An interview with Leona Webb Cardon on her family
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Jeanine Cardon Teeples – Interview with Leona Webb Cardon – 26 June 2014
Leona's mother, Vangie May Winn was born May 24, 1889 in Lehi, Utah County, Utah. Vangie May was the 2nd of 11 children, so she learned early to work hard and help care for children. She was 5 feet tall with blue eyes, black curly hair & light freckles. She was charming, fun and adored her children and grandchildren. Her daughters always turned to her for advice.
Her progenitors were energetic, industrious and faithful Latter-Day Saints. Her great-grandparents joined The Church in Kirtland, Ohio, then moved to Nauvoo, Illinois & later came to Utah. Others were converted then came to America from England and Wales. William Henry Winn served as mayor of Lehi for 3 terms, as a member of the Utah County Legislature, and was a bishop 30 years. Other ancestors were teachers, school superintendents, farmers, dairymen, bookkeepers, authors, dancers, singers, business men, civic leaders, craftsmen, mason, carpenters & church leaders.
Vangie May married Albert Dorus Webb in the Salt Lake Temple. He was born July 23, 1883 in Orderville, Kane County, Utah. He was the 7th of 11 children and father of 10. He worked hard to provided for his own family, and but would always remember to help the poor, the sick and the widows. He never turned away a stranger who needed a warm meal and a place to sleep. He said, “What you do unto others will be returned unto you.” That proved true, for his five sons served in the military in World War II and many of his descendants also served during other wartimes, but all returned home unharmed.
Dorus’s children and grandchildren loved his stories, which always ended with a good lesson and a laugh.
Vangie May’s and Dorus’s children were born 1908-1928 in the following: (1) Donald Dorus, (2) Mabel and (3) Wendell were born in Morales, Sonora, Mexico (one of the Mexican Mormon Colonies); (4) Miles, (5) Eva, (7) Leslie and (10) Leona were born in Tucson, Pima County, Arizona; (6) Orville and (8) Fern were born in Chandler, Maricopa County, Arizona; (9) Glenn and (11) Margie were born in Mesa, Maricopa County, Arizona. Times were hard and they moved often wherever there was work.
Don married (1) Leona Stratton then (2) Margaret Pohl Mullican. Mabel married Kenneth Croft Avery. Wendell married Helen Tenney. Miles died at age 2. Eva married Russell Hoops Allen. Orville married Lurena Merrill. Leslie married Adelma Payne. Fern married Clifton Payne Tenney, the brother of Helen Tenney, Wendell’s wife. Glenn married Margaret Crane Woolfolk. Leona married Elmer LaMarr Cardon. Margie married (1) Joseph Cisco Haynes, then (2) Gene Chacon.
When Vangie May died, her daughters thought their world would end. She always helped when new grandbabies were born. And yet, she looked so peaceful and pretty in her temple clothes. After a lifetime of selfless service and caring for so many, she finally got a well-deserved rest. Some of Vangie’s and Dorus’s family members are buried in Mexico, and along the pioneer trail across the plains. But most are buried in New Mexico, Arizona, California, Utah, Nevada and Idaho.
During World War II, Don’s assignment was to bury the dead. He had Vangie May’s curly black hair going off to war, but when he came back, it had gone totally white. They built a Japanese concentration camp only two miles from Dorus Webb’s dairy. There were a few exciting nights while the soldiers searched the area for escaped prisoners. But the Webb girls’ favorite part of wartime was that all girls were invited to the base for Saturday night dances where the soldier boys lined up to dance with them. They loved it.
Dorus said he learned to swear when he was a mule-skinner. He said mules won’t move unless you cuss at them. Of course, not wanting to set a bad example for us kids, he cussed in Spanish so they couldn’t understand what he was saying.
As Leona recovered from surgery, she had to find something to do that wasn’t physically demanding, so she began assembling family pictures and documents, and before she knew it Books of Remembrance came together. She and LaMarr wanted to share the fun with their brothers, sisters and all the grandchildren. After many letters and phone calls they pressed each family member to contribute their memories. They collected a wealth of memories, made tons of copies and dispersed them to all the family. It’s gratifying to see all our family pictures, documents and memories now being preserved in our Family Tree.
A brief autobiography of Leona Webb Cardon
Contributor: Simini Created: 1 year ago Updated: 1 year ago
This brief autobiography was written for Webb and Cardon Family Books in 1985, which Leona and LaMarr collected and printed for their families. They gathered stories and photos from all their siblings and their spouses and asked them to contribute memories of their parents. This inspired work has been a blessing to the family’s descendents.
Born: 6 November 1926 at Tucson, Arizona
Blessed: 2 January 1927 by James Jesperson in the Binghampton Branch
Baptized: 4 May 1935 by Joseph A. Martensen in the Arizona Temple
Confirmed: 15 May 1935 by Issac Dana
Married 19 July 1947 to LaMarr Cardon by Willard Stolworthy
Sealed and Endowed: 22 July 1947 in the Logan Temple
Commenced School: September 1933 in Mesa, Arizona
Graduated: May 1945 Farmington High School, Farmington New Mexico
College: Some credits at USAC — Logan, Utah; New Mexico Western; UNLV in Las Vegas, Nevada; Las Vegas Community College.
Color of Hair: Reddish Brown; Color of Eyes: brown (changeable color of hair and my eyes can be changeable depending on what color I'm wearing)
Pre—school memories: The very first thing I can remember was being awakened late at night when my older brothers and sisters came home from the dances; Mama gently scolding them for getting us out of bed to dance.
The summer I was five years old, I was Floppsy Rabbit in a musical version of Peter Rabbit. Margie was a carrot in the chorus line. So, the family voted us to represent our family at the Webb Reunion that year. How that happened when all my older brothers and sisters could sing and dance too, was something I never understood. The last minute I got scared and refused to dance. Papa took me out behind the truck and spanked me. I finally did dance but I didn't think it was fair.
Mesa Years: While living in Mesa, I remember how much fun it was to eat tree ripened fruit, jumping on hay stacks, running through the fields, living in a swim suit all summer long and swimming in the irrigation ditches, playing with our cousins and nieces and nephews. I remember the shock of Aunt Mae's death when I was ten years old.
I started school when I was almost seven years because my birthday was in November. I can't remember teachers or friends because school was never important to me. School was a very difficult adjustment for me to make. I hated giving up my freedom so I ran away from school the first three days. When I was in the second grade, I remember being punished for telling someone a word in reading class. The teacher put me in the closet and forgot about me until recess. She then sent a child in to tell me I could come out but I was mad and refused to come out until school was over for the day. After that I never volunteered to answer any questions in school ever again. The only reason I went to school was for recess, sports and school programs and of course because I had to. I remember dancing a waltz clog to "Little Wooden Shoes" and going to Tempe for the sports competition between schools. I was in the relay race and the Hop-step-jump contest.
Tucson years: The family moved to Tucson, Arizona when I was in the 5th grade, I remember being a "Blue Bird" in Primary. Leona (Don's wife) was my teacher and taught us to embroider flower on dish towels. In school, all the girls wanted to do was build rock houses then chase the boys who came to tear them down. I got tired of that game so I started my first dance class at recess. The latest dance was the "Big Apple" and I knew all the steps from watching my family dance at home. I soon had a huge circle of children all dancing having a good time. At that time the "Big Apple" was considered a little too "modern" so the teachers soon had playground duty with everyone playing dodge ball. That was OK because I loved playing ball too. Anything was better than playing house. Because I could sing alto, I was chosen to sing "Hiawatha" with all the other children chosen from the Tucson area in the huge auditorium at the University.
Lordsburg years: We next moved to Lordsburg, New Mexico where Papa bought a dairy. The first house had a huge barn that had been used for square dances. How I loved to dance and play in that barn. I had just turned thirteen when my older sisters thought I should try to act like a lady and have something done with all that long, wild hair, They talked me into going to the beauty parlor for my first (and last) permanent wave, It was a total disaster and I vowed to never let anyone touch my hair again. After learning to set my own hair, I then ended up setting everyone else’s Saturday night,
My two best friends while attending school at Lordsburg were Betty Reynolds and Rebecca Bray. My love for volleyball started in the 7th grade, and I was able to play on the high school team during my 8th and 9th grades. It was during those years that I learned that the boys would let me play ball with them if I let them win. One summer a drama troupe came through town and I played the part of the fairy queen in "Midsummer’s Night Dream".
The dairy was moved to another location and I guess I was old enough to help with some of the work, for I can remember rinsing the bottles then finally getting brave enough to wash them on the two spinning brushes. I helped bottle the milk and finally was able to lift a five-gallon can of milk and pour it into the vat for bottling. World War II started and soon all my brothers were in the service. Papa Mama with the help of Uncle Evan was trying to do all the work and hang onto the dairy thinking the war would soon be over. With the price freeze on milk and not on feed and the fact that it was almost impossible to get help, the dairy had to be sold. The price of milk then was eleven cents a quart.
A Japanese concentration camp was built two miles behind our dairy. We had a few exciting nights while the soldiers searched our house for escaping prisoners. During those war years all the girls in town were invited to Saturday night dances on the base. I began to feel like a princess with boys all lined up to have their turn dancing with me. Those were the days we could dance all night and still not be tired. I'm sure Mama was worried about all the attention I was getting, so I was sent to Logan, Utah to live with Eva and Russell.
Logan year: I enrolled in Logan High School the beginning of my sophomore year. The Church had their Seminary building on the school campus. This was my first experience with Seminary and I took two classes and loved every minute of them. My teachers were Wendell O. Rich and Chester Hill. This year at Logan was also my first experience with going to MIA because we had such a small branch in Lordsburg and with gas rationing we didn't get to Virden very often.
