Life Sketch of Wyman Hardison Redd that was given by his daughter, Julie Ann Baird at his funeral on February 20, 2010 at the Monticello Stake Center.
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Our Daddy, Wyman Hardison Redd, was born on November 4, 1922, in the "Little Dirty House" which his parent rented here in Monticello. He was the second child and first son of A. Jay and Marie Redd. His older sister, Imogene, was 3 years old. Just a year later, close to Thanksgiving, his little brother, Stephen Joined the family. Wyman and Stephen became constant companions. It was a very difficult experience for the whole family when only 4 years later Stephen passed away after a short illness. I can't imagine what it was like for our father, to lose his "little companion". How does a 5 year comprehend this loss? In order to cope, the little family of four moved to Southern California and fulfilled a six month service mission. It was here that Daddy served his very first mission, pulling his little red wagon with missionary pamphlets......trying his best to sell the Gospel. He was 7 when his little sister Alene was born and they moved into their new home. When he was 8, he was baptized by his father in their very own bathtub. At age 10, his younger brother Mason joined the family and 14 when Whitney, or "Buddy" came along.
He attended elementary and high school here in Monticello. I can remember being really proud that I went to the same school that my father did.....for a few years anyway. He was elected student body president his senior year. Some of his favorite classes became his hobbies and prepared him for his family life. In shop class he made his first pair of skis which he used on scouting trips. When he attended the World Boy Scout Jamboree in Washington D.C. he had made his own tent and back pack.
He joined the photography club and learned darkroom procedures which he used for years making family Christmas cards. I will always remember saying up late at night to watch him work his homemade box which would magically expose the negative to paper. Then the picture would magically appear in the pan of chemicals. It was delightful to watch this amazing talent. He learned how to play the trumpet (after his mother backed over the violin) and even played in several dance bands.
After graduating from high school in 1941, he attended Utah State Agricultural College at Logan. He was a member of the ROTC band and did very well in school. In March, 1943 he was inducted into the United States Air Force. After basic training, he was classified to train as a fighter pilot and was commissioned a 2nd Lieutenant in June, 1944. He learned to fly the P38, P39 and the P51. I MUST say that we all love his military photos. No one was more handsome in uniform than OUR DAD. In August, 1945 he was assigned to the Philippines and was eating a buffalo steak dinner when they got word that the bomb had been dropped on Japan, ending the war. He was among the first group to occupy Japan after the war and after spending a year there he was released from active duty in August 9f 1946.
Following the war, Daddy attended BYU for a year studying business. It was here that he met Mary Louise Madsen who was at BYU looking for her very own "Y" man and was thrilled when she met Wyman. They were married in the Salt Lake Temple on June 30, 1948 and they made their home in Monticello.
Daddy worked for his Dad in the mercantile business until 1950. After that he did a few odd jobs until getting on a the Monticello Uranium Mill. There he started a a utility man and worked his way up to chief chemist. I will always remember watching for him to come home for dinner when the whistle would go off at 5:00 p.m. It was a signal that Daddy would be home soon. In 1959 he became partners with his younger brother, Whitney, in the Redd Livestock Company, and for 30 years he worked almost 24/7 with cattle, horses, fencing, tractors, etc. He always worked very hard and i believe it was because he was taught at a very young age....the value of work.
To quote Dad: "As I look back over the years, I see how Dad (Granddad) tried very hard to instill in our lives good principles that would help us be successful in governing our lives. I remember as a boy, he gave me the job of catching mice in the old store--a job I handed down to Mason, and he in turn, to Buddy. I would get 5 cents per mouse. I was to check the traps each day, emptying and resetting them. At home I was expect to milk the cow, gather eggs, chop wood and weed the garden. Each spring about lambing time, I would go to the sheep camp with Dad and bring back the doggie lambs. We would usually end up with about 12-15 lambs to bottle feed all summer. I swatted flies for one summer and received 5 cents per 100 flies. I spent a lot of time in our old pig pen that summer. Another job I had was picking dandelions for my neighbors who used them for making dandelion wine. I believe we were paid about 10 cents a gallon!"
