don turned and realized that he was not really alone. Sounds from the house told him that his sisters Edna and Belle were fixing lunch. He could hear his brother Will working in the barn. Each was involved in the daily tasks of living and finding comfort in the work of their hands. He missed his sister Nellda, who was at school; if she were here he would have a playmate. The sniffles that had kept him home from their one room school returned and he wiped his runny nose on his shirtsleeve. He gloomily kicked a rock and walked toward the barn. He wanted the companionship of his brother. The trials of the world in 1916 could not affect him if he was with family. A couple of hours later the children heard a car approaching. Don ran out of the house, wondering at two cars coming in one day. The children gathered in front of the house as it pulled into the yard. Fear grew in their hearts as they recognized the car that had taken their father earlier. Slowly it pulled into the yard and stopped. For a moment nothing happened. All seemed frozen in time with even the dust hardly moving. Then the passenger side door opened, and one of the doctors stepped out. Each of the children stood frozen in fear. Don’s thoughts raced, Why are they back here? They were supposed to be in Afton. What happened? The doctor opened the back door and helped Lovina out. She was unsteady on her feet and almost fell. She sat down heavily on the running board of the car. Fear filling their hearts, the children rushed up and surrounded her. With tears streaming down her face, she gathered them into her arms and held them tight. With difficulty she forced out the words, “Your Father is dead.” She gazed into their troubled faces. “He died before we could even get him to the hospital.” Don, almost smothered in the mass of arms, legs and bodies, struggled to understand what all this meant. He looked up into his mother’s tear stained face, “Mommy, Daddy’s dead?” His question echoed the incredulity of the rest of them. Their Father, the big strong man that each of them depended on couldn’t be dead. Lovina gathered him into her arms. “Yes, Donny. He’s gone to heaven to be with Grandpa and Grandma.” So, at the tender age of six years, Don lost his father. He had seen death many times in the animals that were part of his life. He still remembered the death of his little brother Jessie two years before. But the death of his Father, whom he loved and trusted, was more than he could handle. He clung to his Mother, tears streaming down his face.

His love of people

Contributor: Denise Created: 1 year ago Updated: 1 year ago

Don began to work at the local Deseret Industries store part time to supplement their income. He loved the “slightly less capable” people who worked there and they responded by loving him. “Brother Lee, could you help me stock these shelves? I don’t know where everything goes.” Bob could have done the work by himself, but he just wanted to be with Don. “Sure, Bob.” The two worked in silence for just a minute. “How’s your school coming?” Bob was struggling to get a High School diploma, something he had not been able to do earlier. “I’m doing okay, I guess. The math is really hard though.” “Do you need some help?” “Oh, Brother Lee, could you help me?” Bob grinned from ear to ear, this is what he had been looking for. “Sure Bob. When you get off work, let’s get together and see what we can do.” Time and again this scene was repeated with several variations. Don had a knack for loving people and they felt comfortable around him. This attitude helped him in his Church work too. He was soon called to be a member of the Stake Seventies Quorum and began to work with the less active people and non-members in their ward. One Sunday evening he was called on to administer to a husband in a less active family in the ward. Their son Donny was visiting with them and went with him to help. Sister Kowalis answered the knock on the door. “Oh, Brother Lee, come in. Steve has been so sick.” Don and his son walked into the cluttered room and over to where Steve was laying on the couch. Steve was an older man with several adult children who were gathered around. “Steve, I understand that you’re not doing too well.” Don sat down on the proffered chair and took Steve’s hand. “I keep running a fever and can’t seem to get better.” His face was indeed flushed and his hand extra warm to the touch. “Steve, would you like a blessing?” “Brother Lee, I think that’s the only way that I’m going to get better.” The requested blessing was given with faith that the Lord would bless this man. For a few minutes Don and his son sat talking with the family. Then one of the sons spoke up. “Mr. Lee. I’m not a member of your Church. Would you come and teach me about it? I’d like to learn more.”

