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Albert James Bogedahl

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Albert James Bogedahl

Birth
Salt Lake City, Salt Lake County, Utah, USA
Death
20 Oct 1983 (aged 83)
Bountiful, Davis County, Utah, USA
Burial
Salt Lake City, Salt Lake County, Utah, USA
Plot
U_34_13_1W
Memorial ID
140663668 View Source
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My son Albert went on a mission to Holland and while he was there at one time he wrote and said he needed some more garments because his were so worn. My son Charles, being a little short of money at the time, was going to let it go for a little while. But one night my son appeared to me showing me his worn garments, so we bought some the next day and sent them at once.

At the time Albert went through the Temple to be set apart for his mission, I also went through and received my own endowments. Then he went through again for his father and he stood for his father and we were sealed for time and eternity.
At the time April 1922 he went on his mission I drank my last cup of coffee. I have not had one since to this day, February 25, 1939. It used to be my main drink and I liked it very much.

From his mother's journal. Information added in behalf of Dean & Jackie Bogedahl.

A story told by his niece, Venice Harrow, she recounts that he had small feet, and as a child was tormented by other children. When he grew up, he would buy too large a shoe and stuff them with cotton.
My son Albert went on a mission to Holland and while he was there at one time he wrote and said he needed some more garments because his were so worn. My son Charles, being a little short of money at the time, was going to let it go for a little while. But one night my son appeared to me showing me his worn garments, so we bought some the next day and sent them at once.

At the time Albert went through the Temple to be set apart for his mission, I also went through and received my own endowments. Then he went through again for his father and he stood for his father and we were sealed for time and eternity.
At the time April 1922 he went on his mission I drank my last cup of coffee. I have not had one since to this day, February 25, 1939. It used to be my main drink and I liked it very much.

From his mother's journal. Information added in behalf of Dean & Jackie Bogedahl.

A story told by his niece, Venice Harrow, she recounts that he had small feet, and as a child was tormented by other children. When he grew up, he would buy too large a shoe and stuff them with cotton.

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