My best friends in Logan were Helen Leatham, Betty Nelson, Ila Palmer, Emery Larsen, Devere Barker, Leland Jacobson and of course my own steady boyfriend Frank Jackdon. We went everywhere together and had so much fun that year. The only thing I hated was the long cold winter and never seeing the sun for months at a time. When spring came, at last, I couldn't stand staying in school, so I organized a ditch-day for our crowd. The boys got caught but didn't tell on us girls so we didn't get detention.
By the end of the year, Papa had sold the dairy and moved to Farmington, New Mexico; Russell had graduated from USAC and had a teaching job at Kirtland so, a truck was loaded again for the move.
Farmington years: I attended Farmington High School my junior, and senior years. I was so busy having fun; I really don't know how I passed my more serious classes. Copying from the yearbook: Cheer Leader '43-4445, Business Manager of the school newspaper - '44-45, Drill Team, Pep Club, Dramatics, Journalism, Home Economics Club and Choir '43-44-45. I had a part in the junior play "Brother Goose" playing a tomboy brat (of course). Miss Lyons was the drama teacher and advisor of the newspaper. I really loved and respected her. I can't remember the name of my PE teacher that gave me an "F” one semester for refusing to dance around the maypole singing "This is the first of May" for a school assembly. I was a senior and too proud to do such a dumb dance in front of all the boys. Again, I led the revolt and all the senior girls followed.
In our day, it was against school rules to hold hands on the school campus. LaMarr and I got caught holding hands and Mr. Jackson gave him two weeks detention because I looked so innocent he thought LaMarr was leading me astray. Farmington has long cold winters so again a spring ditch-day was organized. LaMarr got caught and had more detention- He spent more time in detention because of me, poor guy.
I first met LaMarr at church, he was 15 and I was 17 years old. We fell in LOVE the summer of 1944 at the 24th of July dance, We went steady for 3 years and were never officially engaged, it was some-thing we just took for granted. The only question was WHEN are we going to be married!
We were married the 19th of July 1947 in the bishop's office in Farmington with Stake President Willard Stolworthy officiating, then 3 days later we were sealed in the Logan Temple. While on our honeymoon we saw the 24th of July Parade in Salt Lake City, went swimming in the Great Salt Lake, rode the roller-coaster at Salt Air, stopped at the Manti Temple and had a private showing of the spiral staircase. I thought it was a great Honeymoon but LaMarr claims I slept all the way to Logan and back while he had to drive. After living with LaMarr's parents for three months and my parents for six months, we finally were able to rent a one-and-a-half room guesthouse from Mrs. Burdick. After Kristine was born, we then lived in Leslie and Adelma's "servants quarters." After a few months we then moved into Leslie's new home a few blocks away that the city had not yet installed the water line. Leslie thought they would do it quicker if someone was living in the louse, so we lived there almost six months without water before moving out to Papa and Mama's old house on the farm. Papa was trying to help Margie, Joe, LaMarr and I by making a duplex for us to live in. We still had no water in the house. I carried water from the ditch for all the washing and cleaning. I was so grateful for the gas stove so I didn't have to build fires for cooking and heating the house.
It was while we were living here in a two room duplex, that Dennis and Jeanine were born. After about two years, we moved into Glenn's three room house that Glenn and Papa built on Schofield Lane. There I had running water in the house with a bathroom and LaMarr bought me a washer (ringer type) before Renee was born. We were making small payments to Glenn trying to buy his house and land. Those years seem to all run together in a blur of babies, bottles and diapers. Who had the time or strength to think? With very little work to be had in Farmington, LaMarr was being sent out of town for work. He was unhappy and I was unhappy with him being gone, so I encouraged him to go to college.
In 1954 we moved to Silver City, New Mexico so LaMarr could start college. Following the example of Wendell, Leslie and Glenn who went before use we lived in the college apartments for $27.50 a month. Our apartment had three bedrooms and a bath with running water. When I think back on the four years LaMarr worked nights, went to school days, with me being mother and father to four children, taking college classes to fill the hours required to keep the apartment, and having our 5th child, Wayne, it seemed at times a little nightmarish! But I was young, strong and too dumb to know any better, I guess, for I did survive.
LaMarr graduated in 1958, his first teaching job was in Tombstone, Arizona, The contract was for $4,200 a year with extra pay for driving the school bus. We lived in Huachuca City, 30 miles away, so he could drive the bus. We moved to Las Vegas, Nevada in 1960 because teachers’ salaries were $5,800 a year and Eva and Russell had moved to Vegas because it had great growth possibilities. We have lived in Vegas for 35 years now and call it home. I’m a desert rat at heart, love the sun, heat and the great spirit we have in the church here.
We have been blessed with five children and of this date we have eighteen grandchildren. Kristine lives in Las Vegas with her five children; Dennis and Gail live in Nashua, New Hampshire, with their four children; Jeanine and Steve live in West Valley, Utah, with their five boys; Renee and Bob live in Ridgecrest, California, with their_ three children; Wayne and Kelleen live in Las Vegas with one child.
Other statistics: I attended college at USAC Logan, Utah for a year majoring in PE but got discouraged after finding out I had to take other classes I hated in order to fill the graduating requirements. While LaMarr was attending New Mexico Western, I took fun classes in order to keep our college apartment when LaMarr’s work kept him from taking the sixteen required hours. I took some education classes at UNLV and business classes and racquetball at Community College in Las Vegas; always a student but never a graduate.
My work experience (not occupation) through the years are: Clerk in Palace Market and telephone operator in Farmington. I have worked for the Clark County School District as an Aid in the Library, Math Department, Teachers aid and Clerk typist. Last but not least a Mother, Wife, Husband helper (cement mixer operator, painter, clean up engineer and tumble weed chopper),
Church positions: Sunday School: Nursery teacher for six Librarian, Adult Parent and Child teacher. Primary: Secretary, Dance and Drama Director and Den Mother in Cub Scouts and President. MIA: President, Secretary, Dance and Drama Director. Stake MIA Activity Counselor and Secretary. I have served as a Stake Missionary in Las Vegas and I am now presently serving in the Name Extraction Program. We have been in this program of the church for four years and hope to never be released.
Vacations: Our first real vacation other than going back to Farmington to see our parents was to Disneyland in the year of 1958. Our family loves to go there and we try to return every few years to see all the new things. We also visited the San Diego Zoo that year on our way home to Huachuca City.
Our next big trip was camping all the way across the United States the summer of 1967. LaMarr received a grant to attend a summer session at the University of Eastern Kentucky at Richmond. We spent every weekend dashing off to another Historical Site. We went to Washington DC, Niagara Falls, Williamsburg, Abraham Lincoln's home in Illinois, Nauvoo and all the other church history sites, Steven Foster summer musicals and the Great Smokey Mountains. On our return home we followed the Mormon Pioneer Trail most of the way. We saw the Badlands of South Dakota, Yellowstone Park then down to Salt Lake City to see the Temple and go to the Visitors Center. We were home only three days before it was time for Kristine to be married in the Oakland Temple in California. That summer we had traveled from ocean to ocean. That should have satisfied LaMarr's desire to see the world. But No!
In 1970, LaMarr was hired by the International Labor Office to help open a Vocational Technical Center in Jayapura, West Irian, Indonesia (the west half of the island of New Guinea). Jayapura was Hollandia, McArthur's base, during WW II, Kristine and Jeanine were married, and Dennis was on a mission in Germany so LaMarr, Wayne, Renee and I flew to Geneva, Switzerland for a two week briefing, then took a train to Paris, France for a two month course in the Indonesian language which was being taught as the UNESCO building in Paris.
We again used our free weekends seeing many historical sites in and around Paris. One weekend we crossed the English Channel (in a small ship) to see London and another time we traveled to Bern, Switzerland to see the Swiss Temple. In our flights to & from Jayapura we were able to stop briefly in Berlin, Germany, to see Dennis; Jakarta, Indonesia (for a briefing); Singapore; Hong Kong; Tokyo; Sydney, Australia; Auckland, New Zealand; Honolulu, Hawaii. On our flights home from Jayapura, LaMarr and I stopped at Bangkok, Thailand; Rome, Italy Athens, Greece; Jerusalem then back to Geneva, Switzerland for debriefing. We arrived home in May 1973, hoping to never have the desire to travel again.
The important lessons I have learned from all our traveling are:#1- How very close to our Father in Heaven we come when there is no one else to rely on. #2 - How great and special our nation is compared to the other nations of the world. #3 - The English language is not spoken everywhere in the world. (We did a lot of pointing and sign language to be able to communicate in our travels. #4 - We gained first hand knowledge of the graft and corruption in the International Labor Office and United Nations.
In this year of 1985, LaMarr and I feel we still have a few good years ahead of us. He is building (all by himself) a house for our retirement years. He is happy in his job with the Clark County School District and we are happy with our church assignment. I now have time to take tap dancing lessons at the Senior Citizen Center, which makes me happy.
This project of gathering stories of Mama and Papa and the stories of my brothers and sisters is very important to me. (That's why I have kept bugging you all these years). I really feel sad that I didn't take time while Mama and Papa were still alive. Now my children have a chance to know their grandparents through these stories. I'll always be grateful to my parents and grandparents for sacrificing so much for me. As a family, none of us have been blessed with an abundance of money, (whether it was due to Grandpa Webb's prayers or our poor management) yet we have always been honest hard workers and I think we need to be proud that our parents taught us this. With ten children, our family has had its share of ups and downs and with that explosive "Webb" tempers, there have been a few damns and hells at times, but we still have a special warm feeling for each other that is very hard for us to express. I've always been proud of my parents and family and I want them to know how much I appreciate them for the care and love they have shown me.
MY MOTHER - VANGIE MAY WINN
My mother was barely 5' tall, had beautiful black curly hair and clear blue eyes. She was truly a Pioneer Mother. Her gardens fed her large family and we always had cows, chickens, pigs to provide milk, meat and eggs, Although we were poor, I can never remember being hungry, She always had a pot of beans or a stew on the stove with her good home made bread, Mama said she was happy her family was raised before they found out about vitamins for she had worry enough just providing the food. She may not have known about vitamins but we had a very healthy diet and none of us were fat eating Mama's plain wholesome food.