Don's faith

Contributor: Denise Created: 1 year ago Updated: 1 year ago

Don loved to be in the mountains. He had a pickup truck that he drove all over, cutting firewood, fishing or hunting. One day he got a flat tire while driving on one of the back roads. He pulled his old pickup truck off to the side of the dirt road and sat for a minute in contemplation of his situation. Around him as far as he could see were rolling hills covered with sagebrush, groves of quaking aspens and nothing else. The road ran on around the hills and was completely bare of any other living person. He climbed out of the cab and walked around the front to where he could see the right front tire. It was no surprise to him that it was completely flat for he had felt it go. The hot afternoon sun beat down on him as he got out the jack and the spare tire. Putting the lug wrench on the first of the lug nuts, he gave a sharp jerk to break it loose. Nothing happened. He repositioned the wrench and put all of his weight into it. Again, nothing happened. He tried each of the other lug nuts with the same result. He briefly considered the possibility of driving on the flat tire to where he could get some help, but quickly gave up that idea as it was many miles over rough dirt roads to the nearest community. He thought for a moment, then dropped to his knees. “Our Father in Heaven. You can see the pickle I’m in. What I need now is someone with a big socket set to break those lug nuts loose. In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.” He arose, walked around to the front of his truck and got a drink of water from the canvas water bag that always hung there. As he raised his eyes he saw a distant cloud of dust indicating that someone might be coming along the road. As he watched the cloud came closer and then he could see a pickup truck underneath it. Soon the truck came fully into view and stopped in the road by Don’s disabled vehicle. “Got a problem?” A friendly voice from the inside of the cab enquired. “Yeh. I’ve got a flat and can’t get the lug nuts loose.” The man opened his truck door, hopped out and walked around to the back. Opening it up he displayed the biggest set of socket wrenches that Don had ever seen. He selected a long handle and a couple of sockets then walked around the side of Don’s truck. In just a minute he had all of the lug nuts loose. “Any thing else you need?” “Nope, I’ve got it from here. Thanks a lot.” “No problem. Have a good day.” Don stood in the road for a minute watching the dust cloud disappear and with his heart filled with wonder and gratitude for a loving Heavenly Father who is so aware of His children’s needs. Before finishing changing the tire he dropped to his knees to thank his Heavenly Father for His help.

Life timeline of Don Bracken Lee

Don Bracken Lee was born on 26 May 1910
Don Bracken Lee was 18 years old when Walt Disney character Mickey Mouse premieres in his first cartoon, "Plane Crazy". Walter Elias Disney was an American entrepreneur, animator, voice actor and film producer. A pioneer of the American animation industry, he introduced several developments in the production of cartoons. As a film producer, Disney holds the record for most Academy Awards earned by an individual, having won 22 Oscars from 59 nominations. He was presented with two Golden Globe Special Achievement Awards and an Emmy Award, among other honors. Several of his films are included in the National Film Registry by the Library of Congress.
Don Bracken Lee was 21 years old when Great Depression: In a State of the Union message, U.S. President Herbert Hoover proposes a $150 million (equivalent to $2,197,000,000 in 2017) public works program to help generate jobs and stimulate the economy. The Great Depression was a severe worldwide economic depression that took place mostly during the 1930s, beginning in the United States. The timing of the Great Depression varied across nations; in most countries it started in 1929 and lasted until the late-1930s. It was the longest, deepest, and most widespread depression of the 20th century. In the 21st century, the Great Depression is commonly used as an example of how far the world's economy can decline.
Don Bracken Lee was 30 years old when The Holocaust: The first prisoners arrive at a new concentration camp at Auschwitz. The Holocaust, also referred to as the Shoah, was a genocide during World War II in which Nazi Germany, aided by its collaborators, systematically murdered some six million European Jews, around two-thirds of the Jewish population of Europe, between 1941 and 1945. Jews were targeted for extermination as part of a larger event involving the persecution and murder of other groups, including in particular the Roma and "incurably sick", as well as ethnic Poles and other Slavs, Soviet citizens, Soviet prisoners of war, political opponents, gay men and Jehovah's Witnesses, resulting in up to 17 million deaths overall.
Don Bracken Lee was 45 years old when Disneyland Hotel opens to the public in Anaheim, California. The Disneyland Hotel is a resort hotel located at the Disneyland Resort in Anaheim, California, owned by the Walt Disney Company and operated through its Parks, Experiences and Consumer Products division. Opened on October 5, 1955, as a motor inn owned and operated by Jack Wrather under an agreement with Walt Disney, the hotel was the first to officially bear the Disney name. Under Wrather's ownership, the hotel underwent several expansions and renovations over the years before being acquired by Disney in 1988. The hotel was downsized to its present capacity in 1999 as part of the Disneyland Resort expansion.
Don Bracken Lee was 54 years old when Martin Luther King Jr. received the Nobel Peace Prize for combating racial inequality through nonviolence. Martin Luther King Jr. was an American Baptist minister and activist who became the most visible spokesperson and leader in the civil rights movement from 1954 until his death in 1968. Born in Atlanta, King is best known for advancing civil rights through nonviolence and civil disobedience, tactics his Christian beliefs and the nonviolent activism of Mahatma Gandhi helped inspire.
Don Bracken Lee was 62 years old when Munich massacre: Nine Israeli athletes die (along with a German policeman) at the hands of the Palestinian "Black September" terrorist group after being taken hostage at the Munich Olympic Games. Two other Israeli athletes were slain in the initial attack the previous day. The Munich massacre was an attack during the 1972 Summer Olympics in Munich, West Germany, in which the Palestinian terrorist group Black September took eleven Israeli Olympic team members hostage and killed them along with a West German police officer.
Don Bracken Lee died on 10 Feb 1984 at the age of 73
Grave record for Don Bracken Lee (26 May 1910 - 10 Feb 1984), BillionGraves Record 5902545 Blackfoot, Bingham, Idaho, United States