May 23, 1885 Chesterfield Caribou County Idaho, USA
Nov. 20, 1937 Provo Utah County Utah, USA
"Dad was very good with people. He always had friends around him. He would come home from the funeral home to the house for lunch.
He was a good MC. He was the MC at BYU for the 4th of July program once. We were sitting on the front row and he did a good job.
Dad studied in Chicago, at an embalming school so that he could become a mortician. He fixed an apartment in the basement of the mortuary which is where I was born. Uncle Paxman built the home that we lived in with a little of Dad's help.
Every year at Christmas Dad would write Christmas cards and send out. Often at that time he would write cards to people who owed him money for services he had provided as a mortician. The card would be sent with a paid in full receipt signed by Dad.
The year Dad died he took us to Yellowstone. We had a flat tire with no jack. Cars were going by but no one stopped and he did not try to get them to stop. So he scrounged around and kept finding rocks and gradually he was able to raise it. I was scared to death that car was going to come down on him but he managed to change the tire. While we were at Yellowstone he loved to fish and once when he was casting his line in he asked if I wanted to try. So after answering yes, I grabbed it and when casting caught the line in a tree. On the way home we stopped in a place in Wyoming and there was a woman giving fortunes. She told him he was going to live a long life. That was the summer before he died.
When Dad died I was 14-years-old. Verlin came running in yelling. I ran out of the house and saw them taking Dad in the ambulance to the Doctor's house. The ambulance was really an old car that was a part of the mortuary. The home that the doctor used as a hospital was on 1st East and between 1st and 2nd South in Provo. When I walked in very quietly to see him he said, "Is that you, Viv?" That was the last memory I had of him. He was not able to see but recognized me.
When he died he was president of the organization of funeral directors." --- Written by his daughter