She was patient with us and always trusted us to do the right things. I never remember her sitting down and giving us a lecture or sermon but she did teach us right from wrong and good manners, but it was done so quietly that we didn't realize how much we were being taught.
She always seemed to take one day at a time. If she ever worried about the future or felt bad about moving so many times, she never let us know. She always wanted to live long enough to see her family grown.
It seemed her whole life was caring for babies, not only her own but being next to the oldest she helped with the care of her younger brothers and sister. She was so good at soothing babies and getting them to sleep, I didn't think I could get along without her help with each new baby for at least the first week. I know now that Mama was worried about me, for the night she died she came to me (not in person) but her spirit was talking to me and calming my fears. She devoted her whole life in caring for her family, the families of her own brothers and sister and her husband's family too. I have never known a more unselfish person than my mother.
(The following are added comments by Leona about her mother for the 1986 Cardon Family Book).
My mother was born in Lehi, Utah the second child of David Winn and Rozetta Thomas. She was 010" tall, beautiful black curly hair and clear blue eyes. When she was eleven years old her parents and several others families moved to Morelos, Sonora, Mexico. The children either walked or took turns riding the extra horses and only rode in the covered wagons when they were ill.
My mother met my father when she was fifteen years old, he courted her for three years, and they were married on her eighteenth birthday in a civil ceremony at Douglas, Arizona. Later they were sealed in the Salt Lake Temple by Hyrum M. Smith.
She was truly a Pioneer Mother. Her gardens fed her large family and we always had cows, chickens, and pigs to provide milk, meat and eggs. Although we were poor, I can never remember being hungry. She always had a pot of beans or a stew on the stove. With such a large family she was always baking bread and our house always smelled of fresh baked bread. She was patient with us and always trusted us to do the right things. But when we did disobey and needed a spanking, she sent us to get a switch so we had plenty of time to think about what we were being spanked for.
It seemed her whole life was caring for babies. She was so good at soothing babies and getting them to sleep. I didn't think I could get along without her help with each new baby for at least the first week. Mama must have been worried about me, for the night she died her spirit came to me talking to me, calming my fears about her not being able to be with me when Wayne, our last child was born. I have never known a more unselfish person than my mother.
MY FATHER - ALBERT DORUS WEBB
Although Papa was only about 5’ 6" tall and very thin he was still very strong. He had dark brown hair and hazel eyes (or grey or light blue depending on what color he was wearing). He had what we call the "Webb temper" and could lose his patience and cuss the animals, but very seldom lost his control with people. I can remember only two times that Papa had to spank me (but I only really needed it once). He never held a grudge but had a sense of humor and was optimistic about life. To Papa the grass was always greener on the other side of the fence. One of the first things I remember is riding in Papa's truck. When it was time to move, everything we owned was packed in that big truck, Bossy, the cow was always the last thing loaded. I was young enough to think moving a great new adventure then.
I remember how he loved little children and would sing his "Lost Sheep" song for them. I can never remember Papa changing a diaper or washing a child's face. He always sent them to Mama to be taken care of.
Papa never gave us advice unless we asked and was always there to help us when we needed it, either with the truck to move us or to borrow money for us when we needed it. He always had new ideas or some new deal going. The last year of his life when he stayed in Las Vegas with us he would pace off our small back yard and shake his head for it was too small to subdivide. He seemed more content in the rest home in St. George. Brother Cooper said he was always pacing off the land, checking on the fruit trees and helping with the cows and chickens. At times, he knew he wasn't home and he would head for the bus depot to take a bus to Farmington.
Although I don't remember Papa being home very much when I was very young, I really got to know and love him while living in Farmington.
(The following are comments by Leona about her father, added to the 1986 Cardon Family Book).
My father was born in Orderville, Utah the seventh child of Edward Milo Webb,Jr. and Ellen Ashman. He was 5,7" tall with dark brown hair and grey eyes. He had what we call the "Webb temper" and could lose his patience and cuss the animals, but seldom lost his temper with people. He never held a grudge, had a sense of humor and was optimistic about life. To Papa the grass was always greener on the other side of the fence. One of the first things I remember is riding in Papa's truck. When it was time to move, everything was packed in that big truck, Bossy (our cow) was always the last thing loaded. I was young enough to think moving a great new adventure then.
JUNE AND MAE CARDON
I admired my mother-in-law for her many talents. She could capture an audience just like a professional when performing her readings. How I envied her ability to use different dialects so convincingly. Drama was one of my great loves and I recognized in Sister Cardon a real talent for performing. I often marvel at the many things she accomplished. Her projects, and they were many, could dismay me for it appeared that there was no organization or routine that I, personally, cannot function without but in the end she could put together a fantastic big feed for company; created some beautiful hand-made gifts of excellent quality in her "spare (?) time;” and, not last or by any means least, the big part of her life that she devoted to collecting, preserving and sharing genealogical treasures that we all benefit so much from now. And she did it without any of the easy copying systems that we have today. After undertaking just "putting together" a small part of what she gave use I have learned to appreciate so much her accomplishments.
My father-in-law and I were too much alike in some ways that put us in competition at times. For instance, one of the things we had in common: the desire for the time and attention of LaMarr.
But I admired his creative and artistic ability that was so obvious in the building and furniture work that he produced. He had high standard for perfection in the things he did. I didn't appreciate, when I was younger, the good character traits that I appreciate and love in LaMarr can be traced to his parents. Their sincere love of the gospel, of family and the fine values in life that really count, were the great legacy they shared and left with us.
A brief (part 1) autobiography of Elmer LaMarr Cardon
Contributor: Simini Created: 1 year ago Updated: 1 year ago
This brief autobiography was written for the Webb Family Book in 1985, which Leona and LaMarr collected and printed for their families. They gathered stories and photos from all their siblings and their spouses and asked them to contribute memories of their parents. This inspired work has been a blessing to the family’s descendants.
ELMER. LAMARR CARDON (part 1)
Born: 11 July 1928 at Kirtland, New Mexico
Blessed: 2 September 1928 by Henry Thomas Stolworthy
Baptized: 1 August 1936 by my Father, J.W. Cardon, Sr.
Confirmed: 2 August 1936 by J.W.Cardon, Sr.
Ordained: Deacon 8 September 1940 by Ervin H. Goodman
Teacher. 15 August 1943 by J.W. Cardon. Sr.
Priest 29 July.1947 by J.W. Cardon, Sr.
Elder 13 July 1947 by Egbert D. Brown
Seventy 16 February 1969 by Bernard P. Brockbank
High Priest 25 January 1981 by Russell H. Allen
Married: 19 July 1947 to Leona Webb by Willard C. Stolworthy at Farmington, New Mexico
Sealed and Endowed: 22 July 1947 by Joseph B. Daines in the Logan Temple Patriarchal Blessing: August 1946 by Elmer F. Taylor at Farmington, New Mexico (no written record was given so a second blessing was granted) 12 July 1946 by F. Lorin Bunker at North Las Vegas Nevada
Commenced School: 1934 at Kirtland, New Mexico
Graduated: 1946 from Farmington High School, Farmington, New Mexico
College: BS in Education in 1958 at Western New Mexico University at Silver City, New Mexico.
Masters Degree in Education in 1965 at Northern Arizona University at Flagstaff Graduate Studies in 1967 at Eastern Kentucky University in Richmond , KY
Color of Hair: Brown - Color of Eyes: Blue
Father: Junius Welborn Cardon born 21 January 1891 at Colonia Juarez, Mexico Mother: Mae Whiting born 7 Octover 1893 at Colonia Diaz, Mexico
Brothers and Sisters: Junius Welburn Jr., Robert Mansel, Irene, Carmen, Margaret Ethelyn, Herman Elwood, Alice LaVerne and Charles Dee.
I was born at home at the "Ramlet Place" in Kirtland, the first home after leaving Vernon, Arizona where my parents homesteaded as six older children were born and were growing up. The Ramlet Place was several acres in farm and orchard. My father raised some good crops but the depression was taking its toll and he could not sell anything to pay the interest on the mortgage so he lost everything. Several years later, Ross and Nita Winn bought this place.
I was the baby of the family for 5 years with loving parents and six older brothers and sisters so I can hardly be blamed for my stinky disposition. I was a child of the depression but I never recall real hunger. The family subsisted on what they could raise and little else. Dad accepted a sack of flour from the Bishop's Storehouse. I suspect that I might have received some of others' portions. Simple bread, milk, eggs and chicken in all their different forms along with fruit and veggies are still my favorites. Waste was not tolerated and to this day I cannot resist licking the platter clean - considered bad manners by today's standards.
I was assigned simple chores at an early age. I and my brother, Elwood, 14 years older, enjoyed some good play times although he was always so quick-witted and daring-do that I was usually a drag for him. We loved the ditches, swamps, massive cottonwood trees and the exciting San Juan River. There were occasional good times with our cousins: Tommy, Clyde and Ervin Goodman.
We moved near the center of Kirtland to the "Decker House" where there were lots of kids around. My favorite friend was Reed Stolworthy, the Bishop's son. Here LaVerne was born and I thought she was about the most perfect doll, as a baby, and as she began to toddle she had a real musical talent that developed into quite a repertoire, performing on the kitchen table. It was like having my own personal Shirley Temple!
