|Birth: ||Jun. 24, 1919|
|Death: ||Jan. 20, 2006|
Floyd Davis Larson, Life Sketch, 1919-2006
Floyd Davis Larson, 86, life long resident of Burley, Idaho, passed away Friday, January 20th, 2006 at the Highland Estates assisted living center, where he had been cared for during the last month, surrounded by the family who loved him. He was the son of John Davis and Leona Smith England Larson, born June 24, 1919 at Burley.
Floyd always had a playful, cheerful attitude, and when he met Fae in their sophomore year at Burley High, he would get her attention by pushing on her chair under the study table they shared. It wasn't until their junior year that Floyd began courting Fae, often riding his bicycle from his home at 150 West 300 South Burley to the View Area 500 South and 650 East, a distance of approximately ten miles one way. Fae tells of a big black dog that could sure make him peddle fast.
Floyd graduated from Burley High school in 1937 and attended one semester at the Agricultural College at Logan Utah.
On November 22nd 1939, Floyd married the love of his life, Marva Fae Smith, in the Logan, Utah LDS Temple. The have recently celebrated 66 years of togetherness. Following their marriage, Floyd farmed with his father until he and Fae could rent a place of their own southwest of Burley, later renting the 88 acre property, then known as the Budge place, where the new Burley High school now stands. There he continued to farm and milk a small dairy herd, first by hand, and later with the new Devco milking machines. The older children remember their father lining them up in the barn and shooting warm milk into their mouths as he milked amongst much giggles and laughter.
During the cold winter months, Floyd supplemented the income for his growing family by running the locomotive at the Burley sugar factory and later working the campaigns at the Paul plant. It was while farming that the first seven of their eight children were born. There have been many memories shared of this time over the past several weeks.
January of 1957, Floyd and Fae moved the family from the farm to the area east of Burley known as the Grand View Addition. Here their last child was born, just days after the move. Floyd went to work for Stephenson's Inc. as a heating repair man. He worked long and hard to become one of the best service and repair men in the Cassia Minidoka area. He later worked for Ramsey Heating and Electric before beginning his own repair service.
Floyd never knew a stranger, and if you asked where someone lived, he could tell you and what kind of furnace or air conditioner he had serviced there. He was constantly in demand, and one winter when he was on call 24 hours a day and the furnace in his own home was on the fritz, Fae called in a service request to have him come home to fix it.
Over the years there were many elderly widows who depended on him each winter and spring to service their furnaces or air conditioners. Many he conveniently forgot to bill. Furnaces and air conditioners weren't all he was called to fix. Several springs in a row, an elderly lady near Oakley, would call with a special request. It seems that she had a skunk who would find a hole in the rock foundations of her older home, and take up residence under the floor boards. Floyd would make the trip to Oakley, crawl into the crawl space and then back out again. Leaving a trail of bread crumbs and raw eggs behind him. The skunk would eat its way out from under the house, Floyd would patch up the rock foundation and return home . . . until the next time.
Floyd was a scouter at heart. From the time Lynn, the oldest son, became a cub scout, it seemed Floyd was always involved somewhere. He often served as chairman on many ward and district committees, round tables, taught cub scout day camps, many jamborees, and participated in Wood Badge training in 1992, where in his early seventies, he was one of the oldest if not the oldest scout to repel down the Snake River Canyon wall. He wasn't going to let the youngsters have all the fun.
Floyd's demonstrations, most particularly one on making a pop bottle fishing pole and his rope making equipment, were always great hits with the boys and leaders alike. His greatest scouting thrill was being awarded the Silver Beaver Award in February of 1999.
Floyd loved fishing, especially the fund of taking a lunch packed by Mom and the kids, and heading for the south hills, Bostetter, Sawmill, or Sun Valley. When the irrigation waters were turned or when he had a arranged for someone to milk the cows and look after things on the farm, it was time for some fun. He often told the kids that they needed to see what was over the next hill, that here was "gypsy" in his blood.
He had the patience of Job as he seldom wet his own hook on fishing trips when he taught the kids to bait a hoot, cast a rod, or set a hook in a fish's mouth. Many fishing trips were spent getting one or all of the kids' poles and lines untangled from trees or brush and maybe retrieving a child who had gotten too close to the water of the pond or stream.
His own family members were not the only ones to profit from his experience. Many ward families also learned to fish with Brother Larson, and those who didn't fish were often treated to a mess of cleaned fish that he was so willing to share.
As the grandchildren came along, they too were treated to special fishing trips with Grandpa and Grandma, mostly down the Hagerman Valley. And as they grew to adulthood, they in turn brought their children to fish with Grandma and Grandpa. Some of the granddaughters have even brought their intended fiancées home for fishing trips with Grandpa and Grandma to be sure that they approved.
During Floyd's extended illness, if you asked him how he was doing, the reply would be a quick come back, "Terrible. I haven't been fishing today." Or if you asked him how he was feeling he would say, "With both hands!"