Our Dad was raised in an active LDS home and through many experiences, choosing to be obedient, serving in various callings, he always set the example as one who had a very strong testimony of the gospel. I remember always having Family Home Evenings and Dad being involved in Stake Mission callings. After I left home, he was in the Bishopric and on the High Council. In 1989 he was finally able to serve a full-time mission with Mom to the Canada Calgary Mission which I know he enjoyed very much.
I have been told by many people, that our Daddy was a dedicated home teacher....that he was their favorite home teacher. He was a gentle, kind, happy man always ready to give a hug. He had a special sense of humor and he kept it until the very end. Until just a few years ago, he never just walked, he sort of did a running/skip wherever he went. He could whistle andy tune and he would whistle while he worked,. There was nothing he couldn't do. If he didn't know how, he would figure it out.
He is probably most famous for his garden and his candy making. Christmas became a most special occasion because of his chocolates and everyone wanted their own box.
Today, I have just briefly touched on the highlights of his life. I, personally, have so many special memories of him that I don't think I could choose just one. So, I'm going to say that this last year has been one very SPECIAL tender mercy from my Heavenly Father. Even though he couldn't tell us our names, his face would light up brightly and he would smile so BIG when we came to be with him. He knew we were his children. There were so many precious moments......caring for him, trying to get him to dance while we walked to the bathroom, sharing the same tune, making silly faces.....and tucking him in at night. I would kiss him and say, "Good night - I love you Daddy" and he would clearly say, "I love you too."
A few years ago, when he was asked WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST REGRET? He simply said, "Sorry, but I have no regrets."
I am thankful daily for the blessing of having Wyman Hardison Redd as our Father. Thank you for being with us today and honoring him. I say, these things, in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.
Stephen Ekins Redd
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Stephen Ekins Redd was born November 26, 1923 thirteen months after Wyman Hardison Redd was born. He and Wyman, so close in years and in companionship, seemed more like twins. They used to play together and walk together holding hands. When some older boys stopped and teased Wyman, Stephen came to his rescue with, "Don't you hurt my little buvver." Marie sewed cute suits for both boys.
Jay built a fence around the "Dirty House," which was just south of the store, to keep the children from wandering off. Stephen, when he was three years old, got out of the yard one afternoon and wandered down the street. Jay, who was sitting at the counter in the store, looked out and saw Stephen hanging by his fingers to a culvert across the street, just minutes from being sucked under by the swift current. Jay ran across the street and grabbed the child into his arms just in time. He, being very upset, spanked Stephen and took him home. Jay, normally quite ruddy of complexion, was very pale.
Another experience that same summer frightened Marie in a similar way. Stephen had again gotten out of the yard. Marie saw him across the street hanging between the hind legs of a horse. She feared she would never get across the street in time, but she did. She rescued Stephen and took him home.
Later Marie and Jay felt these incidents had been a forewarning of what was to come. In October of that same year, Stephen, just shy of his fourth birthday, became very ill with what was thought to be stomach flu. Marie was very worried about him. Stephen, seeing her tears, asked, "Mama, are you laughing?" Marie told him she was, which contented him. When she told him they were taking him to the hospital in Moab, Stephen, in mature perception, told her if they took him there, he would die. Jay and Marie took him to Moab to the hospital as there were no doctors nor facilities in Monticello at that time. Marie wanted to stay with Stephen at night, but they would not allow her to do so. After a couple of days and Stephen was still sick, the hospital staff admitted to Jay that the doctor hadn't examined him yet. They advised Jay to take the boy home. Before they could get away, however, Stephen showed signs of worsening. Very shortly he was dead. Nothing had been done for him at all. Jay felt certain the doctor, a heavy drinker and a woman chaser, was negligent in this case, and this negligence caused Stephen's death. They carried the dead body back to Monticello in the car; Marie said she couldn't look at him. She said that when Wyman found out, he lay on the floor and screamed. Jay and Marie never completely got over this terrible experience. Although, Jay tried not to dwell on the memory of it, Marie mourned it the rest of her life.
Taken from excerpts in "A Bridge in Time--Biographies of Amasa Jay Redd 1895-1984 and Alice Marie Ekins Redd 1895-1985" written by A. La Raine M. Redd, 1986.