I witnessed early the power of faith, prayer and the administration of the holy priesthood. Having only one living grandparent, Grandma Whiting, who I saw only once when I was about seven because she lived in far away Arizona, I tried my best to adopt very elderly "Grandpa Timms" and his elderly daughter, "Grandma" Harris who lived across the street. They lived a very quaint, meager life which fascinated me, especially Grandpa Timm’s ingenious little devices like a box, gunny sacks and a tub of water that were all rigged up outside to very effectively keep the milk, cream and butter cool even on a hot days. And then his whittling ability was unsurpassed with all sorts of wooden chains, swiveling hooks, carved canes and special little playthings including a large treadmill for his caged pet squirrels. I can imagine what a pest I was to them. Grandpa never spoke to me but tolerated me at a distance, but Grandma tried to be nice and was most hospitable to our family. Then one day I was seized with panic as my Mother, rushing to assist told Elwood and I that Grandpa Timms was dying! We were assigned to run as quickly as we could to the nearest telephone at Hugh and Peg Foutz's and ask them to call for a doctor from Farmington. We were on a high run, tears streaming, when we stopped, turned to each other and plead our case before the Lord just for a short moment. I remember the feeling of relief that everything would be all right that came over me and comforted me - then we sped on our way. I don't know that a doctor ever arrived but Grandpa survived many more years to surpass 100 years - just as I knew he would. That little prayer must have resounded in the heavens above, it was so sincere. I know that we don't always get what we in our shortsightedness, would ask for but I know sincere prayer does not go unheeded.
There were incidents in my family of life threatening or disastrous proportions that were coped with through prayer and fasting and one most outstanding in my mind occurred when I was about five. My oldest. sister, Irene, was stricken with rheumatic fever, deteriorated rapidly with major damage to her heart. We younger ones were sent to relatives for a short while, then brought back to our sister's bedside for what everyone considered our final farewell. I remember her waxy white, lifeless appearance, couldn't even detect breathing with only light quivering of the bed as any evidence of life. Dad was a man of great faith and he just knew that he had been keeping her alive by his will. He could not bear the thoughts of losing her. Dr. Moran, although a Catholic, had advised him to call in the Elders, prepare for the worst, for she would not survive the night. It was only then that Dad realized that he was wrong to defy the will of the Lord and the concession of "Thy will be done", swept over him, changing his whole attitude. If the Lord saw fit to tithe this family of ten souls, for whatever the reason, He could not have chosen a better one than sweet loving Irene. Although the Elders had been in other times, this time the matter was placed in the Lord's hands and would be accepted. Just as Father Abraham was rewarded with his son's life for his obedience, at this time, Irene's life was spared, she recuperated rapidly and went on to bear nine children and live the rugged life of a farmer's wife. A heart too damaged to sustain life restored to fill her mission. Dr. Moran commented years later, with tears in his eyes, that there was no logical explanation for what happened and he wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.
At six years of age, I took Kirtland Elementary School by storm. I was so thrilled with school. Loved every minute of it with the one exception: we each had to bring a tablespoon from home and every day we were lined up and given our COD LIVER OIL!!! Yuck! I did the best I could just to please a wonderful teacher, Pearl Decker. And then my second grade teacher, Louise Brimhall Cunningham, was so intelligent and beautiful! It was my first great love affair. I worked hard to please my teachers until we moved to Farmington for my fifth year. It was difficult to make new friends. I became very shy and self-conscious so it made me the nice guy I am today. By Junior High School I was just a "c" student but tried to break into the spirit of things thru basketball, softball and joined the band playing the school Tuba. In high school I began to get back on track enjoying classes and tried hard to develop some good study habits and get my grades back up to the top. I tried to be in everything: Band, Orchestra, Choir, FFA, tackled the heavier math and science classes as well as extra English that interested me. I made the honor roll often but not consistently enough to reach my Honor Society goal.
My sophomore year started out great. I lettered in football and was totally involved in everything, school and church - looked like I would make both basketball teams. But one night at the Allen Theater I fainted away on my friends, tumbled down the balcony stairs and went into a delirium of semi-consciousness, sweats and chills. In three weeks I was a 90-pound weakling. This weird illness was much later diagnosed as the first acute stages of osteomyelitis of the bone that attacks the bone and starts decay. I missed three months of school spending the last four weeks with my sister, Ethelyn and family in Tucson, soaking up the warmer winter sun, riding horses and felt my strength coming back. I returned to school; with special permission and help, I was able to make up work, enter second semester classes late and move on with my class.
Athletics were forbidden my Junior year (to my dismay) and I was feeling so sorry for myself that when a practically all-girl Pep Club rallied around and elected me Pep Club Prexy, I was too embarrassed to take advantage of the situation.
By this time my broken heart had healed from Mrs. Cunningham dumping me for her young husband and I began to discover girls. I vividly remember the excitement of a new family moving to town and my first glimpse of a bright-eyed, beautiful girl who fascinated me. I was overjoyed to learn that her parents were old friends of my parents from Old Mexico days and the family was invited to Sunday dinner at our home. I really savored the envy of the other guys only to be shocked and hurt that only Leona had refused the invitation! For the next year, I watched her from afar, always in the middle of our crowd and all the excitement at both school and church: music, drama, cheerleader, flitting from the company of one boy then another, and in spite of all I could do, she seemed purposely to maneuver out of my reach. To my dismay, she was older than I and in the class ahead - same as Elwood and my cousin, Tommy Goodman who enjoyed watching my pain as he bragged about sitting next to her in Spanish class and being in the Junior Class Play cast with her.
But then one fateful night Tommy and I were double dating for the 24th of July Pioneer Day dance in Kirtland and Leona was his date. Everything went wrong. We got to the dance very late with everyone mad at everyone else. I was perfectly miserable and not dancing at all until I mustered up the courage to ask my buddy's girl to dance. She really surprised me by accepting and as little Leona Webb came into my arms, the magic happened - and not just to me but to her also. We danced the rest of the evening away in a daze. Always very proper, however, she rejected my proposal that we abandon our dates and let me take her home. Just not nice! But I wasted no time making a legitimate date for the following night and was delighted that she still was on cloud nine with just me. From that day and forever she is my best girl. We enjoyed a wonderful courtship although we were so different in many ways besides just age but most of our differences actually complement each other when we give them a chance.
It was very frustrating to have Leona graduated and gone to college when I was just hitting my best stride academically and athletically as a senior. Football was great. Although I was only a tackle, I got to play every bit of every game (before the platoon system) and I loved it. I barely lettered in basketball playing more JV than varsity but I did get to travel to state where we were beaten out in the second round. My upper left leg and my right rib cage began swelling and became very tender (the osteo second stage) but I wanted to try out for pole vault event in track. A third place would have earned me a letter without question but I tied for third and had to do battle with the Principal Jackson for my track letter. I managed to win a scholarship to the U of New Mexico as a result of Statewide Achievement Testing but the chronic stages of osteo put me in the hospital for surgery - a badly diseased leg.
Although it was almost a year before we would marry, Leona came to Albuquerque to see me through my operation. When all that didn't drive her away I knew I had a prize. The doctor was baffled and had no reasonable explanation why, as diseased bone was cut away, he found the equivalent of a normal bone, healthy as could be, underneath so he proceeded to scrape the entire infected area rather than using a series of operations to hopefully let new bone tissue build up a little at a time. The predicted months in a cast to protect weakened bone from dangerous fractures never happened. But I knew full well why. After working for the Gas Company at a desk job (convalescing) and Leona working as a telephone operator - both trying to be of some help to our parents for all that they had done for us - we decided that we were not getting anywhere very fast, so to save wear and tear, and since two could live as cheaply as one, Leona agreed to marry me even though I had nothing to offer her - no car, no place to live, no adequate income!! I scraped up enough for a down payment on the rings; we sanded and painted Dad's only old family car which he loaned us for our honeymoon; we had ourselves civily [sic] married in Farmington so we would not have to take chaperones on our honeymoon; headed way up north to the Logan, Temple. We had a great, tiring time and returned home nearly broke. Just like Father Adam, I gave up a rib when I got my wife! To clear up the last of the osteo I had one removed and several scraped and that seems to be the end of that for which I am very grateful. After just a few months I got Leona fired when she sneaked me into the telephone employees’ lounge out of the freezing weather and she got caught.
So be it! She had helped me pay off the payments on the rings, my father and brothers were helping me get started in a career as a carpenter and cabinetmaker and we were ready to start that great experience of having and raising a family. It was a real struggle at the time, but oh, how sweet the rewards! Loved those babies and toddlers, gloated with pride over those youngsters, coped with those teenagers and esteemed those young adults for their accomplishments.
The example of Leslie, Glenn and Wendell along with great support from Leona encouraged me to revive my old desire to go on to college. There were the mines at Silver City that would provide shift work to see me through. We had started buying Glenn's place on the installment plan but he agreed to forego monthly payments during my time at school and let me pay off one lump sum as the mortgage I carried matured in four years. So I up-rooted our family of four and struck out to seek my fortune. Copper price slumped when they heard me coming. All the mines except Kennecott at Santa Rita had shut down. I stubbornly enrolled for classes and went job hunting. Carried out groceries for a few days but fell into a great construction job building a new high school in Bayard. The superintendent was familiar with our Cardon construction work in Kirtland on schools and had a great respect for my brother, Welburn, who was contracting there so on the strength of that, he permitted me to come on the job at noon, after my classes, work in with the crews and then stay on to do left over pick-up work or prep work for the next day. Then he started giving me contract work on all the specialties: I hanged and locked all the doors, installed restroom partitions and accessories, installed gym backstops; and then was hired after the substantial completion of the job to take care of all the punch list items and the one year warranty work - all at my own time schedule. The union didn't like me very much for cornering all that work but since I was contracting they couldn't do anything about it, especially since I was able to keep up with the building schedule. That time didn't make for much of a home life but Leona, taking classes to keep our campus apartment, and our sweet kids, now five - all supported me through.
