Monte Carroll Golding

The story of how Monte was named goes like this. Daddy was serving in the Army Air Force during WWII. He was stationed in Florida. His best friend was a red head fellow crew member named Monte Harper. Monte was daddy's best man at mom and dad's wedding. He often teased them that genetics would give their children red hair. Mother was dark brown and daddy was a blonde. Well, sure enough, their first child came with striking red hair. They both knew that his name had to be Monte. The men remained friends through the years. Monte Harper and his family came to our open house in California. A few years later we visited them at their Bakersfield home.

Monte's birth was a big event that could have been a tragedy. After mom and dad were married daddy was shipped overseas and wives were not allowed to accompany their husbands. Mother was pregnant and went to live with her parents in Ohio. When the war ended in August of 1941 daddy was given leave. He immediately went to Ohio to be there with his wife. He arrived there during a taxi cab strike. If people had to get around quickly they had to have access to a car, or a neighbor. Daddy was home for only a few days when mother went into labor. Here is the miracle. Grandpa Lamb was a salesman. He left home early on August 21st to drive to a city about 80 miles away. He had the only car in the household. As he neared the city he was overwhelmed with the feeling that he was needed at home. He responded to the spirit and turned the car around. He arrived home as mother was in full labor and grandma was trying to get hold of a friend to come and take them to the hospital. But the friend was not home. All the neighbors with cars had gone to work. Mother's labor was very intense. Grandma was a nurse and she felt something was wrong. As Grandpa walked in the door he was met with tears of joy. Well, the family loaded in the car, grandpa drove to the hospital and after several hours a red head boy arrived. Monte had a very large head and broad shoulders. He was stuck. The doctor had to pull and pull to get him delivered. Grandma said he had been stuck for quite a while and he could have been born with serious defects or died. So, because grandpa followed the spirit Mom and Dad had a healthy red head boy baby who grew to be a man.

Monte had Guardian Angels who worked over time. One such occasion happened in Bahia de Los Angeles, Mexico. We were on vacation in the motor home with mom, dad and the boys: Joel, Jim, Dan, Kevin and baby John and friend Rudy. One quiet afternoon Monte and 14 year old Kevin took off in the rubber raft into the Gulf of California. They were probably about a half mile out. They were doing a little fishing. After an hour or so a storm blew in. And it blew and blew. When Monte saw it coming in he began rowing for shore. As luck would have it, the wind was blowing from the west pushing them away from shore. Monte and Kevin kept rowing making little progress. As we watched we became more nervous. The local fishermen started gathering around. They talked about going out but the wind was so strong they feared they would end up in trouble. Many prayers went up from our hearts and mouths. As they got a little closer and the sky got darker, Monte jumped out on the front of the raft putting the rope over his head and shoulder.. Kevin jumped out the back with his arms interwoven in the rope. He started kicking. Monte started swimming, guiding the raft to shore. The rain began to fall as the two brothers put out their best effort to make shore. After about 30 minutes of struggling, getting washed by waves, Monte finally stood up on the ocean floor. Then pulling on the raft got Kevin to where he could stand. Boy, we could finally breath. Barely believing that they were safe at last..The oldest and the youngest were safe at last. Scarred and cold, they were safe.Later we would laugh about the experience and always say that Guardian Angels were there. I don't think anyone ever used the raft again.

On May 19, 2015, George Eddy passed to the next life from a heart attack. During the week before the funeral family members gathered a few times for dinner and brunch to reminisce good times, and bad times with George. We all had our own happy and not-so happy times with George. The not- so happy times were mostly due to his drug addictions. It is important to me to let everyone know that Monte loved his brother George; just as much as his other brothers, Monte would have died for George. I have posted the letter Monte wrote to George while Monte was on his mission. Daddy had kept it and gave it to me when I was doing Monte's remembrance book. Just this last March I was impressed to send it to George. The spirit told me he needed it. So I asked Joel for George's address and mailed the original to him. I know why I was given that impression now. I have posted the letter in Monte's documents Monte and I were married for almost 26 years. During those years I saw him cry only 5 times. One of those times was while we lived in California. We had taken Monte's boss to see the Church sponsored play, "Saturday's Warriors". It is the story of a family in the preexistence promising each other to do what ever is necessary during earth life to help the others return to live as an eternal family. One of the brothers hears the call of he world and leaves the shelter of the family beliefs, as did George. The climax is that the brother does return to the family leaving his worldly addictions behind. He was crying, not just wet eyes, crying. Later we talked. Monte wished he knew how to help George know what a great spirit he is. I did not know about the mission letter at that time. In the mission letter Monte tells George several times that he is a great spirit. He also bears his testimony of the Book of Mormon. I am happy that daddy saved it and then gave it to me. I hope that it will be a strength to our sons. They were not fortunate to receive a letter from their dad. I know he loves them each more than his own life. He waits to see ALL his family in eternity.

A few years before Monte passed, George Eddy came back to Utah to live. He was living in a mobile home in Provo. It was just down a few blocks from the Partnership office. George would sometimes walk up to the office to visit Monte. Being Golding boys, they would have lunch and go to an afternoon movie. Sometimes Monte shared with me what they talked about. One day Monte came into the kitchen and announced that he and George finally figured it out, they knew what wives expect of them. I asked what that was. He said, "No matter what happens, its our fault, and we have to pay for it'. We laughed. I told him he and George were right.