There are too many fishing stories to tell to do justice in such a short time, like Grandpa's experience with salmon fishing on the Oregon coast with Louise and Vern, or in Alaska with his foster daughter Sara Donkersloot, the halibut that got away when fishing with Jay and Evelyn's family, or on Utah Lake with Lynn, or James's family's yearly trips to fish with Grandpa, the trip to Florida with Jan and Marvin, and on and on and on.
Along with the fishing trips were outings to pick chokecherries, gathering pine nuts, or a car trip down the Oregon coast and through the redwood forest. It was all used as learning experiences to broaden the minds of his children.
The flower beds and garden that surrounded Floyd and Fae's home are always a delightful bouquet to the eye. Floyd loved flowers of every kind, but roses were his favorite. Not any one particular color, but a rainbow of beautiful hues. Floyd and Fae shared the beauties of the yard and garden willingly at ward functions, meetings, with friends and family, and even weddings. The rose bed was filled with love as he could tell you which child or grandchild had contributed which rose to the bed.
Floyd's garden with its berries, corn, potatoes, tomatoes, cucumbers, squash, and every other kind of produce, was also shared, not only with the family, but visitors seldom if ever went away empty handed in the summertime. It was a real treat to freeze creamed corn, or can fruit with Grandma, as Grandpa was always in the middle of the work. What fun it was to have him along on trips to the commercial canning kitchens to do chili, carrot puddings, stews, and to stop on the way home for a special milkshake.
One morning when Floyd, Fae, Pat, and Evelyn were canning venison at the Burley canning kitchen, Pat decided it was time to go to the hospital for her first child. Fae and Pat left to go to the hospital while Floyd and Evelyn were left to finish the job. They had the salt and meat already in the cans when Fae left and thought they knew what to do. Later when Fae opened the first can, she found dehydrated meat inside. They had forgotten to fill the cans with hot water before the cans were sealed and processed. Opps! But at least their new granddaughter, Babbette, was a real beauty.
But every child, young or old, whether it was a grandchild or a visitor to Floyd's yard, will never forget the thrill of the rope swing hanging from the willow tree. Sweet Memories are truly made of these.
Floyd was a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latterday Saints, having served in many capacities such as Bishop's counselor, ward clerk, stake missionary, and Sunday school teacher. Both of his grandsons, Kirk and Douglas Dayley remember sitting proudly at the clerk's desk with Grandpa as little boys. He and Fae served on an 18 month mission together as directors of the Winter Quarters Visitors center in Florence, Nebraska in 1985 and 1986, where he laughing recalled that he helped build the last log cabin built at Winter Quarters.
He honored his callings in the Priesthood and was always willing to assist with blessings when needed, whether it be close at hand, or in the next state in the middle of the night when called upon by a grandson in need. He and Fae were always ready to assist family members, whatever the need.
But first and foremost he was a wonderful companion, husband, father, and grandfather. Each member of the family, but especially Fae, because she knows him best, have cherished memories of him. Friends, neighbors, and even strangers who have no idea what his name was, will remember him for the twinkle in his eye, the kind of life he lived, the example he set, the lessons he taught us all, and his wonderful sense of humor.
He was survived by his wife, Fae of Burley; three sons, Lynn (Linda) of Orem, Utah; Larry (Phyliss) of Burley; and Neal (Delann) of Paul; five daughters, Patricia Bodily and Evelyn Dayley (Jay) of Layton, Utah; Louise Martindale (Vern) of North Salt Lake, Utah; Irene Thomas of Salt Lake City, Utah; and Jan Frandsen (Marvin) of Melbourne, Florida; One foster daughter, Sara Donkersloot (John) of Nan Nook, Alaska; 39 grandchildren, 63 great grandchildren, and three great great grandchildren with two more on the way; one brother, Dick Larson (Darlene) of Rupert, Idaho; one sister, Florence Mecham (Rich) of Shelly, Idaho; and one sister in law, Nyla Larson of Burley, Idaho.
He was preceded in death by his parents, two sisters, Vera Osterhout and Vaun Larson; one brother, Cleo Larson; a son in law, David Thomas; one grandson, and one great grandson.
John Davis Larson (1894 - 1964)
Leona Smith England Larson (1898 - 1968)
Marva Fae Smith Larson (1919 - 2012)*
Vera Pauline Larson Osterhout (1918 - 1992)*
Floyd Davis Larson (1919 - 2006)
Vaun Larson (1923 - 1939)*
Florence Larson Mecham (1925 - 2015)*
Cleo J Larson (1926 - 1989)*
Dick D Larson (1932 - 2015)*
Pleasant View Cemetery
Plot: A 286
Maintained by: htigerlily89
Originally Created by: Bob & Nancy Cannon
Record added: Feb 14, 2006
Find A Grave Memorial# 13347581