Through that job, I was fortunate to attract the attention of a school board member and as I got acquainted and told of my goals, he, being a Kennecott administrator, pulled for me and got me on at the open-pit mining operation at Santa Rita as a lineman helper in the electrical department affording me the shift work that I needed to go on to school so I was off and running. After a year I transferred to the train department to be assured of shift work that would not interfere with school. After a little over two-and-a-half years of graveyard shift, a gradual production curtailment program finally got me and I was out of work just three months left till graduation and with a 19 semester hour load. Pretty dismal - but I was able to round up construction work enough to see us through and got that piece of "sheepskin" - not exactly the one I had hoped for - a grand Engineering Degree - but all I could hack. I determined in the last year that I would give teaching a try (with many misgivings). Leona and the kids had seen me through but she and some of the other college "widows" threatened to throw confetti and streamers, blow horns and whistles at the dignified graduation ceremonies! All the way up the islet I really worried.
My first two years were spent at Tombstone High School teaching shop and drafting, working summers and part-time at construction work. I enjoyed getting re-acquainted with my wife and kids and even myself after the mad delirium of college. I enticed my brother, Bob, to move down to Sierra Vista because the work opportunity looked good. We really enjoyed being close to family and cousins for our kids to get acquainted with.
In two years the economy slumped in the area. Most of the GI's were shipped out of Fort Huachuca due to the Korean War. Russell found me a summer job working on the school addition way up in Alamo, Nevada, so we packed up, trucked off and moved in on the gracious Allen family. Russ and I worked some long, hot days that summer but enjoyed every evening in the hot springs there with our families. Russell was applying for a teaching position in Las Vegas, got me interested so I arranged an interview resulting in our move to Vegas. Housing was a real problem in fast-growing Vegas but, again, the Allens took us in off the street until our tract home was ready in November.
Here our kids settled into schools and church activities and, for most part, did their growing up. In spite of some bad times, for the most part, the kids did well and our first qualms about raising a family in sin city were unfounded. They were able to see more of the extremes of life, that's true, but without undue pressure from either direction, they made their own choices and chose the right. They had to cope with some hare-brained innovations in educational theory like the madhouse of modular scheduling and team teaching eras but in spite of it all the kids did pretty well because they tried harder. My teaching in vocational building trades wasn't affected so much and I had some very soul-satisfying years.
Most of my students were seeking a career in construction and could see some rewards in their very near future so the interest and motivation were there. They were a pleasure to work with. The pecking order of school departments always put the vocational programs at the bottom. We usually had to cope with the greater part of the misfits who were counseled into shops but a large percent turned their disenchantment with academics into real interest with something practical.
Unfortunately the pay was not too good. Leona worked in the schools several years. I always had construction work going on the side. I was also teaching carpentry apprenticeship night classes and tried to do justice to some church job. It reached a point in 1969 that was a real nightmare: very little time with family, politics at school, finally making a living, but not even time enough to spend it! So when the opportunity to go overseas presented itself, I was ready for anything to escape the rat race. The chance to travel was appealing. I didn't dream it would take us around the world twice. Of course we saw mostly airports, but managed to squeeze in some sightseeing and the pay was good enough that we didn't have to pass up too many of the fun and interesting things. I had the rare opportunity of being almost constantly with some of my kids. Wayne and Renee were dependents so their travel and allowances were paid to be with us or go to school of their choice. We visited Dennis on his mission in Berlin for a couple of days and then he came to us from Germany and stayed for about three months before all the kids left us to get on with their schooling. But while we had them, I was in hog heaven. About all we had to do was swim on the beach, do a little limited exploring around and read. I did more reading there in three years than I have done in all the rest of my life put together. Once I cranked down to the slow pace and learned to cope with the isolation and frustrations of not having most of the things I needed to work with, I luxuriated in having time with my family. We were allowed a prolonged home leave after two years and were reunited with the loved ones back home. What a change from our normal routine lives!
Getting acquainted with the people of New Guinea was a real pleasure. The young men that were assigned to me to train as instructors were so appreciative of every opportunity given them. They had so very little but were trying to make something of their lives. The one difficulty I had with them was their tendency to say, "Yes" to everything! They were so eager to please. They didn't want to disappoint me. Leona tried very hard to convince them that it was OK to tell Mr. Cardon "NO" (well, after all, who should know better than she). After a few weeks of preparation we enrolled our first class and before I left we had placed them in jobs and they were doing quite well. The economy was picking up a little as oil industry was just starting at some nearby islands. I just hope that the more aggressive Javanese and Makassar from islands to the west didn't take all the work and the school opportunities away from them.
Those three years afforded us some interesting insights into many cultures: German, Swiss, French, British, Malaysian, Javanese, Chinese, Papuan, Australian, Maori, Japanese, Hawaiian, Thai, Greek, Arab, Israeli, Italian by actual visits to their countries. By association, while working for ILO, I got acquainted with Russian, Norwegian, Swedish, Dutch, Polish, East Indian, Sumatrans, Scottish, Irish, Kenyan, South African, and Pakistani. What amazed and interested me is the actual distinctiveness of each.
A zeal appreciation for the good old USA with all its faults was a valuable lesson. We have so much to be thankful for and don't appreciate it enough to be willing to sacrifice personally to make it even better.
I went back to teaching at Overton, Nevada for one year, Wayne completed his Senior year. We didn't really take to the small community so moved back to Vegas where I taught four more years — the last two in the Math Department.
Then the opportunity came to work in the School District's Building Program as a general inspector. After a time I was advanced to Senior Inspector and then in May 1985 I was promoted to Coordinator of Construction and Architectural Services. Although Leona and I often questioned why I went through those four years of agony to get that Degree when I end up in the construction business but I must say that piece of paper opened doors of opportunity that otherwise would not have been available to me.
At present we have 18 grandchildren and I just love grandfathering. We still have a difficult time finding enough time for everything we would like to do. Our Church work in the Spanish Name Extraction where Leona and I work together gets to be quite a load sometimes but we really enjoy doing it. The news of a temple to be built in Las Vegas came with great joy to us and we are looking forward to its opening sometime in 1987 or 88, so we can better serve in that sacred work.
I've undertaken to build one last home - our retirement home on a pay-as-you-go plan and earn-as-you-pay and do-it-all-myself. It goes very slow for want of more time to devote to it but, eventually, I'll make it. May favorite hod car-rier, mud mixer, general handy woman, and clean up engineer has submitted her notice and gone into retirement (well deserved) and I get slower and slower with everything I do for some reason.
I have a great appreciation for my parents, brothers and sisters for their influence on my life for good. Dad was a very kind, sensitive father and a very gifted craftsman and gardener. He appreciated music and drama, too shy to perform, but showed amazing talent at staging and directing local productions. He worked very hard to care for his family until arthritis crippled him. He took many opportunities as we traveled or worked side-by-side to express his innermost feelings, triumphs and tragedies. I enjoyed the role of a good listener. For a man who would panic at the thought of being called upon to speak publicly, his ability to pray publicly amazed everyone. In my opinion, this was possible because he was indeed conversing with his dearest friend, his Heavenly Father.
Some memories of my mother are her untiring devotion to family and to the Lord. She served both willingly* She had a happy, positive disposition in spite of the rigors of life she was subjected to. She had a delightful sense of humor never sarcastic or cutting others but enjoyed laughing with others at her own foibles. She was a very talented soprano and humorous reader and delighted audiences with a great repertoire of recitations with very real Italian, Irish, Yiddish dialects. Some of my favorites were: "Tony Diego, A son-a-da-Beach (by the sea)", "Leedle George-a Vashingdon", and "Lavinski at da Veddingue.” Mom was not over-demonstrative of her deep and sincere love for her family, but it was unmistakably there, giving me great reassurance and courage to strive for the best things of life.
I can't close without a brief statement about my in-laws. I had nothing but admiration for my father and mother-in-law and I enjoyed their sense of humor in coping with life and its problems. I tried so hard to really impress Brother Webb with a display of my talents and hoped for his praise. With a kindly, knowing smile or a hidden chuckle he would comment, "I could do that if I wanted to", Grandma Webb was so kind and loving with me and my older kids. We loved her dearly. I was deprived of the normal mother-in-law experiences. I saw her sputter a few times about the "men folks" and something about a butcher knife but that little smile and eye-twinkling always followed. I have nothing but admiration and love for this fine couple.
A brief autobiograpy of Eva Webb Allen
Contributor: Simini Created: 1 year ago Updated: 1 year ago
This short autobiography was contributed to a Webb Family Book compiled and published by Leona Webb Cardon and E. LaMarr Cardon in 1985.
BORN: 6 Sept 1915, Tucson, Arizona
BLESSED: 7 May 1916 by James Jesperson
BAPTIZED: 3 Nov 1923 by M.C. Phelps, Mesa, Arizona
CONFIRMED: 4 Nov 1923 by Hyrum S. Phelps, Mesa, Arizona
MISSION: 1936 Eastern States Mission
MARRIED: 4 June 1938 to Russell H. Allen by William M. Waddoups in Salt Lake Temple, Salt Lake City, Utah
Commenced school, Alma School, Mesa, Arizona
GRADUATED: 31 May 1934, Mesa High School
COLOR OF HAIR: Black
COLOR OF EYES: Hazel
The fifth child of Vangie and Dorus was Eva, born September 1915, at home. (which was located on the north side of the mountain with the "A" on it), at Tucson, Arizona. Grandma Winn had come to visit for this special event. So I rushed my arrival beating the doctor to his appointment. It wasn't hard for my family to identify me, for I had a brown birthmark on my forehead and a streak of white hair on the left side, which I have carried a lifetime.
The first school I attended was Alma Elementary School. Mrs. Black was my teacher and I was the first one to write my first and last name - all seven letters. At the Ervin School (across from Rendezvous Park). The 2nd grade gave a program. I was one of the group dancing the minuet (two boys wanted to be my partner) so I must have been good.