The story of how Monte was named goes like this. Daddy was serving in the Army Air Force during WWII. He was stationed in Florida. His best friend was a red head fellow crew member named Monte Harper. Monte was daddy's best man at mom and dad's wedding. He often teased them that genetics would give their children red hair. Mother was dark brown and daddy was a blonde. Well, sure enough, their first child came with striking red hair. They both knew that his name had to be Monte. The men remained friends through the years. Monte Harper and his family came to our open house in California. A few years later we visited them at their Bakersfield home.

Monte's birth was a big event that could have been a tragedy. After mom and dad were married daddy was shipped overseas and wives were not allowed to accompany their husbands. Mother was pregnant and went to live with her parents in Ohio. When the war ended in August of 1941 daddy was given leave. He immediately went to Ohio to be there with his wife. He arrived there during a taxi cab strike. If people had to get around quickly they had to have access to a car, or a neighbor. Daddy was home for only a few days when mother went into labor. Here is the miracle. Grandpa Lamb was a salesman. He left home early on August 21st to drive to a city about 80 miles away. He had the only car in the household. As he neared the city he was overwhelmed with the feeling that he was needed at home. He responded to the spirit and turned the car around. He arrived home as mother was in full labor and grandma was trying to get hold of a friend to come and take them to the hospital. But the friend was not home. All the neighbors with cars had gone to work. Mother's labor was very intense. Grandma was a nurse and she felt something was wrong. As Grandpa walked in the door he was met with tears of joy. Well, the family loaded in the car, grandpa drove to the hospital and after several hours a red head boy arrived. Monte had a very large head and broad shoulders. He was stuck. The doctor had to pull and pull to get him delivered. Grandma said he had been stuck for quite a while and he could have been born with serious defects or died. So, because grandpa followed the spirit Mom and Dad had a healthy red head boy baby who grew to be a man.

Monte had Guardian Angels who worked over time. One such occasion happened in Bahia de Los Angeles, Mexico. We were on vacation in the motor home with mom, dad and the boys: Joel, Jim, Dan, Kevin and baby John and friend Rudy. One quiet afternoon Monte and 14 year old Kevin took off in the rubber raft into the Gulf of California. They were probably about a half mile out. They were doing a little fishing. After an hour or so a storm blew in. And it blew and blew. When Monte saw it coming in he began rowing for shore. As luck would have it, the wind was blowing from the west pushing them away from shore. Monte and Kevin kept rowing making little progress. As we watched we became more nervous. The local fishermen started gathering around. They talked about going out but the wind was so strong they feared they would end up in trouble. Many prayers went up from our hearts and mouths. As they got a little closer and the sky got darker, Monte jumped out on the front of the raft putting the rope over his head and shoulder.. Kevin jumped out the back with his arms interwoven in the rope. He started kicking. Monte started swimming, guiding the raft to shore. The rain began to fall as the two brothers put out their best effort to make shore. After about 30 minutes of struggling, getting washed by waves, Monte finally stood up on the ocean floor. Then pulling on the raft got Kevin to where he could stand. Boy, we could finally breath. Barely believing that they were safe at last..The oldest and the youngest were safe at last. Scarred and cold, they were safe.Later we would laugh about the experience and always say that Guardian Angels were there. I don't think anyone ever used the raft again.

On May 19, 2015, George Eddy passed to the next life from a heart attack. During the week before the funeral family members gathered a few times for dinner and brunch to reminisce good times, and bad times with George. We all had our own happy and not-so happy times with George. The not- so happy times were mostly due to his drug addictions. It is important to me to let everyone know that Monte loved his brother George; just as much as his other brothers, Monte would have died for George. I have posted the letter Monte wrote to George while Monte was on his mission. Daddy had kept it and gave it to me when I was doing Monte's remembrance book. Just this last March I was impressed to send it to George. The spirit told me he needed it. So I asked Joel for George's address and mailed the original to him. I know why I was given that impression now. I have posted the letter in Monte's documents Monte and I were married for almost 26 years. During those years I saw him cry only 5 times. One of those times was while we lived in California. We had taken Monte's boss to see the Church sponsored play, "Saturday's Warriors". It is the story of a family in the preexistence promising each other to do what ever is necessary during earth life to help the others return to live as an eternal family. One of the brothers hears the call of he world and leaves the shelter of the family beliefs, as did George. The climax is that the brother does return to the family leaving his worldly addictions behind. He was crying, not just wet eyes, crying. Later we talked. Monte wished he knew how to help George know what a great spirit he is. I did not know about the mission letter at that time. In the mission letter Monte tells George several times that he is a great spirit. He also bears his testimony of the Book of Mormon. I am happy that daddy saved it and then gave it to me. I hope that it will be a strength to our sons. They were not fortunate to receive a letter from their dad. I know he loves them each more than his own life. He waits to see ALL his family in eternity.

A few years before Monte passed, George Eddy came back to Utah to live. He was living in a mobile home in Provo. It was just down a few blocks from the Partnership office. George would sometimes walk up to the office to visit Monte. Being Golding boys, they would have lunch and go to an afternoon movie. Sometimes Monte shared with me what they talked about. One day Monte came into the kitchen and announced that he and George finally figured it out, they knew what wives expect of them. I asked what that was. He said, "No matter what happens, its our fault, and we have to pay for it'. We laughed. I told him he and George were right.