When attending school at Binghamton, Arizona, Dudley Jones was my teacher. He was a good one (later, 16 years, my husband was teaching at Kirtland, New Mexico with Dudley Jones at Kirtland High School). Binghamton was a delightful community, many group activities, participating in lots of programs, pageants, and musical shows. Sister Stella Evans (Primary Pres.) always took us to the hospitals to perform. They enjoyed us because they were isolated, they had tuberculosis. The stage was on the other side of a porch. (Remember dear readers this was before the advent of T.V.).
We moved back to Mesa and what a difference. The Franklin school was so big you didn't even know all the kids in your class because they were divided into several groups. Russell went there the same time and I never met him.
My 8th grade graduation was from Alma School. The place where I was in 1st grade. Many of the classmates became life long friends and all of us went through High School together.
High School was a precious part of my life, because of the many friends, the fun things we did, such as swimming in the "pump" ditches. Reading, singing, dancing - how I loved my big brothers for dancing with me at the Mezona. The help yourself corn roast, and watermelon busts (for which I haven't repented yet).
Mesa High School was the 3rd largest school in Arizona and what a celebration we would have when we beat Phoenix High in any sport. Having brothers excel in sports, and playing in the band and my boyfriend a star, made all athletic team activities important.
Russell and I were members of the choir that presented the New Mesa High anthem "Carry On". 1934 the football team won State Champion. The basketball team won its first Southwest Conference Championship having beaten Phoenix. The Jackrabbits won 22 out of 24 games and were classed as outstanding High School team in the state before the tournament. They even did well in track. Why do I remember these things, because Russell was an outstanding member of the teams and he was my sweetheart for two and half years of High School.
My high school years were during the "great depression" things were cheap but you couldn't afford them, until after much penny pinching. Most places you could get a hamburger for a nickel, soda for a nickel, ice cream was 5 cents a scoop, root beer floats a dime. Girls could get a shampoo and set for 50¢. Gas was about 25¢ a gallon and it would take at least five of us pooling our pennies to buy a gallon for Viola Passey's uncle to take us to the dance at Lehi. Admission to a movie was l5¢. I worked for my room and board for 50¢ a week and saved to buy the graduation dress I wanted, it cost $3.00.
HOMES I REMEMBER
1) The earliest memory of a home was two dwellings with only a few steps between them. There was a wood floor and sidings four feet high with tenting material for roof and the rest of the siding. One was a kitchen and dinner room. The other a bedroom. It was raining and I kept running between the rooms.
2) Next was the house at the end of the street where Uncle Frank Webb and James Jesperson lived. (This was at Binghamton). A square box shape, four rooms, chimney in the center of a slanted roof. The Webb Brothers Dairy was located between the house and the river. A community Park is now located there.
3) The ranch near the Fort Lowell area had lots of trees, a winding road thru the mesquites to get to our place. Here is where the head on collision happened. To save Leslie from the broken windshield, Mama put her hand up to shield him and it nearly cut her thumb off. Also an irate gander latched onto my "barn door" as I made a trip to the "out house." All my family could do was laugh as I ran around trying to loose him. Then a neighbor kid pushed me into a fresh "cow pie" and Mama had to cut the legs short on my new warm "long handled" winter underwear.
4) The Jaynes Ranch homes were Spanish style. Uncle Evan and Aunt Mable's family lived and worked there too. We rode in a wagon to Binghamton for smallpox inoculations. At that time they used a needle to scratch a spot as big as a dime. Then painted it with the smallpox vaccine. A few days later there was a large red bump and a fester sore, which took weeks to heal.
At that place was the first Christmas tree I remember. It was at the school program, which Don and Mable performed in. They lighted a few candles on a big decorated tree. In one of the boxes under the tree was a doll for me.
The feeding area for the cattle was down by the silos, which were filled with fresh silage. It was so soft to jump on. The cows being out in the pasture we kids thought it would be safe to play there. We had been admonished many times to stay away, because of the mean bull.
We were having so much fun that we didn't notice the cows coming back. The bull saw us and headed our way. We all jumped down in the silo except for Leslie, he was the smallest and it looked to far for him. He lay down in the feed box. Uncle Evan saw what was happening and came running with a pitchfork. The bull got a whack to turn him away and we all got many whacks to make us remember - which we did.
We then moved to Mesa, traveling with two wagons and one car. How many days it took I don't remember. Before we reached Florence, Leslie became ill, a storm was rolling towards us. Many were the blessings that night. We reached Florence and found a barn big enough to hold both wagons, teams and the car. There was also a doctor in town. The storm was long and loud because of the tin roof, but the feeling of security and comfort has been remembered.
1) At Mesa, we walked past the Agricultural Experiment Farm to go to Alma School. I was in the first grade. Only the area and not the home is all I remember.
2) Aunt Lillie’s home, on East 2nd Street #260, was where we lived when Papa hauled sand and gravel for the Mesa Temple. Many memories of Uncle Bert telling us pioneer stories out under the stars. Uncle Howard giving us a package of sparklers and firecrackers for 4th of July. The horse kicking Orville in the stomach. Whooping cough that hurt so much. Mama cooking for us and the other men hauling sand. Orville being sent for two "Switches" so we could whip each other, in front of the men eating, because she didn't have time to do it (we had been misbehaving). The house is still there.
3) Another house was at Extension and University. It had lots of Palm trees around it. The Lamb family lived on the west corner. This is in the Alma School area. A boy that lived by us then, Wendell met in Hawaii during the war. He was in the service too. He was married and invited Wendell to his home for dinner.
4) Two homes in the Evergreen area which is now Robison Street #742. This had a porch all-around it. Climbing vines of passionflower on the south side. The flowers were unusual and named that because they resembled the crown of thorns and wounds of Jesus. Skousons lived across the street. Some of Uncle Frank’s kids stayed one summer and Lola kept walking in her sleep so we had to lock the doors.
5) Number 632 Robison Street was a red brick house. I was in high school when we lived there. We would listen to the radio for football games while we hung out the washing.
6) The house on south McDonald was where Margie was born. We went to a party in the afternoon and had a new sister when we returned. Mable and I liked to change the furniture. Papa came home late, didn't turn the light on, and sat where the bed used to be. We didn't rearrange his room again.
7) You pass the first canal on the road to Apache Junction. On the north side was a ranch with Eucalyptus trees lining the road to the house. The next place had a rose hedge on the west. Orville had a dog named Lod. Leslie had a pet Hawk. Margie was very sick and had to be carried around on a pillow.
8) Later we lived in a lumber house across the street. It had a sleeping porch. On cold nights we were happy to sleep two or three together.
9) East from the second ward chapel was #119 East 1st Avenue. Wendell and I were in high school. This is the house Papa gave his famous "last words to his family." Arriving home in time to hear the "way you ought to do it" discussion. He called us all together, admonished us to finish everything that we could do with ourselves before trying to make someone else the way we wanted them.
Having accepted a job at Dailey’s home, I would go home during lunch hour to visit. One day when I walked in the furniture was different, the lady in the back yard was a stranger so I turned and walked out. It was several days before I found out where they had moved.
10) Chandler was the place. The house had a screened porch all around it. A basement with water in it and mosquitoes.
11) On Broadway and Soloman, the wnd house from the corner on the north, is a house that now has an apartment complex half way in front of it. Don and Leona lived with us for awhile. Russell and I would walk to the Mezona, dance until twelve then walk home. He would walk home. That is called "courting without a car."
Eleven and twelve homes were on what is now north Country Club Drive. Near to a chicken hatchery. One windy night Helen Webb and I returned from the dance at the Mezona. The house was dark. As we opened the front screen door we heard a groan. I acted like I hadn't heard it. We started for the bedroom and another awful groan sent us racing out and around to the back. Then we heard loud laughter. Of course it was Orville playing another prank.
13) The house on the east side of north Main, just before the end of the road (the Bush home) was where Glenn got skates for Christmas and went out to skate at one A.M. Russell and I received our mission calls while I lived there.
14) The family lived on Mesa Drive next to Aunt May on the Millett orange ranch. At this place Glenn had a surprise for Christmas. The red wagon was hidden under lose grain (he was a Christmas snooper).
15) On the road to Chandler was a red brick house with a front porch, fireplace, barn out in back. At this house Don came home from college at Flagstaff to have the mumps. We all had them a few at a time. Papa had them on both sides. He never became immune. He and Don were very sick. Aunt Irene came to stay, she had two children and Papa would sneak sugar on their mush so they would eat it faster. Aunt Belva's two oldest, Winn and Keith and Orville and Leslie emptied the setting hen’s nests. Throwing all the eggs at the end of the barn.
16 and 17) were homes in Tucson. The one across from Almey Young in Binghamton and the one when I came home from my mission. At the first place, Leona was so ill she was turning blue. They called in the Elders to administer to her and she recovered.
Later a boyfriend gave Mable a beautiful white kitten. While she was at work we had such fun catching june-bugs for it to eat. It only lasted two days after that bug-binge.
MISSION AND PAGEANT
Russell and I received our mission calls that same week. The Samoan Island was his, mine was to the Eastern States. Our mission farewell and time at the mission home was to be at the same time. Mine had to be postponed because of a financial back set. Mable got me a job as a maid at the home of a New York, Wall Street Banker. His family was at Tucson for their children’s health. They employed two registered nurses full time to care for the four girls. A cook and maid completed the household. My wage was $40.00 a month, with room and board and uniforms furnished. A white uniform for the morning, Afternoon and evening it was a black with long sleeves, white lace collar, cuffs, apron, and hair band. My hours were 12 to 16 hours a day. Thursday afternoon off and Sunday after 6 P.M. if there were no guest. We lived at the El Enconto Estates which had security guards 24 hours everyday. The family and all the help were moved to Coronado, San Diego, California for the summer (this was before air conditioners).
What happened that year would fill a book. (I'll write that after next year). That year I saved $400.00 for my mission then purchased 1 suitcase, 1 pair of shoes, 1 suit and 1 dress and paid $40.00 tithing.
January 1936, I entered the mission home in Salt Lake City. We had many classes and workshops to prepare us for the calling. George Albert Smith gave me a blessing and calling for my mission. My train ride across the United States was a glimpse of fairyland because of all the snow. My clothes were not warm enough for that weather. Sister Cotton took me shopping in New York City. They "bartered" over the purchases. I was amazed how she stretched the money the folks had for me to buy warmer clothes. A coat, wool stockings (to wear under my silk hose) winter underwear, overshoes, hat and gloves. The rest of my mission I survived the zero weather. The last of May the ice break up on the Chemung River was a fantastic sight, which turned into a flood. A week later we saw the soil and a few crocus try to push their way thru the snow and ice to bloom. For a desert rat, I pronounced that a hard winter to go tracting. Then when we received 50 rejects for the whole day our spirits sometimes lagged. The towns I labored in were Canandagua, Elmira, Palmyra, Endicott, all these were in New York, Scranton was to only place in Pennsylvania I labored. While in Elmira, Elder Bruce R. McConkie was our district president and we broke all tracting records up to that time (he later became an Apostle).
The most wonderful experience on my mission was being in the first pageant on the Hill Cumorah "America's Witness For Christ." There were three stages up the hill. The opening was four trumpeters standing at the top of the hill playing the hymn "An Angel From On High" then the "Nephite Lamintation." Their white robes fluttered in the breeze. Then when Christ descended to visit the Nephites on this continent. It was so real to watch him float slowly down (the black material draped on the bushes and path, then one spot light on the figure walking slowly, the breeze causing the robes to flutter, made it realistic. There was absolute silence during that scene. The joy that I felt and the vivid impression on my mind will never be forgotten. I know now how the Nephites must have felt when he came to them.
My last talk in the mission field was at the conference in the Scared Grove. It was a humbling task to perform. Giving talks has always been a worry. To sing or teach a class was the fun thing to do for me.
After the meeting Roscoe Grover, a Professor from Ithaca, complimented me on several points concerning my talk. That conference was a wonderful experience to close my mission labors. I had gained such a joyful feeling, that it was indeed worth all the effort to know that God lives, the Jesus sacrificed for us, that Joseph Smith was a prophet in these latter-days, to restore the fullness of the Gospel. This testimony has comforted and strengthened me, when the road was ruff and sorrows heavy to bear. I've always been grateful to my parents for their sacrifice during such hard times to keep me on a mission. I wish I'd told them more often.
Russell and I met April 23, 1932 in Mesa, Arizona. Tony Webb introduced us. We enjoyed many school and church activities together. Mixed chorus, plays, operettas, program dancing and sports. In 1933 we were labeled "steadies". In 1934 we were classed as "serious". After graduation Russell gave me on engagement ring.
Then we received a mission call, half a world apart, his to Samoa and mine to Eastern States. So 1935, 1936 and 1937 we were on a mission.
1938 June 4, we were married in the Salt Lake Temple. It was during the Tabernacle noon concert. I could hear the music as I was dressing in the bridal room. One of Russell's mission President Waddoups performed the ceremony and President Sears and Elder Tenney, his first companion were witness. Sister Waddoups officiated as Matron Elder Tenneys wife and Cecille Humphreys were with me. That evening the local Samoan Missionaries all met at Brother Sear home for a party for the Tenneys and us. It was very interesting to hear them sign, talk and dance Samoan style.
The next day we went to Ogden. Stayed with Uncle Ross that night. Next day Russell went across the Salk Lake to work on the summer railroad crew. I went to Logan to continue my job as cook and housekeeper for a family of seven and seven students. It was two weeks before Russell was able to come to Ogden. I stayed with Uncle Ross and Aunt Nita, Saturday and Sunday. Two weeks later we saw each other then he was sent to San Francisco for a hernia operation. He was gone a month, then released from his job.
Papa had the dairy at Lordsburg, so we went there. Russell could at least wash bottles while convalescing. When we returned to Logan, a year later to continue Russell's schooling we bought a sheep herders "home on wheels" for $100.00. We took the tires off, dug a cellar under it, banked the dirt around the sides, cut a hole in the floor for a trap door to the cellar. Bottled peaches, which was pay for picking the widows fruit for them. This exchange filled our cellar with carrots, potatoes, pears and apples.
The pay for college jobs was $25.00 a month. We had to buy his books and pay his fees. "These was hard times: but we were together. Vangie Mae was born in November and Russell got his first extra job.
Our last year at Logan, Russell worked at the Vet. Science Lab. Loa was born just before he graduated. That was the year of "Pearl Harbor". We were the last couple to leave studentville. We turned it over to the school. The next time we saw it, was after the war. The school had moved in Quonset Huts for the married students. Now they live in 3 storied apartments.
After graduation Russell got a job at Kirtland, New Mexico High School teaching Agriculture, science and coaching. We lived there for 10 years. Rozetta was born and died. Then Sandra was born three years later at Farmington (the folks lived at Farmington.)
We went back to Logan for Russell's Master Degree. Lived there 2 years. Betty Jean was born there. Alamo, Nevada was our next move. Russell was principle of High school, grade school, and coached, taught some classes and was scoutmaster.
The Allen family moved to North Las Vegas. In 1985 Russell retired from school teaching. 10 years in Kirtland, New Mexico; 4 years in Alamo, Nevada; 26 years in Clark County Schools, teaching in Junior High school. Twenty-five of those years were at Roy Martin Junior High where he was a member of the first faculty. They named the schools ball field "The Russell Allen Softball Diamond".
While Russell taught school I cared for kids, managed the home, worked in the church, Junior Sunday School as a teacher, coordinator, chorister, secretary for eight years in Kirtland, New Mexico. 2 years Logan, Utah; 4 years Alamo, Nevada; 20 years in North Las Vegas.
M.I.A. - teacher, chorister, dance director at Kirtland, New Mexico, Alamo and North Las Vegas.
Relief Society - Teacher of Cultural Refinement 18 years, Nutrition 2 years, Visiting teaching 14 years.
Primary - Stake Board councilor 3 years, Kirtland, New Mexico. Stake Board chorister, in-service teacher, stake leader for the youngest two classes in Primary; a ward Primary president, counselor 3 times chorister and teacher and dance instructor.
Genealogy teacher for 6 years.
We managed to go on four tours. The first U.S. and Church history one was to help Barbara (Russell’s sister) as bus boys for the luggage. We carried it on and carried it off. The smallest lady had the largest luggage and was always assigned to the second floor. Exception, the last night (Moab, Utah) her room was ground floor where the bus parked. This tour took us from Mesa, Arizona across the United States to Boston. Then the Church History started at the birthplace of the Prophet Joseph Smith, and we visited all the historical places on the way to Salt Lake City. We were able to see the pageant at the Hill Cumorah. We took two tours to Mexico City.
Glen and Margaret were with us when we went on the second one, which went to the Yucatan peninsula and Polanque. It was a thrill to see the fine workmanship of the ancient inhabitants.
The next two were to Hawaii. Our first tour took us on a five Island trip. The second one was with the "Hostel" Senior Citizens. That was one week on the Laie, BYU Campus.
These tours were all so different and exciting. It was wonderful not to have to worry about the details of places to stay and following maps. Even the other half of the world we will see starting January 6, 1986, will be planned for us, as we are now preparing for a Church Service Mission at Tarawa in the Republic of Kiribati (used to be the Gilbert Island).
Following is the picture and report of our 50th School Reunion at Mesa, Arizona. November 1984.
RUSSELL H. and EVA WEBB ALLEN
2801 Stanley Ave., North Las Vegas, Nevada, 89030
They were introduced to each other by Tony Webb during their sophomore year at Mesa High School. School activities, athletic games, dances at the Mezona, and church programs kept them busy until graduation.
Both Russell and Eva served LDS missions — Russell in the Samoan Is. and Eva in the Eastern States, and then on June 4, 1938 they were married in the Salt Lake Temple, SLC, Utah. Five daughters blessed their home, and 20 grandchildren and one great grandchild have since joined the family.
To achieve vocational goals it was necessary for the family to make a temporary home in a number of cities. Russell attended Utah State at Logan, Utah, where he received his B.S. degree in Vocational Agriculture and his M.S. degree in Education Administration. He taught at Kirtland, N.M. for 10 yrs., at Alamo, Nev. for 4 years, and in Las Vegas, Nev. for 26 years; and currently continues in this capacity.
Russell has headed the Clark Co. Teachers' Association as its president and also the Las Vegas Teachers' Association. He was also Nev. delegate at the National Convention in New York.
Russell’s church assignments have included member of the bishopric, scoutmaster, and teacher in various organizations, and S.S. president.
Having served as pitcher on the team, baseball has been his favorite hobby for many years. Other hobbies include fishing, swimming, and square dancing.
Eva has worked with the University Extension 4-H clubs as a volunteer leader for 26: years. She has had special assignments in Judging Contests and displays at the youth division of the J C fair. She has also worked as a program specialist in the 4-H field for five years.
Eva's church service is indicative of her diversified talents. She has served in all of the auxiliaries of the church as a teacher and as a music director. In addition, she has served on the Primary board as a member and later as a president for a number of years, while simultaneously serving as Jr. Sunday School Coordinator.
Eva's hobbies include dance instruction, singing in a trio as well as in the choir, motivating many youth to excel and qualify for attendance at national 4-H Congress — thirteen of whom achieved the honor of attending the conference.
Two exciting experiences share the spotlight in Eva's memory. The first was appearing in the initial pageant on the Hill Cumorah at the inception of the event. The second was representing the state of Nevada as a 4-H leader at the National 4-H Club Congress.
Russell's most satisfying experience was the momentous date when he pitched the softball fast pitch against the Galloping Ghosts of Chicago.
Their travels included two trips to Mexico City and the Yucatan, and two trips to Hawaii, where they enjoyed classes at the BYU-Hawaii campus.
As this goes to press, Russell and I, with our two grandchildren, Rachael and Christopher are making preparations to go to the Micronesia Guam Mission. We take an airplane to Hawaii B.Y.U. Campus, January 6, 1986 for ten days orientation before leaving for Tarawa, in the South Pacific Gilbert Islands. We will be teaching at the Church School. The two children will go to an English School for Government and Faculty children.
We are not going to be living in grass huts. Our homes will be cement floors, cement block walls half way up, screen from there to the ceiling of tin roofing. We will have wooden louvers to hold back the rain. There is a shower now to go with indoor plumbing. No hot water for showers. Only the aged and infirm will take time to heat water to pour over themselves. There is one road forty miles long. No mountains, the high spots won't take long to climb. Maybe ten steps? The rest of the report will be given January 1987.
MEMORIES OF PAPA AND MAMA
Mother was a short petite person; weight was 100 lbs. most of her life. Her hair was black and her eyes blue. Very fair complexion. Her soft sweet voice singing lullabies as she rocked her babies, endeared many songs to me. Because of her love for music we enjoyed singing, piano playing, and dancing in our home.
Patience beyond belief was her temperament. It was unbelievable the amount of long hours she worked to care for her family. Saturday was washday, clean the house, wash and set your hair. Though Saturday's were busy days, they were always lots of fun, singing with the Edison Record player. We all shared with the work (sometimes it took a lot of management to get the younger boys to cooperate in special tasks.) Mama managed the home, and helped with the dairy. The girls’ chores were the household tasks and the boys milked the cows, bottled and delivered the milk.
She was always home to listen to us. Warm homemade bread, big pot of pinto beans on the stove, baked rice pudding or her wonderful whole-wheat raisin cake; meat loaf and baked potatoes. Especially when its cold, those aromas bring a felling of security, comfort and love for those we shared our early years with.
Mom and papa fed the multitudes. No one was ever turned away. How the tramps found our house is a mystery to me. They were so hungry they would sit down at the back door to eat.
At Lordsburg while caring for Margie and Vangie Mae during the quarantine for scarlet fever, a child led an elderly lady to the door to ask for food. The family was from Oklahoma headed for California to find work. The mother was blind from a very contagious eye ailment called "Granulated eye lids" or Trachoma. Mother fixed a big box, of canned food, loaves of her wonderful homemade bread and a couple of gallons of milk. They were so grateful. Mother came to the back door to talk to me. Tears were in her eyes as she told how grateful she was that they had been able to have an operation on my eyes for that same thing, when I was in the seventh grade. This disease caused blindness in five years.
Papa was helping with the milk delivery when he met a Baptist Minister talking to a man asking for help. One of the tires on his car had "blown out," he had no money to replace it. Papa had a tire that fit his car and loaned it to him if he would return it by bus when he reached California. The Minister admonished the man to be true to his word and return the tire. It did arrive by bus within a week.
Before school started we had a special trip to shop for our clothes. I remember that spending a hundred dollars in a couple of days was really an event. I've wondered how she accomplished it. Now you can see by reading the advertisements in our school paper how she managed to do it for all of us.
MAMA'S WEDDING DRESS
Mama's wedding dress, which was made by a seamstress in El Paso, was beautiful. Each move to another place it was carefully packed, when they moved back to Tucson, just before my return from my mission, the container with the wedding dress was rained on. She decided it wasn't worth keeping. I took off of one sleeve an embroidery design worked on sheer material, then all the small pearl buttons from the back bodice and sleeves. These buttons were used on my wedding dress, then my daughters, Vangie Mae, Loa, Sandra, Betty Jean and Loa's stepdaughter, Kayline Merrill. They are still in the family for future weddings.
A comforting compliment from papa came after Mable and I went to a B.Y.U. Special session in Provo to learn how to teach ballroom dancing for the M.I.A.Mable taught in Farmington and I was at Kirtland. Russell and I took care of the Saturday night dances. While Russell was at the Agriculture Conference, Papa took me to care for the dances. No other M.I.A. officer of Bishopric came to help me. Papa stayed outside in the truck. He was surprised the kids came, went inside and stayed the whole time. The many times he had chaperoned dances in Mexico and at Tucson, never once had he witnessed anything like that and he was proud of the results of our teaching.
I'm so grateful for my family. You are special to me because of how you have made me feel needed (to iron white shirts), proud enough of me to dance with me when I was an ugly duckling (could it have been my grace and poise.) My sisters, who delighted me with visiting for hours and laughter shared by all of you to lift my sagging spirits, pumping enough love and concern to push me on to perfection.
May the Lord bless you, strengthen and comfort you as we journey towards our Celestial home together.
A brief autobiography of Wendell Webb
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This short autobiography was contributed to a Webb Family Book compiled and published by Leona Webb Cardon and E. LaMarr Cardon in 1985.
Born: 7 November 1911 in Morales, Sonora, Mexico
Blessed: 7 January 1912 by Dorus Webb
Baptized: 2 May 1920 by V.C. Layton in Binghampton, Arizona
Confirmed: 2 May 1920 by Dorus Webb
Deacon (no record)
Teacher 6 February 1927 by James Jesperson
Priest 5 February 1930 by Hugh Dana
Elder 3 March 1946 by Don L. Stocks
High Priest 14 March 1982 in Provo, Utah
Married: 6 June 1945 to Helen Tenney in Virden, New Mexico
Sealed and endowed: 11 August 1981 in the Provo Temple
Schooling commenced: Snowflake Grade School in Snowflake, Arizona
Graduated: June 1932 from Mesa High School in Mesa Arizona
Color of hair: black; color of eyes: grey
Branch of Service: US Army Air Force — 7 August 1941 to 11 September 1945
I started school at the age of six at Snowflake Grade School in Snowflake, Arizona, My favorite teacher was Mrs. Peterson, my 5th grade teacher, because she liked the way I sang harmony. After graduating from the eighth grade I attended Mesa High. Coach Coutchie was a very special teacher as well as a friend and coach. I played basketball and football as well as baseball during my high school years. I really enjoyed sports and was pretty good too. I also enjoyed all of my music classes and performed in special dance numbers for the floor shows.
New Mexico Western College at Silver City was the college I chose to attend. I completed one year while working full time in the mines. I was able to receive the benefits of the GI Bill at this time and it helped because Helen went to school at the same time to finish her education so she could teach.
I entered the US Army Air Force on 7 August 1941 and was sent to Hawaii for my basic training. I was stationed there when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. When the Japanese came over the hill and started strafing a small American bases I saw planes exploding (some on the ground and some in the air). One of my own buddies was so scared he turned his gun on his friends, thinking they were the enemy. One bullet barely missed me and the Commanding Officer. The Commanding Officer's command was to "shoot that man." Someone did, This was my introduction to World War II.
I was sent to the Marshall Islands very soon after the bombing of Pearl Harbor. While on one of the Islands some friends and I were out in the an in an amphibious jeep when it sank. We were quite a ways from shore but a good guy from Alabama helped us all to keep calm and swim rest so we all made it to shore safely. The US government claims that poison nerve gas was not used but we did encounter it on the islands. No one can describe how terrible it was burying the dead. People complain about the last war, but all wars with the killing and destruction are devastating. I was discharged the 11th of September 1945 and returned home to Lordsburg, New Mexico.
I met Helen in a store in Lordsburg. She was 27 and I was 33 years old. While dating we went to dances, movies and I visited her house a lot. We went together for nine months but I surely don't remember when we got engaged. When we became serious about our romance I said, "Shall we get married?" She said "Sure.” Then she said, "Ask my Dad.” I did. Were married on the 6th of June 1945 in Virden, New Mexico. One thing I remember of my honeymoon was buying a good second hand iron, a toaster and Helen bought another hat!
We made our first home at Lordsburg, New Mexico behind the Service station near Fern and Cliff, Our second home was on the Fair Ground Road in Farmington, New Mexico. We then moved to Cortez, Colorado, then back to Farmington in a house on Schofield Lane next door to Leona and LaMarr. Our next move was to 1207 North Allen and then to 3002 Cherry Hills Drive. After we both retired, we sold our home in Farmington and moved to Provo, Utah where we now reside.
We have been blessed with three children: Linda born 9 March 1946; Myrna born 22 November 1947; and Melvin Wendell born 7 March 1949.
My church positions: Home Teacher for many years. I now go to the Temple often and enjoy doing endowments for the dead. I feel that this is an important work to accomplish.
My occupations have been: Hauling to help build the Mesa Temple with my Dad. I worked in the Petrified Forest to build a house and improve the walks and parking area. I joined the National Guard. I have been a miner, truck driver and worked in the gas fields. Of course, my eternal occupation is husband, father and grandfather.
He was good to all his family. My Dad loved us and was proud of us. I liked being with my Dad. I went with him on some work trips. When I was about five or six, I went with him and drove a wagon down the steep winding road of Fish Creek Hill. I remember working with him hauling sand to build the Mesa Temple. As a child, I remember starting in a wagon all by myself to find a place to camp. I was also to take care of the horses. I felt very grown up but scared. I was sure glad when Dad got there. He told me he was proud of me for finding such a good camping place.
I remember: All of Dad's horses I drove were dependable, safe team who were so well trained they almost drove themselves.
I remember: When Dad let me drive the car and wouldn’t let the other children.
I remember: My Dad teased a lot.
My mother was tender, loving and kind. I remember when she jumped on a mountain lion cub that was playing rough with one of mom's children. It was a big cub and was it surprised. The owner then put it in a pen.
I remember the time that Don got a beebee gun for Christmas. He saw a nice target — — someone stooping over to pick up wood. He hit the target. Mom came outside so fast, took the gun and broke it apart and smashed it all up. No more gun! I didn't know my mother could move so fast or was so strong. I know Don didn't think he could hurt anyone with that toy.